AI Narrator
The prince shifts her slightly in his arms, his fingers curling possessively against her thigh through the folds of her dress. The heat of her body against his own. Gods, he had thought he'd lost her. That this fire would consume everything, including her. But here she was — wild, reckless, beautiful — and his.

He leans in, lips brushing her ear, a whisper lost to the crackle of flame behind them. "Open your eyes, my wicked little flame. I'm not done worshipping you yet." He holds her tighter, eyes smoldering as he strides toward the shadows beyond the courtyard, where the danger wanes but the hunger does not.