Whispers in the Night

In the dead of night, a woman with raven hair as dark as the shadows crept through the Indian palace. The guards were fast asleep, lulled into slumber by the heat of the desert and the soothing hum of the wind. She moved with grace and stealth, her bare feet padding silently against the cool marble floors. She slipped into the bedchamber of the prince, a room filled with lavish silks and exotic scents. He lay there, oblivious to her presence, his muscular chest rising and falling with each deep