First, hold her

(In Progress)

No need to rush. Her magics will hold for hours, and your instructions to the guards were clear. Even if it takes to the change of the guard, they are not to attempt to come in, and not to allow anyone to enter, until the dawn. You will have hours and hours, so let's start slow. Your hand comes down to her face, and you tilt it up towards yours, as your other hand drops to her side, trailing along her robes to her hip. You tilt her face up as you'd imagined and trained to do hundreds of times, and she acquiesced, head tilting back as you brought your lips to hers. Her own inexperience shows, as she keeps her lips closed, but you will have to be far more open with each other than that. A slight squeeze of her hip has her gasp, and when she does, you gently, partingly, let your tongue trace her lip. A tingle runs down her spine as she opens her eyes almost in a daze. You smile down at her, that charming prince-no, handsome king smile, and she goes on her toes to kiss you back, mouth more open, more inviting.

An invitation you accept, as you kiss her deeper, tongue pressing past her lips as you hold her close to you.