Sad Farewell.

The party rode along the desert dunes but this time Isabelle was alone in the carriage as Princess Amelia opted to ride with Prince Omar. It was hot but not to oppressive as the rode towards the border. The dry crackling sound of the desert floor beneath them accompanied every step their horses took. As if on cue, a cool breeze whispered past carrying the soft melody of birdsong and laughter emanating from the oasis ahead. "This place seems almost like paradise," said Princess Amelia, admiring the verdant landscape breaking free amidst the barren landscapes. "Paradise indeed," replied Prince Omar, smiling slightly. "But we can only stay here tonight." There was a note of sadness in his voice. "We cannot allow ourselves to become too comfortable", he warned playfully. Princess Amelia blushed slightly, feeling guilty for allowing herself such luxuries when there were so many important matters awaiting her attention back home. "Then let us make the most out of our last evening together." Her tone hinted towards something deeper than just mere friendship, something which had developed over the days since they began journeying together. Prince Omar smiled again, understanding all too well what lay behind those words. Sensuality radiated off Amelia, leaving him struggling to maintain his composure. As the golden sun dipped beneath the horizon, casting shadows across the vast desert, Princess Amelia and Prince Omar approached the verdant haven known as the Oasis of Serenity.

Their horses trotted along steadily against the soft rhythm of the wind whispering through the tall date palms. On either side, towering dunes rolled away until lost amidst the encroaching darkness. As they entered the clearing, Amelia couldn’t help but feel a surge of appreciation for the lush contrast offered by the cool waters lapping gently around the rocks. Her breath caught when she saw the perfectly arranged tents erected just beyond the small stream. She dismounted from her horse and turned toward Omar who swiftly followed suit. Together, they made their way through the labyrinthine paths carved out within the oasis—their steps now accompanied only by the melodious trickle of water. The whole party had an evening meal then Amelia and Omar retreated to the royal tent. In silence, they sat down beside each other on a plump pillow covered by rich velvet. Looking deeply into each others' eyes they finally spoke without hesitation about the desire they felt building inside them during these few days spent together. The air grew thick with eroticism. Omar moved closer to Amelia, brushing his fingers lightly across her cheek, slowly trailing down her neck. Amelia's heart raced wildly, unable to resist this moment she yearned for so desperately. As they drew nearer, lips grazed against hers, sending electric shockwaves coursing throughout her body. With a gentle nudge, Omar pushed aside the silk robe that adorned Amelia, revealing the tantalising curve of her breasts.

Her nipples stood erect, begging for the warmth of his touch. She clutched onto Omar's shoulders, drawing him closer still, craving the intensity of his passionate kisses upon her neck. His hands traveled lower, finding the delicate fabric covering her hips, which soon gave way to his urgent fingers exploring her supple curves. Amelia moaned, feeling her own fingers tremble with excitement. Omar continued moving ever further southward, eliciting gasps of pleasure from Amelia with each newfound territory discovered. Both bodies became entangled with sensuous abandonment, fueled by primal passions burning fiercely. Emotionally and physically charged, they found solace in each other's arms. Every touch, every stroke seemed to be a reminder of how much they desired and needed one another despite the impending separation. Time melted away as their senses heightened, becoming keenly aware of every single movement, every quiver, every moan. Each thrust of passion was met with fervent response, igniting a blazing inferno of lust in their hearts. Amelia wrapped her legs tightly around Omar, holding him close, wanting to absorb his energy entirely, wanting to leave nothing unexplored between them. Lost in a hazy euphoria, the pair succumbed completely to their mutual desires. Neither wished nor wanted to hold anything back. Amidst passionate, fiery moments, they strived to explore every part of each other, seeking answers in their connection - physical, mental, spiritual. Whenever they reached a peak, it only intensified the need to push harder, go deeper, reach higher.

Time ceased to exist as each encounter escalated, creating memories etched permanently into their minds. The once restrained Princess Amelia threw caution to the wind, letting loose her innermost desires, surrendering fully to the pleasures bestowed upon her by the confident Prince Omar. Their movements mirrored the dance of passion – graceful yet powerful, never faltering. The soft glow of candlelight cast shifting patterns across the walls of the tent, adding an ethereal element to their tryst. Gasp after gasp filled the space, amplifying the ecstatic nature of their union. Exhausted yet satisfied, their limbs relaxed, entwined in a profound post-coital bliss. Long after the last embers faded from the dying flames, their intertwined bodies remained entranced, the bond strengthening with each passing minute. "It feels like I've been waiting my entire life for you," confessed Amelia as her lips pressed against Omar's chest. He held her tenderly, savouring the sweet sentiments shared between them. "If only this could last forever," mused Amelia, her brow furrowing slightly. "And yet, I know it must end sometime..." she added wistfully. Omar sighed, his expression reflecting sorrow mixed with acceptance. He knew his duties awaited him at his kingdom. However, he wouldn't give up hope just yet. Perhaps there might come a day when Amelia could rule alongside him... In this silent pondering, the fire gradually died down, reducing the room to its dim, cozy state illuminated by moonlight filtering through the window slits.

Although the couple wasn't done expressing themselves, they decided to retire to bed. After removing the silken garments and replacing them with simpler attire, they snuggled comfortably underneath the warm blankets. Omar embraced Amelia lovingly as they drifted off to sleep, cherishing this final precious moment together. But Amelia couldn't escape the reality of the morning's farewell. While she dreamt of the future, Omar faced his burdensome responsibilities as prince. The next morning the group moved off and soon came to the border between Julan and Sarella. Here Princess Amelia and Prince Omar said a final goodbye both promising they would meet again. Amelia returned to Sarella knowing she would face numerous tasks left undone due to her unexpected absence. Meanwhile, Omar prepared himself mentally to resume his responsibilities and navigate the political intrigues that governed Julan .