Prompt: In a realm where whispers of tales unfold, A prince embarked on a quest, his heart untold. By the river, where secrets gently kissed, He found a girl, a vision, in the morning mist. Her hair, a tangle of midnight's delight, Wild and free, a captivating sight. Dark strands framed a face with a daring gaze, A rebel's spirit, leaving trails ablaze. Eyes like embers, reflecting the flame, A tempest of passion, no two moments the same. In their depths, a story, sultry and raw, A flicker of rebellion, a fire to draw. Cheeks kissed by shadows, a moonlit affair, A subtle defiance in the morning air. A smoldering blush, a provocative trace, A defiance of norms, a rebellion in grace. A smirk that spoke of secrets, untamed, In the prince's heart, a desire inflamed. A laughter, a melody, bold and free, Echoing through the forest, a symphony. Her hands, rebels in their own right, Tracing lines of pleasure in the moon's soft light. Tattoos of stories, etched on skin, A canvas of desires, a tale to begin. Her attire, a whisper of defiance, A dance of fabric in provocative alliance. A silhouette against the river's flow, A statement of freedom, in the undertow. And as his gaze descended, a daring feat, To the ground where her bare feet did meet. In each step, a rebellion untamed, A dance of passion, a fire unclaimed. In her entirety, a masterpiece of the night, A commoner's beauty, a prince's delight. For in the shadows, where secrets reside, The prince found a fire, a rebel, a bride.

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