A Princess

You had entered the King Aelferd's castle the day before the great feast; you were there in the guise of Lady Helena Greenwood, a minor noble from the Court of Ibn Fash Muclair, Pasha of the neighbouring country of Tultrep. You had no fear of the real Lady Greenwood showing up to spoil your disguise as you had killed her yourself a few days before when you ambushed her party in the mountains, you had replaced the Lady Helena and her guardsmen and retainers had been replaced with soldiers loyal to you.

Thankfully the real Lady Greenwood had something of a slutty reputation to her and thus you had not needed to be terribly subtle in your seduction of the King; the night of the feast, the King and indeed most of the men in the room could barely keep their eyes off of you. Much of your long, slender legs could be seen through the thigh high slits in the skirt of your gown and most of your perky breasts were visible above the gowns shockingly low neckline.

It had taken you little more than a few deep breaths, a smoldering look and some murmured words to lure King Aelferd from the hall; you had shot the scowling young princess a saucy wink before the King had hurried from the hall with you a step behind him. A few of the older and more prudish of the noble's had joined Princess Doe in her sneering but the rest, including the not quite as innocent as she pretended Queen Viola, had only smirked, relishing the thought of their King plowing this foreign slut.

Only a heart beat after you had left the room however, the 'retainers' of 'Lady Helena' had revealed their true allegiance's, drawing their hidden weapons and cutting down most of the guards and nobles before anyone could react. Outside in the hall you had done the same, pulling a dagger from your dress and striking down King Aelferd and his bodyguard, even as the shouting erupted in the Great Hall behind you.

By the time your Kings troops arrived an hour later the castle was yours, Princess Doe was confined to her quarters in the tower, you'd had the widowed Queen Viola confined to her own chambers as well and the rest of the nobles had been locked securely in the dungeons below the castle.