Bring him before the Throne, to take him agains...

He gasps in shock as your tenderness turns to ****, and you kick his ribs with ****. The man before you twists on the floor like a worm. The image pushes a smile to your lips. You roughly grab his hair, and pull him towards the throne. He even assists you, if only to stop the pain.

You seat yourself on the throne, looking at the pretender prince in front of you with amusement on your features. It was time to see just how broken the boy was.

"Show your queen how loyal you are." You spit, condescendingly, outstretching your legs towards him.