Grill Tercorrin about the Princess.

"Hey, Tercy," you say, reaching over to tug Tercorrin's sleeve.

The elven noble looks up from the book he's been reading, smiling at you. "Yes, Wolfy?" he asks.

"So I got bought by a princess?"

The elf giggles, closing his book and placing it in his lap. "Well, to be specific, you were bought by the King of Pendragon as a gift for his daughter, Fifth Princess Ellie Estelle Pendragon."

"How come I ain't heard of her?" you ask. It's pretty suspicious, after all.

The **** merchant brings his white gloved hand to his chin, gazing up in thought. You're briefly distracted by the bobbing feather in his fancy hat. "Hmmm... Well, from what I've heard, she was born with a congenital illness. It's not contagious, but she's been bedridden most of her life because of it and confined to her room, with all her tutors sent in to teach her from her bed. I believe the King wanted you to keep her company in her room so she can have some companionship."

"So... like a pet?" you ask, a bit hopeful.

The elf giggles, reaching his gloved hand to pat your head oh no now your tail is wagging. "Yes! Like a pampered pet, spoiled rotten by the royal family."

Hot damn! You hit the jackpot! No, wait... You narrow your eyes at the elven noble. "What's Princess Ellie like, exactly?"

Tercorrin shrugs. The hand on your head moves away, causing you to immediately feel disappointment at the lack of head scratchies. Luckily you get an upgrade when the fancy noble's hand moves to rub your curvy belly, causing your right leg to give involuntary kicks as he scratches at it. Damn, that's the spot right there! "I have never met her myself, Wolfy, but from what I have heard, she's incredibly beautiful, very lonely, fond of scholarly pursuits, and somewhat gloomy."

Huh... Sounds like a bit of a boring nerd, but... Maybe you can push her around a bit, get some sweet perks for this arrangement! You already grin in anticipation, impatient for the chancellor to arrive. But for now, ohhhhh, belly rubs!