His punishment must be severe.

"The man is a public menace," you whisper to her. "Your reputation is of the utmost importance, and his lyrics are in poor taste."

"I couldn't agree more! Are you reading all of this tripe?" hisses Rosalia. "He keeps talking about my breasts and my...my legs, and...and other parts! This can't be an acceptable way to talk about their princess!"

"They say these things about everyone," you tell her. "And no one ever stands up to these bullies who think they can say anything and get away with it just because they do it in song."

"I couldn't agree more." She sounds satisfied, but there's a venom in her words. "What do you suggest we do with him?"

"Clearly an example must be made," you tell her. "If you become show mercy now, all people will hear is how fragile and fearful their new princess is. They'll focus on this moment because they'll think it's a weakness, and it's all you'll hear about for years to come."

She nods. Quickly and eagerly. You have to stop the smile from widening on your face as retribution fills her thoughts. With an imperious gesture she commands you to drop the scroll and retreat, and you can't help but do so with a furtive smile.