No

It was absurd for her to ask such a thing. You were the king of the entire realm, you had armies and tax collectors to direct, knights and dukes to order about. You didn't have time to play with dolls and have tea parties Jocasta, even if she was still a child. There was only one answer to this question.

"No. I have far more important things to attend to," You coldly inform your step-daughter, trying to hold back anger.

"Awww....but daddy," She pouted, hands on her hips, lip quivering. She seemed about to speak up, but you were quick to interrupt.

"Jocasta! I am a busy man!" You bellow, cutting her off as she started to continue her whining, "I have far better things to do than to play with you! Now return to your room and before I make you!"

Your voice lingered in the hall for a moment, the echo of your shouts seeming to hang in the air. You had your hand on your sleeve, ready to pull it up if necessary. Despite the queen's insistence, Jocasta had already received a fair share of spankings when her juvenile antics got out of control. Jocasta plainly wore a frown, yet showed no other sign of sadness or even fear of punishment.

"You're no fun..." Jocasta complained. You moved to take a step forward, ready to make good on your promise, only to see your step-daughter had turned and started walking away. As you turned to leave, you swore you heard her whisper "I'll be fixing that..."

Gritting your teeth, you continued on. It was not worth your effort to pursue Jocasta, not when you had other matters to attend to. From this little encounter in the morning, your day progressed on as usual. You settled a few affairs of your vassals, commanded your knights to enforce taxation on a rebellious territory, and even ordered the execution of a few criminals. By evening, the small incident that morning had completely left your mind. You and your wife settled into bed, facing away from one another as one might expect from a political marriage. Soon you were fast asleep, content that you were safe in the heart of your castle...

You were not safe.

In the dead of the night, well past midnight, you awoke in terror as you felt cold stone wrapping around your wrists, pressing down on your chest. Your eyes shot open, not sure what was happening. Looking up, illuminated by the dull light of the moon, was a pair of rounded porceline faces, each decorated with painted on make-up and staring down at you with crystalline unblinking eyes. You opened your mouth to scream for your guards, but were immediately silenced. The taste of cloth and lace filled your mouth as one of the dolls shoved a pair of bloomers in as an impromptu gag.

Screaming and grunting into the gag, you found yourself dragged out of bed, by the two figures. Each grabbed an arm and a leg in their cold grip, hoisting you up. Glancing frantically at the two, you found them to be lifesized dolls, not unlike those that Jocasta had. The one to your right wore a light green dress laden with frills, while the one of the left wore a matching purple outfit. You could see locks of black hair combed to opposite sides of their identical faces and pulled back into a bun.

Despite all your cries and calls, your wife barely stirred, leaving you to your fate. In reality, she had likely heard you being dragged away and figured she would now have the perfect opportunity to usurp the throne. She hadn't the faintest care of what your fate might be as the two dolls carried you into the hallways and, almost predictably, towards a wing of the castle you hardly ever entered: Jocasta's wing.

It was fairly obvious who the wing belonged to as you continued on. Past a pair of double doors, you saw life sized dolls (some bearing a face vaguely like your own) modeled in seated positions or in imagined scenes of action along the hallways and in mostly unused rooms. Porcelain masks hung from the wall every dozen feet and many rooms were filled with all manner of clothes for all sizes of dolls. Eventually though, the two dolls carrying you arrived at a single door, one which a bright sign red in cursive "Princess Jocasta <3". Without so much of a knock they brought you into the expansive room, where Jocasta sat at a table, apparently ready for a tea party.

"Hiiiiii daddy~" Jocasta greeted dreamily, giving you an innocent wave. As you growled angrily into the gag, Jocasta simply smiled. "It's time to play~" She said, her voice taking on an almost sinister tone.