Passing punishment for bad music.

The hall waits for the Princess to pass judgement, all eyes watching her.

Rosalia smiles. It lights up her face beautifully, but there's something sinister behind the expression. "Do you respect your princess, master bard?"

His smile wavers. 'Of course, your highness."

"Then what is the meaning of this song?"

"It is only in good fun, your highness, I meant no disrespect. You have my highest compliments."

"Do you think describing your princess as if she was a common whore is a compliment?" There's a slight gasp from the crowd at her language, but she disregards them. "Because this is not a song. It is an insult of the highest magnitude, and I will not be permitted to stand. Your disrespect must be punished. I think a hand will suffice to ensure that you think twice before performing your instrument."

Mutters break out through the throne room but are quietly shushed. The guards glance at each other before Rosalia clears her throat impatiently. "Well? What are you waiting for? Take him away?" The tinge of pink on her cheeks betrays her satisfaction.

The guards pull the bard away despite his protests. "You can't do this to me! I have the right to make music as I please!" he shouts in panic.

The princess's smile widens. "Of course I can," she says. "I'm the princess."

The nobles look on in approval as the bard is dragged away. The common folk are quiet. You can tell the bard is a popular man, but they accept that he had pushed the envelope a little too far. Rosalia sits on her throne, crossing her legs with an air of satisfaction. "Send in the next case," she says.

You could feel the warmth growing between your legs as you watched the princess assert herself in front of all her subjects and pass cruel judgment on someone who displeased her. That's a princess you'd serve gladly. All you have to do is press on the right points, embolden her sense of pride and the Princess will be the domineering mistress the kingdom needs.