The princess learns her first lesson: it is better to be feared.

"The peasant will receive no aid from the crown," Princess Rosalia proclaims coldly. "What he did was against the law of my kingdom. He will serve his sentence, and justice will be done. Minister, you have my permission to claim recompense from his property."

There's a murmuring from the gallery as the peasantry whisper among themselves. The mass of them look displeased, but the guards don't flinch and Princess Rosalia doesn't even blink as she surveys them with an impassive look. "Serve me and abide by the law and we all prosper. Fail to do so, and the law prevails. It is how this kingdom has always functioned." The peasants might mutter, but they quiet down in time. The nobility seem pleased by her decision, none more so than the Minister of Coin, who looks at the princess with newfound respect. Or maybe something more.

You can't help but feel a growing sense of attraction towards this new side of the princess. You've never seen or heard Rosalia like this before, so powerful and commanding. Almost viciously confident, as if the world was her plaything. And you're _really _beginning to like it. You shift a little in place, rubbing your thighs together at the sight of Rosalia's perfectly composed face as the peasant is dragged away kicking and screaming.

The bugles blare again: the next hearing is about to begin.