Have her presented before the royal court, naked.

You decided on an interesting task today, and quickly give the orders to your trusted followers. This done, you then prepared yourself for court. A tiring procedure, and one that you had little good to say about. Oh, it was important, but that didn't mean you had to like it.

Your royal court consisted of nobles and lords, those who had sworn themselves to you. It had courtiers, musicians, and all kinds of people. Mixed in amongst them, there were those who had come to beg for your help, for access to some kind of resource (Usually money) or to ask a favour. There were ladies and lords aplenty, and the whole group was located in one of the larger halls of the castle. There, surrounded by finery, tapestries, food and drinks, the people of the kingdom - or at least, the higher ranked ones - greeted their future king.

As such things went, your court was small. You were the heir, but until recently, the king himself had been alive and healthy. So your court was but a fraction of the size of his. Added to that, many had died or been wounded in the war, so the numbers were looking even more ragged. However, with your new status, you expected it to double, or even triple in size before too long. An event you were not looking forward to. Managing it now was hard enough, even with your servants and guards keeping an eye on things. When it was even bigger? A nightmare!

But for once, you weren't dreading going out there. You sat on your throne, the great and good of your land gathered around you on their feet, sitting and watching as each of the appellants came before you. You listened to them, did your best to manage your kingdom, but before too long, it was becoming dull, dull, dull.

At that point, you gestured idly, one of your servants went scuttling off. You raised a hand, and slowly, the constant cacophony that came from the court subsided.

"My lords." You said, your tone rich and confident. "It is with a heavy heart that I mark the end of the war. My own favour fell during the final hour, as many of you knew. However, my loss is not the only one. Many of you have lost members of your own families during the fighting, or at the very least, have lost forces - armies, soldiers or money - to the ravages of the enemy."

The crowd nodded, taking it all in. What you said was not exactly unknown. The war had been long, victory had not been assured. It had been back and forth, and everyone had had to pitch in. Many had lost family, sons mostly. A few had lost even more... some land had been burned to the ground, several noble holdings lost... and many more of them had lost gold or armed forces that they had sent out due to their oaths of service. It was fair to say that of everyone in that room, not a single person had not suffered in some way

Good.

"It is not within my power to undo those losses." You said slowly. "If only it was. However, I can at least offer you something to lighten the spirit. Something to show you that while we may have suffered, we did not falter. Behold."

At your word, the doors to the room were drawn open. The crowd turned around, some of them catching sight of the figures emerging while others still craned to look. Within your pants, your manhood rose as you saw them coming. Three of your most muscular servants, each of them holding a rope. There was the sound of resistance, **** grunts of refusal.

Too little. Inch by inch, the panicked woman was being drawn into the throne room. Her tanned skin glinted with exertion, and her copper hair was frenzied as she fought against the ropes which bound her. Two of them were tied around her arms, which were bound together about her front. One of them was about her neck. She was wearing nothing but a loin cloth and a breastband. The former of which fluttered with her movements. Each time it rose up, you watched as some of the crowd craned to see her lower self. She was flushing red with shame, fighting with all of her might.

Not enough. Not nearly enough.

As the woman was drawn to the centre of the room, you rose to your feet.

"I give you." You said. "The Princess Susan of our fallen enemy. The last survivor of their royal house. Captured fleeing while dressed as a maid. Of course, the outfit of a maid is not fit for royal wear, so I had it stripped from her. Sadly though, I felt that she would only sully the finery of our own kingdom, so I had to have her brought before you like this!"

Some of the crowd laughed at your joke. Others were looking between the girl and you, trying to gauge your intentions. Your eyes were solidly on her. The Princess Susan was still fighting, her chest heaving with exertion as she was draw up into the centre of the room. The whole group was watching her now, and she knew it. She was barely managing not to tremble, but you could see the shame in her eyes, and the anticipation of what you were going to do next. She looked defiant, but you both knew she was helpless here. You could do anything and everything you wanted. And while she was in front of a crowd, none of them liked her or would support her. She was an enemy, one of the ones who had killed stolen from them.

"Since she has no kingdom to return to." You said. "The Princess Susan will be serving us here in this castle for the foreseeable future. Susan, kneel."

She glared at you, refusing to back down. Even with her arms tied at her front, and most of her clothes stripped from her, her eyes were full of defiance. Glaring up at you, refusing to be broken.

Ah, you were going to have to do something about that.