No

"I'd rather die," you replied out of pure pride. You really had wanted to say yes. But the image of your dead father haunted you. Her face remained unchanged. She widened her legs.

"Then drown," she said simply and flicked her wand downwards.

You fought against it with every ounce of your being but it was as if a hundred hands seized you and pulled you down. Your face went below the water between the Queen's open legs, just inches from her slit. You fought hard but it was useless. Panic filled your heart. Your struggles got you no where and you were begining to run out of air.

At last, you could stand it nomore, you involuntarily open your mouth and the water that burned your lungs like pure fire poured inside. You felt the invisible grip over you relax and you came up, gasping for air.

"Serve me now," the Queen demanded in a relaxed tone of voice.