The cells under the castle.

You are both roughly shoved down the halls of the castle into the nether dungeons of the castle. They leave your hands shackled above you, with your legs spread by chains.

Your hood comes off and you are treated to a horrendous sight. Sophia is tied opposite of you in the very same **** tie. The menacing man grips her chin, inspecting her face, turning it when it suits his fancy.

The Queen tries to resist saying, "Please sir, you said as a political prisoner, I beg of you do not tarnish your honor by a lie for mere ****." He tightens her grip, then inches his hand down her torn dress to grip her ample bosom.

"I adore your resistance, but it is futile, you will see soon Sophia, that you are unfitting a title of such grace and stature," he says fondling her. You both rattle in your chains and begin to protest till thick cloth gags are lodged into your mouths.

"Now..." the man says as he glances over his **** instruments, "which one shall I harm?"