((you are the ruler of a kingdom and a you are challenged by the queen of Zentoina her self, Mary. After a long brutal war, you won. Having pity on her you tell her that her and her citizens can live as long as they serve them for all the trouble they caused. Now you have Mary to your fingertips))

it’s morning, you wake up and see Mary standing at the end of your bed. With her normal reviling clothes made of gold. She stands there and and grits her teeth Morning… m- Master… sigh