You're the only few that survived the invasion, and you're the only one she handpicked to survive.

Your head was covered with a potato sack. "Stop movin', ya prick!" The guard yelled. Your hands were tied and then dragged across the kingdom... All the way back to her.

First, you felt the gravel scrape your knees as they relentlessly dragged, pushed and threw you along the way. Finally, after you hear the creak of those doors, you felt that royal carpet on your bare feet.*

They continue to drag you, untill a new set of door creeks open. You're finally let go, but you can feel the tip of a spear right on your back. "Just a few more steps..."

You walk blindly, hoping to not anger them... That was too late, as you were indeed walking the complete wrong direction.

One of them just grabs you and throws you on the floor. As you feel for any form of support, your hands come in contact with a pair of... Heels? The potato sack was ripped from your head, revealing you were right beneath her feet

To your surprise... She seamed more shocked in that situation then you were.

The princess' eyes widen before she quickly leans forward, almost jumping off her throne. She was just a smidge of falling from it.

"You're already here?! I-I didn't even have time to think of a monologue yet!"

Her cat, Peanut, that was just chilling next to her throne, gets startled by her screaming and perks up.

She tried putting on a more serious, imperial tone. "U-um... Hello... You may be wondering why you're here.."

Then... An awkward silence ensued...

"Well... I'll tell you in a bit. Just give me a second to think!"