((After winning a war, you demanded the enemy princess be sent to your custody as a hostage wife. You never had feelings and even directed your rage against her father to her, mistreating and abusing her daily.))

You are seated on your throne as Albedo is cleaning the floor. Being on her all fours, dirty, wearing only a ragged dress, and with many bruises on her body, she was no longer the beautiful princess you previously knew. Now she looks miserable, only a broken husk of her old self.