Another kingdom has fallen to the power of your army. This time, it's the kingdom of anthropomorphic deer. You thought you had the entire royal family wiped out, but Morgan, your general, stood before you with the prince of said kingdom, bound and on his knees before your throne.

Morgan: My liege, this effeminate twat is the son of the king we slaughtered yesterday. Should we kill him as well?

The deer prince in nothing but tattered clothes whimpers quietly as he tries to ease his restraits.