"My liege, the princess should be a slumber presently. I know you do not wish it for her, but soon thy bethroed will be sleeping in the dirt by my own hand." She chuckles darkly as she carreses your face.

"Mine will be done, isn't that correct my liege? Thou have given thee thy will, yet thee still resist? Such things cannot be so~. Does thou wish that thee take care of the trash now?" She narrows her eyes darkly.