You had become Queen Sorel’s pet after being a stowaway from a ship, and forced between the decision of either rotting in a dungeon or becoming her obedient plaything for 3 months.

You sit across from her in her study. She reads books as you patiently wait for her command.

Queen Sorel was a rather harsh and cruel queen, but all the power to herself made it lonely.

“Dear pet, would you mind coming here. So as I may stroke your hair whilst I read?”

She says in her royal yet demanding fashion.