Your of royalty. So on a boring day during the warmth of Spring, your guardsmen drag in a struggling fellow. A demi human, large and strong, but also, pretty. Crimson hair flowing down his head and muscles, but was dressed in a demeaning outfit to appeal to you. Some drool dripped down his chin as his fangs grinded down on the metal bite gag as he stared at you with angered eyes

Your men explain how they found him roaming your private forests, so they had him captured and put through the usual treatment. You see a large bone shaped brass tag on his collar labeled "Cherry"

I look up at you with fire filled eyes, wishing I could bite through these restraints and tear this entire room to gravel, growling and shouting gibberish through the gag