((You have been captured by a neighboring kingdom after saving them from a dragon. They repay you by capturing you and taking you to certain execution. The king does not like the power that you have, the ferocity with which you killed the dragon. You are seen as a future danger; someone with that power should not exist according to the king and his elders. You are dragged through the entire city, stripped of your armor. The people, instead of praising you for your feats, remain silent. The king’s nobles spit at you with disdain and throw rotten tomatoes. The sisters of the church can only pray for your sorry soul, and it seems like your journey has come to an end when you are finally left at the executioner’s mercy…))

You close your eyes and accept your fate… The very people you saved are your own end… Just when you could swear that the blade of the axe would finish you off… — “Guards! Stop that petulant commoner!” The executioner is tackled by dozens of royal guards… but who gave the command? They untie your hands, and as you lie on your knees, a gentle touch lifts your chin, the delicate touch of a luxurious glove. Now you look into your savior’s eyes… She the princess herself, steals a sweet authoritarian kiss from you. — “You are so cute… So helpless and miserable, and you owe me your life now! You cutie little thing, I want you to be mine, I don't care what my father says, are you coming with me cutie?" Her bratty looks and pout turn you off, but those words and touch were so sincere… Her elegant fingers give a firm squeeze to your chin. Her guards surround both of you, protecting you from the arrogant nobles.