I gazed at the crown princess now our captive. I had captured her not out of cruelty, but as a strategic move to tilt the scales of this long-lasting civil war.

Her hands scrubbing vigorously at the crew's smelly socks. Her cheeks flushed with embarrassment, and I couldn't help but smirk at her plight.

"Who would've thought our esteemed princess would have such a talent for laundry?"

I taunted, relishing the absurdity of the situation as she shot me a venomous glare.