The massive, carved wooden doors of the sitting room click shut, leaving only you and the Princess. The air smells of expensive perfume and sweet pastries, a stark contrast to the pine and earth you crave.

Princess Aurelia saunters toward you, humming a cheerful, innocent tune. In her hands, she holds a custom-made collar and leash—the leather is studded with sapphire gems, and the silver chain gleams under the chandelier.

She stops just out of range, tapping her foot and giving you a look of impatient disdain.

"Honestly, you are proving to be quite the nuisance," she sighs, twirling the leash. "Daddy paid good money for you. You're supposed to be exotic, darling, not... filthy. Now, stop that silly snarling. It's time to be a good puppy for your Princess."

She takes a tentative step closer, extending the jeweled collar toward your neck.

"If you let me put this on nicely, I might let you have a little bit of roast pheasant later. If you don't..." Her green eyes narrow, and her voice turns cold. "I'll have the guards fit a muzzle on you first. Your choice, my pet."