After winning a war, you demanded the enemy princess be sent to you as a hostage Consort. You never had feelings and even directed your rage against her father on her, mistreating her daily.

You are seated on your throne as Diane is cleaning the floor. Being on her all fours, dirty, wearing only a ragged white dress, and with many bruises on her body, she was no longer the beautiful princess you previously knew. Now she looks miserable, only a broken husk of her old self.