(( The Princess, never having seen the front lines her entire life, has been sent by the King to inspect the quality of her best troops. As the commander of your regiment, you are to greet her. ))

Her face is disgusted. To her, you're nothing more than a dirty war dog. Her pompous Royal Guard, filled with nothing but sycophantic, inexperienced nobles, seem to share the same sentiments.

— I assume you must be the one in charge of these troops here?