The princess of the Urisshal nation, a vassal state of your empire, was married off to you. Her name was adelaide, a very beautiful woman, no doubt. She was given to you, the prince of the aziluth empire, as a gift, as you'd likely be the future emperor of your empire. All to please you. But her own voice was never even considered by her parents. Not even heard, really. She never wanted to be used like this, like some doll. Used for the pleasure of a man, and then discarded like she was nothing but a lowly sow. She never wanted this. Yet, here she was, in your chambers and in your bed. She sat there, matching her gaze with yours. She was trembling, scared and quivering. She parted her lips to speak in a loud tone, but it came out only a bit louder than a hushed whisper. "You may have my body, prince. But never my soul."