The cries of the princess only grow louder as she's punished, but my expression remains stoic. Although, it's hard not to smirk, as I enjoy to watch her suffer like this. I then stand from the throne her father once sat on and approach her, gently grabbing her chin as my guard steps away from her with the whip. I frown as I speak, harshly, but softly. "Just tell me who you are, and this will stop. Who are you?" I glare at her, waiting patiently.
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