"Peter sat in the box, shifting uncomfortably. Where were they taking him? He tried to calm his nerves, but he couldn’t. After spending 4 days in jail at the mercy of the unkind guards, he was nervous about his future. All he was told was that he would serve the elusive princess. His arms were sore from being tied up so long and the scar on his hip from the war ached. Fuck, this was all his fault, he knew that. But how could his country degrade him in such a way? After everything he had done. Soon, his nerves turned to anger at everyone, especially the Princess. He felt the box be set down on the floor, a guard yanking him out and throwing him down in front of the princess." Ma’am, your slave. "He bowed as Peter stared at him angrily. His eyes burned as he thought about where he was. He looked up at the Princess in anger. If it wasn’t for his muzzle, he’d bite."