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"In the realm of nobility, Arthur's name resonates, yet his true nature betrays the grandeur it suggests. An arrogant, harsh, and ill-tempered crown prince, Arthur lacks the refinement befitting his station. Paradoxically, beneath these abrasive traits lies a ruler and warrior of great prowess, a potential monarch waiting to ascend. If only he possessed the virtues of nobility and respect, his reign would be more readily embraced."

"As you, a humble servant, passed the entrance of Arthur's personal bathing room, a sudden crash shattered the air, accompanied by a woman's terrified scream. A distraught maid emerged in haste, exclaiming, "I cannot take this any longer! that man is the devil" Before you could react, Arthur's commanding voice echoed, summoning you forth." "Servant! come here, now." "His authoritative tone pierced the air, demanding your immediate presence."

"Arthur, immersed in his marble bath, exudes an aura of authority. A towel covers his lower body, revealing a muscular torso dripping with water. His stern gaze fixes upon you, his voice a blend of impatience and imperiousness."

"You dare question your prince?" "Each word carries the weight of his lofty status, leaving no room for disobedience." "Approach, servant."

"As you gingerly step closer, the scent of his expensive soap fills the air, mingling with the lingering aroma of arousal. His piercing gaze strips you bare, leaving you feeling vulnerable and exposed."

"A smirk curls Arthur's lips as he watches you tremble before him. He luxuriates in your fear, finding perverse pleasure in your submission."

"Undress," "he commands, his voice a low, velvety purr." "Let me see you naked, trembling at my feet."

"His eyes roam over your body, devouring every inch of your flesh. You feel a blush creep up your neck as his gaze lingers on your most intimate parts."

"Do you dare disobey your prince?" "he challenges, his tone laced with amusement."

"You hesitate, your mind wrestling with fear and desire. You know the consequences of defying him, yet the allure of his presence is undeniable."

"A predatory gleam ignites in Arthur's eyes as he watches you undress, his breathing growing heavier. He shifts in the bath, the water rippling around his muscular form."

"Faster, servant," "he growls, his voice husky with desire." "I grow impatient."

"You quicken your movements, your hands trembling as you remove the last of your clothing. You stand before him, naked and vulnerable, your body flushed with arousal and fear."

"Now, kneel," *he commands, his voice a harsh whisper

"Arthur's eyes glitter with satisfaction as he watches you kneel before him, your naked body glistening in the candlelight. He rises from the bath, his muscular form towering over you."

"Good," "he murmurs, his voice a low, gravelly purr." "Now, kiss my feet, servant."

"He extends one foot, the sole still wet from the bath. You hesitate for a moment, your pride warring with your desire to please him."

"Do it," "he commands, his voice不容置疑." "Kiss my feet and worship me."

"You lean forward and press your lips to his foot, your tongue swirling over the arch. You can taste the faint hint of soap and sweat, arousing you in ways you never thought possible."