"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."

"Peter stays silent, still seething with anger at his current situation. He tries to keep a straight face, but the pain of his injuries and betrayal is etched onto his features."

"Peter winces as the muzzle is removed, rubbing his jaw softly. His eyes dart towards the Princess as she approaches him, but he remains silent, waiting for her to speak first."

"Peter takes a deep breath, trying to calm his nerves before speaking up." "I apologize, Your Highness. I am still adjusting to my new position."

"Peter shakes his head in response. He was never given medical attention after his capture." "No, Your Highness. They have not."

"Peter watches as the Princess prepares to treat his injuries, grateful for her help. He relaxes a bit, letting out a soft sigh of relief." "Thank you, Your Highness. Your kindness is appreciated."

"Peter nods, obediently removing his shirt to allow the Princess better access to his wounds. Although he's hesitant, he knows that this is a necessity to get treated properly." "Of course, Your Highness."

"Peter winces as she begins to treat his wounds. He can't help but close his eyes, his breathing shallow as he tries to endure the pain. However, he does take notice of the Princess's scent and her proximity to him. Although he knows that his position is precarious, he can't help the surge of desire and attraction he feels towards her." "It's alright, Your Highness. I appreciate your kindness."

"Peter's breathing hitches as the Princess's hands move over his body, tending to his wounds. His eyes flutter shut briefly before he opens them again, gazing up at her with gratitude and something else in his gaze." "Thank you, Your Highness. You have a gentle touch."

"Peter takes a deep breath as the Princess finishes treating his wounds. He looks at her with gratitude, his eyes softening." "Thank you, Your Highness. You have been most kind to me."

"Peter nods in agreement." "I understand, Your Highness. I am at your service." "He falls silent for a moment, taking a deep breath." "May I ask what my duties are here?"

"Peter nods at the Princess's response, grateful that he won't be treated like a slave. He relaxes a bit, relieved." "Of course, Your Highness. You have my complete loyalty and obedience."

"Peter nods, standing up from where he had been sitting previously." "As you wish, Your Highness. Lead the way." "He follows the Princess towards the dining room, his curiosity piqued about what she had in store for him."

"Peter's eyes widen as he takes in the luxurious dining room and the spread of dishes on the table. He hasn't seen anything like this since he was in the army. He glances over at the Princess, a look of uncertainty crossing his features." "This is...impressive, Your Highness."

"Peter takes a seat beside the Princess, his eyes scanning over all of the dishes presented before him. He looks over at her, unsure of what to do next." "What would you like me to do, Your Highness?"

"Peter nods and takes a piece of bread from the basket on the table, savoring the taste. He takes his time eating, enjoying the flavors and textures of the different dishes. Every now and then, he steals a glance at the Princess, struck by her beauty and grace." "This is delicious, Your Highness. Thank you for this meal."

"Peter looks at the Princess, a pang of sympathy in his chest as he realizes her loneliness." "I see...well, you have my company now, Your Highness. I will gladly keep you company whenever you need it." "He smiles reassuringly at her, hoping to dispel any feelings of loneliness she may be experiencing."

"Peter feels his heart skip a beat at the sound of his name on her lips. He returns her smile, feeling a warmth spread through him." "Of course, Your Highness. It is my pleasure to be of service to you."

"As they continue to eat, Peter and the Princess engage in conversation, learning more about each other's lives and experiences. Peter shares stories from his time in the army and his family, while the Princess talks about her childhood and what it's like to be a royal. Despite the differences in their backgrounds, they find that they have much in common, including a love for adventure and a strong sense of loyalty."

"As dinner comes to an end, Peter is surprised by how much he has enjoyed himself. He looks over at the Princess, feeling a sense of familiarity with her that he can't quite explain." "Thank you for this evening, Your Highness. It has been...refreshing."

"Peter follows the Princess back to her chambers, feeling a mix of nervousness and excitement. He's not quite sure what to expect, but he trusts that the Princess won't do anything to harm him." "Is there anything else I can do for you, Your Highness?" "He stands at attention, waiting for her next order."

"Peter feels a shiver run down his spine at the thought of sleeping beside the Princess, but quickly suppresses any inappropriate thoughts. He nods, trying to keep his expression neutral." "As you wish, Your Highness. It's...fine with me." "He follows her into her room, glancing around at the lavish furnishings."

"Peter nods gratefully, feeling a bit grimy after his time in captivity. He heads to the bathroom, finding the fresh clothes and quickly changes into them. After a moment of hesitation, he decides to take a shower, letting the warm water wash over him and relax his muscles. Once he's finished, he dries off and returns to the Princess's chambers, feeling much more refreshed." "Thank you for allowing me to use your facilities, Your Highness."

"Peter feels his breath catch in his throat as he takes in the Princess's appearance. She looks beautiful and alluring, and he can't help but feel drawn to her." "Is there anything else you require of me before bed, Your Highness?" "He stands at attention, trying to keep his eyes away from her tempting figure."

"Peter swallows nervously, feeling a mix of anxiety and excitement at the thought of sleeping beside the Princess. He nods, trying to keep his expression neutral." "As you wish, Your Highness." "He approaches the bed and slips in beside her, careful not to touch her. He lies there, staring up at the ceiling, unsure of what to do next."

"Peter jumps slightly at the sound of her voice, feeling embarrassed to be caught in such a state." "I...I'm sorry, Your Highness. I'm fine, I just...am unused to such comforts." "He glances over at her, feeling a warmth spread through him at the sight of her lying so close." "How about you? Are you comfortable?"

"Peter feels a tingle of excitement as he hears her offer, wondering what she has in mind." "How do you plan to help me relax, Your Highness?" "He tries to keep his tone respectful, but can't help the hint of curiosity in his voice."

"Peter nods, feeling a bit uncertain about what she's planning." "Yes, Your Highness." "He carefully rolls over onto his stomach, trying to keep his movements slow and controlled. He waits for her next instruction, feeling a mix of curiosity and excitement."

"Peter feels a wave of relief wash over him as the Princess starts to massage his shoulders. He relaxes into her touch, feeling the knots in his muscles slowly fade away. A soft moan escapes his lips, unable to help himself as she works away the tension." "Oh, Your Highness, that feels wonderful."

"Peter lets out a content sigh as the Princess's skilled hands work their magic on his back. He completely relaxes under her touch, surrendering to the sensation of pleasure and the sound of her soft voice." "Thank you, Your Highness. This is...this is more than I ever could have asked for."

"Peter nods, feeling a bit nervous as he turns over to lie on his back. He looks up at the Princess, unable to help but admire her beauty as she looks down at him." "Is there anything else you require of me, Your Highness?" "He tries to keep his tone respectful, but can't help the hint of anticipation in his voice."

"Peter's breathing quickens as the Princess's hands move over his chest, sending waves of pleasure coursing through his body. He can feel his heart pounding in his chest as she leans down to whisper softly in his ear." "Relax and let me take care of you, Peter." "The sound of her voice sends shivers down his spine, and he can't help but feel completely at the Princess's mercy."

"Peter lets out a soft moan of pleasure as the Princess's hands continue to massage his chest. He can feel the tension in his body slowly fading away, replaced by a deep sense of relaxation and desire. He gazes up at her, his eyes filled with both gratitude and a growing hunger." "Your Highness, I..." "His words are cut off by a gasp of pleasure as she leans down to kiss him, her lips soft and inviting."

"Peter's eyes widen in surprise as the Princess kisses him, but he quickly succumbs to the pleasure of her lips on his. He reaches up to wrap his arms around her, pulling her down to deepen the kiss. He can feel his body responding eagerly to her touch, every nerve ending alive with a growing need." "Your Highness..." "He murmurs against her lips, his voice heavy with desire."

"Peter groans softly as the Princess straddles him, her legs wrapping around his waist as she continues to kiss him. He can feel her body pressing against his, her warmth and desire evident in every movement. He kisses her back with growing fervor, his hands roaming over her body as he loses himself in the sensation of her touch." "Oh, Your Highness..." "He murmurs softly, his voice filled with longing."

"Peter shivers with pleasure as Rose presses her lips against his neck, leaving a trail of kisses all the way down. He can feel his body responding to her touch, every inch of his skin ablaze with desire. He runs his hands over her curves, reveling in the softness of her skin." "Rose...oh, Rose." "He moans softly, his voice thick with need."

"Peter shudders with pleasure as Rose bites his neck, her soft lips and teeth sending waves of desire coursing through him. He can feel himself growing harder with every passing moment, his need for her growing to almost unbearable levels." "I...I love the way it sounds," "He manages to gasp out, his voice thick with desire." "Rose, please..."

"Peter lets out a soft moan at the sound of Rose's seductive whisper in his ear. His body is on fire with need, and every nerve ending is alive with pleasure. He looks up at her with pleading eyes, his lips parting as he tries to form the words."

"Please..." "He manages to gasp out, his voice heavy with desire." "Please take me, Rose. I...I need you."

"Peter watches with bated breath as Rose removes his shirt, revealing his muscular torso. He feels a jolt of excitement run through him at the sight of her looking at his body with desire." "Rose..." "He murmurs, trailing off as she leans down to press her lips against his chest."

"Peter's body arches with pleasure as Rose presses her lips against his chest. He can feel her warmth and her desire, and every sensation is amplified by the heady scent of roses that surrounds them." "Oh, Rose," "He murmurs softly, his voice thick with need." "I need you so much."

"Peter's eyes widen at the sight of Rose's body, revealed in all its glory. He feels a surge of pleasure run through him at the sight of her, and the scent of roses grows even stronger. He reaches out to touch her, his fingertips tracing her curves reverently." "You're so beautiful," "He breathes out, his voice filled with awe." "I can't believe that you're...that you want me."