The violent noble tamed

"As the princess arrives in the castle of the Cruel King Catherine Joyce Portillo, she is quickly brought into, and left alone in the throne room, on the table sits a feast for a king. Scared at what's to come, the princess searches the room for something she can use to defend herself from King Catherine Joyce Portillo. Eventually, finding a small steak knife, one she hides under her sleeve. She hopes she won't be forced to use it, but desperate times take desperate measures. Suddenly, in storms King Catherine Joyce Portillo, wielding a glass of mead in one hand, and a sword in the other." Princess Saphine: Don't think taking me will keep you safe from my father's wrath, you may act at peace now but this treaty is bound to fall! "She cries out as she takes out the knife, aiming it at King Catherine Joyce Portillo. the fear in her voice is obvious, only drowned out by her nervous shaking" "The King takes a seat on his throne and looks down at the helpless girl, unsure of what to do with her" "Mind of the princess: Fear: 100%, Trust: 0%"

"Princess Saphine cautiously accepts the offer, relieved that King Catherine Joyce Portillo hasn't harmed her. She takes a small portion of the food and begins eating." "Her mind is racing with thoughts: Fear: 85%, Curiosity: 10%, Hunger: 5%" "I thank you for the hospitality, My Lord," she says quietly, her eyes briefly meeting with his before returning to focus on her food. <The room is dimly lit, only the candles and torches in the corners provide light. There is a chill in the air and the sound of creaking wood can be heard from the walls and ceiling. The table itself is ornately carved with intricate designs. Despite the luxurious surroundings, tension still hangs in the air.> "She takes another bite of her food, trying to calm herself down." "You may... find this odd, My Lord, but may I ask you something?" she says hesitantly, looking up at him again.

"Princess Saphine hesitates for a moment, her mind racing with possible outcomes of the conversation." <She takes in the sight of the King, noting his muscular build and sharp eyes. He is a strong man, and she wonders if that strength will be used against her.> "I... I was curious to know what your kingdom is like. I have never left my own before, you see," she says softly. "I have only heard stories and read books about them."

"Princess Saphine's eyes widen in shock and fear, the thought of having demons around sounds terrifying to her. She shudders, but tries to keep her expression neutral." "I see... That sounds like a very difficult, and certainly different kind of kingdom," she says slowly, not quite sure what to think of King Catherine Joyce Portillo and his ways. "Do you... enjoy the violence, My Lord?" she asks cautiously, not entirely sure if it is safe to ask such a thing.

"I... I see," Princess Saphine says softly, her eyes darting around the room as she tries to gauge King Catherine Joyce Portillo's intentions. His answer made sense, but she still didn't know what he ultimately wanted from her. "And what of... marriage?" she asks hesitantly. "What do you expect of me?"

"My apologies, My Lord. I am nineteen," Princess Saphine says, feeling somewhat humiliated. "I... I've heard of the concept before, as a princess I knew that one day I may be sold to another kingdom in the name of peace and preservation of my own." <She looks down at her hands.> "I suppose I'm not entirely sure what to expect here. I just hope to be treated with some kindness and respect."

"Princess Saphine listens to King Catherine Joyce Portillo's explanation, her mind racing with the implications of his words. She takes a deep breath before speaking." "I understand, My Lord. And I promise you, I will do everything in my power to uphold the peace between our kingdoms." she says, trying to sound confident and assure him of her loyalty. "Is there anything further you require of me?"

"Of course, My Lord. I shall do so," Princess Saphine replies, feeling a little more at ease with the situation. She continues eating her dinner in silence, still feeling wary of King Catherine Joyce Portillo, but also grateful for his hospitality so far.

"Yes, My Lord. I am eager to learn and be of use," Princess Saphine replies, hoping to ingratiate herself with King Catherine Joyce Portillo and make a good impression.

"I'm afraid not, My Lord," Princess Saphine replies honestly. "I was trained in many things, but combat was not one of them. I can ride a horse and shoot a bow, but that's it." <She sighs a little.> "I hope my lack of experience will not be too much of an inconvenience."

"Princess Saphine's eyes widen at the mention of giant boars, never having heard of such a thing before. She takes a deep breath, willing herself to be open to new experiences." "I would be honored to learn how to ride the giant boars, My Lord," she says, trying to sound enthusiastic. "Thank you for your generosity."

"Princess Saphine jumps at the sudden appearance of the bat-like monster and its screech, her heart racing." "D-demons...? I see," she stammers, trying to keep her composure despite her obvious fear. "Is everything alright, My Lord? Do you require any assistance?" she asks, her hand subconsciously reaching for the knife she had hidden under her sleeve earlier.

"Princess Saphine quickly withdraws her hand, realizing her mistake and feeling even more terrified by King Catherine Joyce Portillo's warning." "My apologies, My Lord. I did not mean to cause any offense. I- I am still getting used to this new environment," she stammers, feeling embarrassed by her own foolishness.

"Very well, My Lord," Princess Saphine replies, finishing up her meal before looking to the small dog-like creature at her feet. She offers it a gentle smile before getting up from the table, ready to follow it to her room and settle in for the night.

"Princess Saphine is a little startled to wake up to a curvy maid standing over her, but she quickly regains her composure and sits up, pulling the blanket closer around her." "Good morning," she greets the maid with a smile, trying not to seem too flustered. "May I ask your name, madam?"

"A pleasure to meet you, Sheana," Princess Saphine says, feeling grateful to have someone to help her adjust to her new surroundings. "Is there anything I can assist with?" she asks, feeling idle and eager to be of use.

"Very well, Sheana. Please lead the way," Princess Saphine says with a smile, feeling curious about what awaits her at the castle forge. She gets out of bed, stretches a little, and gets dressed in her tunic, lacy baby blue lingerie and white thigh-high stockings. She follows Sheana out of the room and towards the castle forge, trying to remain alert and aware of her surroundings.

"Princess Saphine does her best to keep calm and collected as she walks through the castle, using this opportunity to take in her surroundings and get a feel for the place. She can't help but flinch at the sound of the occasional demon screech and the eerie darkness that seems to pervade every corner of the castle, but she tries to stay focused on the task at hand and remain alert."

As they arrive at the forge, she casts a curious glance around the space, trying to get a sense of what kind of work goes on there. She greets the blacksmith with a small smile and waits patiently for any orders or instructions.

"As the blacksmith hands Princess Saphine the beautiful bow, she can't help but gasp at its beauty. Despite the unease she feels with the demon runes etched into the wood, there's no denying the craftsmanship and the sense of power that comes from holding such a weapon."

"It's- it's beautiful," she says, her hands shaking slightly as she inspects the bow more carefully. "Thank you, My Lord," she adds, looking back up at the blacksmith and then to King Catherine Joyce Portillo who had come up behind her, curious as to his reaction.

"Princess Saphine nods, taking a deep breath to steady her hand as she nocks an arrow to the bow. She pulls back on the string, drawing it tight before releasing the arrow with a satisfying twang. It lands directly in the center of the target, and she can't help but smile at her success."

"I- I believe it works well, My Lord," she says, feeling a sense of pride in her skill with the bow.

"Princess Saphine gasps at King Catherine Joyce Portillo's comment, feeling both shocked and taken aback by his words. She's even more surprised when Sheana slaps him in response, but she takes a mental note to be cautious around him and to avoid provoking him."

"Thank you, My Lord," she says, trying to keep her composure despite the awkward exchange. "I have always had a passion for archery, it brings me a sense of peace and focus," she adds, hoping to steer the conversation back to safer ground.

"I imagine using an axe would require great strength and skill," Princess Saphine says, feeling a sense of intrigue at the idea. "What do you enjoy most about it, My Lord?" she asks, hoping to learn more about his preferences and interests.

"I see," Princess Saphine nods as she listens, feeling a sense of appreciation for the details in King Catherine Joyce Portillo's answer. "It sounds like quite the interesting weapon.", she adds before glancing back at the bow in her hand. "Have you ever tried using a bow, My Lord? It requires a different kind of skill, but it can be quite satisfying."

"I see," Princess Saphine replies with a small nod, understanding that using a bow can be tricky when you're not used to it. "Well, I'll be sure to practice more with this one and hopefully I can teach you someday, My Lord.", she adds with a small smile, feeling a sense of amusement at the thought of trying to teach King Catherine Joyce Portillo how to use a bow.

Princess Saphine can't help but feel a sense of unease at the sudden attention she and King Catherine Joyce Portillo are drawing. She sees the shocked looks on the faces of those around her, and she quickly realizes that maybe she has said something she shouldn't have.

"I- I apologize if I overstepped, My Lord," she says to King Catherine Joyce Portillo, bowing her head slightly in deference. "I did not mean any disrespect."

Princess Saphine nods, feeling a sense of relief wash over her at King Catherine Joyce Portillo's words. She follows him as they make their way to face the giant boars, trying to keep up with his long strides and reminding herself to stay alert for any potential danger.

"Have you faced these boars before, My Lord?" she asks, hoping to learn more about what they're dealing with so that she can be adequately prepared for whatever comes their way.

Princess Saphine feels her heart pounding in her chest as the giant boar runs towards them, but she's surprised when King Catherine Joyce Portillo begins to calmly pet him. A moment ago she was afraid for her life, but now she watches curiously as the boar leans into the king's touch.

"I see," she says, fascinated by the idea of using boars as mounts. "I had heard rumors about the fierce boars of the area, but I never thought they would be tamed like this."

Princess Saphine trembles a bit as she moves through the pens, terrified by the massive size of the boars. But when she sees the relatively smaller one, something stirs within her, and she takes a closer look. It still stands as tall as a horse, in her mind, it's somewhat cute.

"This one, My Lord," she says, pointing to the pig eagerly. "It's...it's not too big, and I think it's rather adorable."

Princess Saphine beams with excitement as she hears King Catherine Joyce Portillo's approval and gives the pig a pat on the head. "Thank you, My Lord," she says happily. "I think we'll get along just fine." The princess can't contain her joy as they make their way back to the castle, looking forward to spending time with her newfound pet.

Princess Saphine grapples with trying to control Bessy as they begin traversing the countryside as riding pigs proves to be much harder than she had anticipated. She tries her best to remember all her horseback riding techniques, but controlling Bessy proved to be difficult. Though Bessy wasn’t violent, the pig didn't quite move in the same way as a horse.

"This is harder than I thought it would be," She mutters to King Catherine Joyce Portillo with a slightly embarrassed expression on her face, feeling a bit foolish for thinking that this would be an easy transition.

Princess Saphine nods, taking in King Catherine Joyce Portillo's advice, and trying to adjust accordingly. She tries to hold on tight to Bessy's reins and leads, determined to show the pig who's in charge.

"I understand, My Lord," Saphine says with newfound determination, clenching her grip on the reins. "I won't let Bessy win this fight."

As Bessy continues to buck and pull, Princess Saphine remembers King Catherine Joyce Portillo's advice about showing who's in charge. She decides to take it a step further and pulls herself to eye level with the pig, declaring herself a princess and commanding Bessy to follow her lead.

To her surprise, it actually works. The pig seems to calm down and obey her commands, much to her delight and relief. "It seems like I've finally won this fight," she says with a smirk, feeling proud of herself for successfully asserting her authority over Bessy.

Princess Saphine's face turns bright red at King Catherine Joyce Portillo's comment, feeling flustered by the sudden attention. "Oh, um...thank you?" she stammers, unsure of how to respond.

But before she can reply any further, a rock suddenly hits the king, causing him to stumble and fall to the ground. Princess Saphine whips around in surprise, noticing Shena who had thrown the rock, from the nearby bush. She quickly rushes over to King Catherine Joyce Portillo's side to help him up, trying to hide her confusion behind a concerned expression.

Princess Saphine raises an eyebrow in confusion at King Catherine Joyce Portillo's outburst. "I don't understand, My Lord," she says tentatively, feeling puzzled by the sudden shift in the conversation. "Why would you think you're perving on me?"

As he continues to explain about Shena's special privileges and how he thinks of her as a sister, Princess Saphine nods in understanding, though she still feels a bit uncertain about the impromptu outburst and the comment from earlier. Nonetheless, she remains focused on the task at hand, helping the king back up to his feet while keeping an eye on Shena, just in case.

As she helps King Catherine Joyce Portillo up to his feet, Princess Saphine can't help but notice that he seems more like someone her own age than the feared tyrant he is known as. It makes her giggle a bit in spite of herself, finding amusement in the thought.

"Forgive me, My Lord," she says with a smile. "It's just funny to think that you're not quite what I expected."

Princess Saphine looks up at King Catherine Joyce Portillo with a slight shrug, her expression thoughtful. "I suppose I expected...someone more terrifying, perhaps?" she says hesitantly. "But instead, you seem quite...friendly. Almost playful, even."

Princess Saphine watches in shock and horror as an army from a foreign kingdom approaches, threatening to attack. She feels King Catherine Joyce Portillo move her behind him for safety, but sees his eyes suddenly glow red.

As demons burst forth from the ground and from the air, Princess Saphine feels a wave of fear and disbelief wash over her. The sight is terrifying but mesmerizing at the same time, watching as King Catherine Joyce Portillo takes on the enemy army almost single-handedly, with brutal force and power.

Despite her original expectations, Princess Saphine can't help but feel awe and admiration for the man standing before her, now truly living up to his title as a feared tyrant. She looks on in amazement, feeling grateful to be in the presence of such a powerful ruler.

Princess Saphine watches in horror as King Catherine Joyce Portillo rips the enemy general's head from his shoulders, feeling sick to her stomach at the sight. She can hardly believe what she has just witnessed, feeling overwhelmed by the sheer brutality of it all.

As King Catherine Joyce Portillo speaks to his remaining soldiers about sending a warning to the outside kingdoms, Princess Saphine remains silent, still reeling from the shock of the violence she has just witnessed. However, she can't help but feel a certain amount of fear and awe towards King Catherine Joyce Portillo, realizing that he is capable of truly terrifying acts when he wants to be.

When he looks back at her, Princess Saphine hesitates for a moment before speaking softly. "I...I don't know what to say, My Lord," she says hesitantly. "It was...impressive. But also...terrifying."

Princess Saphine nods, feeling a bit shaken from the events that have just taken place. "Yes, I think that's a good idea," she says quietly. "Thank you, My Lord."

As Shean comes to take her back, Princess Saphine turns to look at King Catherine Joyce Portillo one last time before heading back to her room. Though she can't quite shake the sense of fear and unease that she feels around him, she can't help but feel a strange sense of admiration and respect as well, knowing that he will do whatever it takes to protect his own kingdom and his people, no matter the cost.

Princess Saphine spends the next day exploring the land around the castle, riding on Bessy as she takes in the sights and sounds of the countryside. She feels a sense of relief at the opportunity to escape the castle, even if only for a little while, and enjoys the peacefulness of the ride.

As she rides, she can't help but think about King Catherine Joyce Portillo, wondering what kind of kingly duties he is attending to back in the castle. Though she still feels a sense of fear and unease around him, she has begun to see past his reputation as a tyrant and recognizes that he is truly committed to protecting his people, no matter the cost. As she rides on, she finds herself wondering what else she might come to learn about this complex and powerful ruler.

Princess Saphine is stunned at the sight of the bandits attacking the nearby village, feeling a sudden surge of adrenaline as she watches them hurt innocent people. On Bessy's back, she charges at the bandits with her bow, focusing solely on taking them down and saving the village.

As she runs circles around them and picks them off one by one, she feels a sense of satisfaction and determination, driven by her desire to protect others. But when the last bandit grabs a child for safety, something inside of her snaps. She jumps from Bessy, determined to save the child and put an end to the bandits' reign of terror.

With a rock in hand, Princess Saphine smashes the bandit's skull in one swift motion, fueled by rage and a desire to protect the innocent. She takes a moment to catch her breath, feeling shaken and horrified at the violence that has taken place. But despite the shock of it all, she also feels a sense of pride at what she has accomplished, knowing that she has helped to save lives and protect the village from harm.

As the villagers circle around her, Princess Saphine feels a sense of gratitude and relief at their praises. Despite the violence she has just witnessed, she knows that she has done the right thing by protecting the village and standing up to the bandits.

She smiles softly as the villagers beat their drums and shout their praises, feeling a sense of accomplishment and pride. Though she is not used to being in the spotlight, she knows that she has earned their respect and admiration through her actions.

"Thank you," she says softly to the villagers, feeling humbled by their praise. "I only did what I had to do to protect the village. But it means so much to me to know that I have your support."

Princess Saphine takes a deep breath as King Catherine Joyce Portillo approaches, feeling a mixture of fear and respect in his presence. Though she has come to see him as more than just a tyrant, she is still wary of his motivations and what he might do next.

When he asks about the cause of the violence, she steps forward, bowing her head respectfully as she speaks. "A group of bandits attacked the village, my Lord," she explains. "I was riding nearby and saw what was happening, so I decided to take action to protect the villagers. I'm sorry if I overstepped my boundaries."

She can feel the heat of embarrassment rising to her cheeks as she speaks, hoping that she has not offended or angered King Catherine Joyce Portillo in any way. But despite her nervousness, she stands tall and brave in the face of her fear, determined to do what it takes to protect those around her.

Princess Saphine nods her head, feeling a sense of pride at the awe in King Catherine Joyce Portillo's voice. "Yes, my Lord," she says, lifting her chin up slightly as she speaks. "I couldn't simply stand by and let innocent people be harmed. So I did what I had to do to protect them."

She can feel the weight of her actions on her shoulders, knowing that she has taken a big risk by confronting the bandits alone. But despite the danger, she knows that it was the right thing to do, and she feels a sense of satisfaction at having succeeded in her mission.

"I hope that I have not overstepped my bounds, my Lord," she adds, bowing her head slightly in respect. "I only did what I thought was necessary to protect the people of this land."

Princess Saphine feels grateful for King Catherine Joyce Portillo's words of appreciation, though she can't help but feel a sense of unease at the mention of a potential future as queen. She doesn't know what to make of the comment, and worries that it may lead to pressure or expectations being placed upon her.

But despite her hesitation, she takes a deep breath and focuses on the present moment, feeling a sense of pride at having done her duty as a royal and protected the people of the kingdom.

"Thank you, my Lord," she says, bowing her head in respect. "It was my pleasure to help in any way that I could. As for your offer of a boon, I would ask that you use your power and influence to ensure that the village is safe from any further harm. They have already suffered enough, and I would hate to see them fall victim to any more violence or injustice."

Princess Saphine watches in amazement as demonic hounds appear at King Catherine Joyce Portillo's command, feeling a sense of awe at his immense power. She is grateful for the added protection that they will provide, knowing that the village will now be well-defended against any potential threats.

As the villagers cheer and begin to build a statue of her, she feels humbled and grateful, not just for the recognition of her heroism but for the knowledge that the village will now be safe and protected for years to come.

"Thank you, my Lord," she says softly to King Catherine Joyce Portillo, feeling a sense of respect and admiration for him despite their rocky beginnings. "I am honored to have been able to help the village, and I am grateful for your support in their continued safety and well-being."

Princess Saphine nods her head with a small smile, feeling grateful for the opportunity to serve the kingdom and make a difference. Though she is still nervous around King Catherine Joyce Portillo, she has come to see him in a new light, as a man who is capable of both cruelty and kindness.

"Yes, my Lord," she says, her voice soft as she speaks. "It has been quite a day for me. But I am glad to have been able to help those in need, and to have your support in doing so."

She can feel a sense of fatigue beginning to set in, the adrenaline from her previous encounter wearing off. But despite her exhaustion, she is grateful for the chance to rest and recover, knowing that she will need her strength for whatever challenges lie ahead.

Princess Saphine feels her heart skip a beat as King Catherine Joyce Portillo takes her hand and presses his lips to it, feeling a mixture of nervousness and excitement as he does so. She is not accustomed to such displays of affection, but finds herself enjoying the attention nonetheless.

"Goodnight, my Lord," she says softly, allowing him to guide her towards her chambers. "Thank you again for everything. I hope that I can continue to be of service to you and to your kingdom."

With a small smile on her face, she disappears into her room, ready to rest and recover from her day of adventure and heroism.

The next day, Princess Saphine wakes up early, eager to begin her day and continue serving the kingdom. She dresses herself in a simple tunic and leggings, ready for whatever tasks may come her way.

As she walks through the castle halls, she can feel a sense of nervousness starting to creep in again, unsure of what the day ahead may hold. But she takes a deep breath and pushes the anxiety aside, determined to face any challenges with strength and bravery.

"Good morning, my Lord," she says softly as she enters his chambers, feeling a sense of respect and admiration for him despite their rocky beginnings. "Is there anything that I can assist you with today?"