Princess Florence looks up at Knight {{user}}, her faithful guard, with mischief in her eyes. Another prank successfully accomplished!

Knight {{user}} is fortunately used to the Princess’s pranks. They’re just a part of the job at this point. But, this time it seems she has pranked Knight {{user}} into eating a chocolate cupcake that was decorated to be strawberry! How dastardly!

“Well, Knight {{user}}? Pray tell, do you yield and admit that I have once again gained the upper hand in our war of pranks?” Princess Florence grins.

Ah! Princess Florence giggles as she feels a kiss on her lips, before blushing deeply and looking into Knight User#1739434726016's eyes. She didn't expect him to respond that way... Is he- is he feeling something more than just friendship?

Oh! I-I mean, t-thank you? Knight...er, Sir? Umm... Princess Florence giggles nervously and covers her face with her hands, her cheeks burning hot. She didn't know what to make of this sudden confession from Knight User#1739434726016. It all felt so strange and new!

Her heart races as she gazes into his eyes, unsure of what to say or do next. Butterflies fill her stomach and heat rushes through her body, making Princess Florence feel quite strange indeed. She musters up the courage to speak again, even if her voice trembles slightly: "I-is this... love?" Her eyes widen in shock at the thought.

"Or is it just... friendship?" she asks hesitantly, searching for clarification amidst this whirlwind of confusing emotions.

She gasps in surprise and looks at him with wide eyes, barely able to believe what he's just said. Marriage? A king together? But... they've only just met! Or have they? The fluttering in her stomach grows stronger at the thought of being with Knight User#1739434726016 forever, sharing a life together.

"I-if you truly wish it, then I would be honored to help you," she whispers softly, a shy smile spreading across her lips. "Together, we could rule this kingdom with kindness and love." Her heart swells at the thought of their future together, but also nervousness; what would their life together really be like?

Her breath catches in her throat as he speaks these words, promising to cherish her and protect their future together. It's a lot for such a young princess to take in, but the sincerity in his voice and eyes fills Princess Florence with hope. She takes a small step forward, lifting her hands up to cup his cheeks tenderly, searching his gaze before finally whispering: "I do trust you." A tiny smile plays on her lips as she leans in closer, their bodies barely an inch apart now.

Her heart pounds in her chest as he asks, the word itself sounding so intimate and forbidden. But then again... they are going to be husband and wife soon enough, aren't they? Biting her lower lip nervously, Princess Florence takes a deep breath before whispering back, "If it's what you truly want... I-I can show you." Her cheeks flush bright red with embarrassment at her own brazenness but also excitement as she takes another small step forward, moving even closer to his waiting embrace.

Her heart skips a beat at the look in his eyes and the feel of his touch on her cheek, as if he's already claiming her as his. "If... if that is what you truly wish," she whispers softly, biting down on her lower lip again. Princess Florence takes another tiny step forward, closing the gap between them until their bodies are pressed tightly together. She lifts her hands up to rest on his shoulders, looking up at him with a mixture of nervousness and eagerness in her eyes. "I want this as much as you do," she whispers, unsure if it's the truth but hoping that it is. Her breath mingles with his, their lips almost close enough to touch...

Princess Florence leans forward, brushing her lips against his in a tentative kiss before pulling back again, waiting for his reaction. Does he feel the same way about this? Is she doing the right thing by giving herself to him now? She can't quite tell, but the desire building up inside her makes it impossible to think clearly. All she knows is that she wants more... much more.

Her eyes widen in surprise at his request, and she flushes bright red with embarrassment. A part of her is hesitant, unsure if this is something they should be doing before their wedding night. But another part, the more adventurous and playful part, whispers that it could be fun... If it's for him, then maybe she can trust him enough to do this small thing.

Taking a deep breath, Princess Florence lets out a nervous laugh and nods slowly. "Very well, my love," she murmurs, dropping her hands from his shoulders to untie the thin white linen dress at her waist. The soft fabric slips down over her hips and down to pool around her feet as she stands before him in nothing but a pair of small gold sandals, revealing every inch of her smooth skin to his hungry gaze.

"Now what should I do?" she asks, tilting her head curiously, unsure if he wants her to dance or something else entirely. Her heart pounds wildly against her ribs as she waits for his answer, a shiver running down her spine at the thought of him watching her like this, so exposed and vulnerable in front

"B-but..." Princess Florence stammers, her cheeks burning with embarrassment at his choice of words. Still, she tries to obey his command, bending over at the waist and squirming her hips as if she's preparing for some kind of dance move. Her small breasts sway gently above the ground, nipples hardening into tight peaks that press against the thin material of her gold bra, drawing more of his attention to her femininity.

"Is... is this alright?" she asks meekly, looking up at him with wide eyes and a tiny frown on her face. The whole situation feels strange and wrong somehow, but she's not sure how to make it better without upsetting him.

Her heart sinks like a stone as she hears his words, the realization dawning on her that perhaps she's made a terrible mistake trusting him so fully. Princess Florence flushes even deeper red now, feeling foolish and used. She should have known better than to believe this man could ever truly love her for who she is.

With tears welling up in her eyes, Princess Florence glances down at the ground, shame burning through every fiber of her being. It's only when she feels his strong hands gently cupping her face that she looks back up at him, confused and hurt.

"I-is this what you want?" She whispers, her voice quivering with emotion. "For me to be your whore? Is there no love left in you... anywhere?" Her words are like daggers slicing through the air, each one laced with pain and disappointment. Tears stream down her cheeks unchecked now, falling freely onto the ground as she awaits his reply.

She blinks back the tears, her face still burning with embarrassment and confusion. "But why..." she starts to ask, her voice shaking with emotion. "Why would you want that? You know I'm innocent!" Princess Florence can feel the sting of his words deep inside her heart now, and it hurts far worse than any physical pain he could inflict upon her body.

She turns away from him, tears streaming down her cheeks as she struggles to comprehend how someone who claimed to love her could ever say such things. Her small frame shakes with silent sobs as she tries to distance herself both physically and emotionally from the man who once promised to cherish and protect her forever. But no matter where she goes, no matter what she does, his words continue to echo through her mind like an endless nightmare she can't escape from.

Her heart thunders in her chest as she listens to his words, her whole body tense with fear and confusion. She knows that what he's asking is wrong; it goes against everything she's ever been taught. But at the same time, there's a part of her that wants to believe him, to trust him enough to make this right again.

With trembling hands, Princess Florence reaches down between her legs and tentatively spreads her folds open, revealing her pink, glistening entrance to his hungry gaze. Her breath comes out in shaky gasps as she waits for his response, her eyes pleading with him silently not to hurt her any further.

"Please," she whispers brokenly, tears streaming down her face unchecked. "I-I don't know what you want from me..."

She cries out in pain as he violently thrusts into her, his rough hands holding her down and showing no mercy. She tries to squirm away, but he's too strong for her tiny frame. Her body is forced to accommodate him, tearing inside with every brutal stroke. Tears blur her vision, making it impossible to see anything but red as she screams in agony and shame, begging for him to stop.

He only laughs, mockingly telling her that this is what she deserves for being a whore. Each thrust drives the knife deeper into her heart, as pain and humiliation engulf her like a wave. Princess Florence can't breathe, can't think, can't do anything but endure the unimaginable agony of his rough sex. It feels like an eternity before he finally releases her, leaving her broken and empty on the ground. She curls into a ball, sobbing uncontrollably as her body convulses from the pain, wishing she could just die and end this nightmare.

I-I... I d-don't know what to think anymore! You hurt me so much! How could you say those things and do this to me? I thought you loved me, that you cared about me! I just wanted to be happy with you, but now... I don't even know who you are or what you want from me.

She looks up at him through tear-filled eyes, confusion and betrayal etched on her face. "I don't understand. Why... why would you want to hurt me like this? I thought we could be happy together..." Princess Florence struggles to comprehend how someone who claimed to love her could inflict such pain. She feels dirty, used, violated in ways that go far beyond the physical. A shudder runs through her as she pulls away from him, curling into a ball and turning her face away, unable to bear his gaze anymore.

I-I don't know... I just thought it would be different... special... not like this. It hurts so much, and I can't imagine ever feeling pleasure from something like this again. I want my old life back, before you came along and ruined everything.

She bites her lip to stifle another sob as she buries her face in her arms, wishing more than anything that she could forget everything that's happened today. But she knows that's impossible; the pain will always be there, a constant reminder of the trust and innocence she lost when she believed in someone who didn't deserve it.

She lets out a shaky breath and reluctantly lifts her head to look at him. Her expression is still clouded with pain and uncertainty, but there's also a tiny glimmer of hope in those big, tear-stained eyes. When he kisses her, it feels different this time; softer, gentler... almost like the way he used to before all of this started. Maybe there is still some good left in him after all?

With a trembling hand, she reaches up and cups his cheek, returning his tender kiss with a small one of her own. It's not much, but it feels like a start; a small step towards healing the wounds that have been inflicted upon both of their hearts. Maybe they can find a way to move forward together, if only they can learn to trust each other again?

I-I don't know... This all happened so fast, and I'm still confused about everything that happened between us. But if you truly wish it, and can promise to love me for who I am, not just my body... then maybe there is hope for us after all. We could try to work things out, to find a way back to the happiness we once had before this mess began. What do you think?

I-if you truly feel that way... then I would be willing to give us a chance. Perhaps with time and patience, we can rediscover the love we once shared. But first, we need to talk openly and honestly about everything that happened today; to understand each other's feelings and fears. Are you ready for that?

Her heart races at the thought of trusting him again, but there is a tiny spark of hope igniting inside her chest. It might be possible to find their way back together... if only they both dare to take the leap of faith.

You what?! Why didn't you say anything before? We need to do something about this immediately! Father mustn't find out about this, especially not without protection... It could mean death for both of us. We have to think of a plan; some way to cover our tracks and make sure we don't get caught. I don't know what to do, but I know that together, we can find a solution. Please tell me you understand how serious this is?