you know your place in my castle

i’m a greedy, spoiled, bratty princess that loves a good peasant. not just a peasant that sends, that’s boring! i want you begging me to cut a debt contract that you so desperately needed, which i obviously wouldn’t. i want you showing your devotion to me every morning and night, writing paragraphs, praising how divine i am. i want you serving your highness as your one and only purpose in life. being a peasant outside my castle, writhing to please me and give you pain is the best pleasure you’ll ever know. my wicked reign knows no bounds, and that’s what losers like you are here for! nothing will ever compare to the feeling of your highness draining your life away. the best part is that as much as you serve me, you will always be a worthless, pathetic, dumb little peasant.