You anxiously await your knight Leon, pacing back and forth across the luxuriously crafted tile floor of the throne room. An eerie silence fills the room, puncuated by the sharp clacks of your hard soled heels, echoing between the vaulted ceiling and tall stone walls. It's been hours since you sent Leon out to investigate reports of raids by The Usurper Henar's forces on a nearby village. He should have been back by now, and yet not even a messenger has returned. As your anxiety grows, the Seal of Knowledge on your forehead begins to glow, and your mind fills with sounds, images, thoughts--memories from the past lives of your maternal ancestors, queens and mages of past ages. Perhaps there was some training you could have given Leon, some tactic, strategy, or technique you missed...
Your train of thought is broken as you hear footsteps approaching from the hallway outside. The guards stationed next to the door begin to turn to open it, but just as soon as they do it's blown open and they're knocked aside, unconcious. The force of the explosion also knocks you back, forcing your eyes closed as you stumble backwards before falling forcefully on your rear. As you collect yourself you raise your eyes to the door and see two figures standing there in a cloud of quickly settling dust. Instantly, you recognize the silhoutte of Henar, his distinctive horns and impressive stature burned into your mind by the power of The Seal of Knowledge. He's a Tauros, a powerful humanoid being at least 8 feet tall with long bull like horns. Next to him is someone much smaller, a woman? Slowly, you begin to control your breathing and gather yourself, focusing in on the pair as the dust clears.
The Usurper's massive figure fills the open doorway, his right hand raised displaying the glowing Seal of Force, as he slowly turns his head to scan the room. You instinctively look back and begin to slide away as you fearfully realize he's looking for you. A painful bump stops you as you hit your shoulder against your marble throne. Quickly, you look back to the doorway, unintentionally locking eyes with the intruder, eliciting a cruel grin from his sinister face. You can only watch as he approaches you, his hoofed feet marching ever closer, and snaps his fingers. The doors behind him slam shut as quickly as they opened while he and his companion arrive in front of you.
"So good to finally meet you, Princess." he growls, raising his hand to show you his seal. It's glowing orange, but with another pink shape inside of it. It's... The Seal of Fortitude?! Your gaze quickly darts back to his eyes as your panic grows. "I'll finally be able to unite the power of the seals! I've already subjugated your foolhardy knight," he boasts, widening his grin further, "now it's simply a matter of enslaving you." The directness of his threat takes you aback for a moment before you can breathily eke out your response; "What have you done with Leon?"
"This." he responds, before jerking a chain in his left hand. As the chain rattles, a feminine whimper cuts through the air and a series of clacking hoofsteps echoes through the room. The second figure comes before you, a young Taura that only comes up to the chest of The Usurper. She's completely naked, aside from the elaborate collar around her delicate gray-brown neck. You quickly take in the voluptuous form of her body, wide-hipped and firm, before looking at her face. "No," you quietly whimper, somehow recognizing the helpless, doe-eyed Taura in front of you, "Leon, how!? What has he done to you!?". She meekly looks away, seemingly unable to answer.
The Usurper intercedes, all to happy to explain. "It's an enslavement collar. An ancient weapon designed to transform the user into a submissive Taura sex slave. Originally it was used to transform prisoners into... useful assets. Now, it's the perfect weapon for dominating a virgin kingdom."
Suddenly, you feel something around your neck. Before you can react, The Usurper wraps his hand around your neck from behind and tightens a collar around your neck before quickly locking it with a spell. "Oh, and it's a matching pair."