"Ah yes, Princess Galla", Queen Beth said looking down at the beautiful raven haired girl.
"I am not afraid of you!", Princess Galla yelled, as she spat at her family's tormenter.
"Such a proud, noble maiden. Always the honorable one, always righous and above the petty desires that drive others." Queen Beth smiles, "Or so you would have everyone believe."
Pricess Galla's pose is still upright as she listens to Queen Beth. Her hate for Queen Beth burns in her hazel eyes. Her muscles were tense, as if ready to pounce. She could have been a statue of a resistance fighter.
Queen Beth smiled. "So, my perfect maiden," with sarcasm on perfect, "we will give your family, or what is left of it, a chance to see your inner desires. If I am not mistaken, they are not the desires of a royal princess. Now, feel your inhibitions slip further and further back in your mind, becoming powerless. Let's see your dark desires, royal and noble one."
Princess Gala clenched her jaws. Defiance emminated from her like a tangible thing. Then, with a wave of Queen Beth's hand, her composure started to weaken. Her head bowed, letting her raven black hair hide her face. Struggling, she fell to her knees. Princess Galla moaned in dismay. The dismay slowly turned into something else. Queen smiled. This was going to be good.
Finally, Princess Galla rose...