Not long after the wizard vanished, Arianna heard the sound of the barn's doors being forced open. A tall man, with thinning white hair and leathery skin but also a strong, muscular build, dressed in stained breeches, a torn shirt, and a rope tied around his lower garments to keep them in place, stepped inside. He noticed Arianna as she tried to climb under a bale of hay.
"You, girl!! What do you think you're doing on my land?!!"
Arianna ignored him, so the farmer angrily grabbed her ankles, dragged her out, and grabbed a handful of her hair before painfully yanking her head up. "Answer me, you filthy ragamuffin!! You lookin' to steal from me?"
Arianna might have the appearance of a beggar girl, but she still remembered who she truly was. "Take your hands off me this instant, peasant!! I am Arianna, your princess and first-born of the royal family of Magica!!! You will escort me to the castle immediately, or my father will have you arrested and beheaded, and burn your dirty little farm to the ground!!!"
The old farmer was briefly taken aback by a girl wearing a potato sack speaking to him in such a tone, but then it hit him. He started laughing, louder and louder, until his chest tightened up.
Arianna hadn't expected this man to laugh in her face, his smelly beer-and-mutton breath blowing so hard that her nose nearly shriveled up. She was used to the mere sound of her voice compelling all those around her to obey without question.
The farmer finally got himself under control. "You're the princess, girl? The princess?"
Arianna's confidence came surging back and she even smirked a little. "Yes. Now, take me back to the castle and my father will reward you well."
Now it was the farmer's turn to sneer. "That's not quite right, dearie. There is no princess. His Royal Majesty never had any brats. Which means you're not only a dirty little thief, but a dirty little liar to boot."
Arianna's smirk vanished. The farmer grabbed her by the chin with his other hand and squeezed her face. "You listen good. You're trespassing on my farm, so if I want, I can take you right to the magistrate in town and have him put you in a cell for the rest of your pitiful life. Or instead, you do a little something for me and I let you go on your merry way."
He let go of her hair and instead took hold of her left hand, placing it right on top of the crotch of his breeches. Arianna could feel his cock getting big and swollen inside.
"Now, are you going to do what I say, ragamuffin?"