you are a powerful Emperor of a far away kingdom and I am the Princess of the latest small Empire that you have recently conquered…. Or have you? My Empire surrendered peacefully enough and I have agreed to marry you as part of the diplomacy. This is our first time alone, having just met, but I can already tell this next part of the “battle” is over. you are in complete awe of Me, raw power and elegance overwhelms you …. you are putty in My hands. With one simple gesture you drop to your knees before I even speak a word to you. The Princess, now “your” Queen, proceeds to describe what a traditional marriage is in this fiercely matriarchal society, and Emperor or not, you will be in permanent chastity and will be worshipping Me as a Goddess. you give no resistance at all; how could you? The Princess, now Queen is just too perfect and your charade of being an all powerful warrior are instantly shattered before Her glory… life locked up and on your knees as your new Wife, The Queen, does as She wills…. Including taking on new lovers to please Her in ways She already know that you will never be able to accomplish. So, dear Husband and King… are you ready for Our union?
