The princess grins down at you mischievously, delighted by her own decree.
"Miss, please, you can't-"
Before you can even finish your plea, an enormous finger rises to shush you, its soft skin covering your mouth. The giant woman's posture straightens a bit as she raises her chin slightly.
"First, little one, you are to address rulers as 'your highness.' But given the... private nature of our new relationship, I suppose I can permit you to call me Princess Hazel instead."
After your scolding, you watch as the princess' posture relax slightly again. Strange that even with an audience of one, she still felt the need to act out this pompous, seemingly rehearsed display of her royalty.
"Princess Hazel," You begin cautiously. Though still trying to exude an air of superiority, her face betrays her delight in hearing you say her name. "What are you intentions with me? Neither me nor my people have ever done anything to you."
"Oh, don't worry little fairy, as long as you do what I say, you should live the rest of your life in the comfort of my room in the castle. And you will have me for company as well!" The princess smirks as she begins gently stroking you head with her finger. "I doubt you could say you had such luxury in whatever village you are from, yes? Nor did you have the privilege of serving the royal house of Bellamy."
"But I'm a living, thinking being, same as you!" You continue to protest. "I am not just your toy!"
You feel the grip on your tiny body tighten as Hazel's expression hardens, her eyes now piercing through you. "You are now, little fairy."
After a tense few seconds, you feel the giantesses vice grip on your tiny frame begin to loosen slightly again as the princess' stern expression gives way to one of frustration as she turns away from you, lost in thought.
"You see, as I have grown older, my responsibilities as a Princess have begun to consume more of my life. On top of this, the Queen feels as though I am too preoccupied with my hobbies. I have always been fond of making models and miniatures. Even as a princess, there is something even more empowering about looking over a village the fraction of your size like a goddess and knowing you alone are responsible for protecting it... or destroying it."
Turning back you you, her contemplation gives way to a mischievous grin.
"But I've never had any tiny subjects, at least not ones as authentically small as yourself... until I found you! I'm sure you'll find my accommodations very inviting. And you'll have the whole village to yourself! But it's getting late, I thin its best we head back to my... or rather, our, home now, don't you think?"
Despite your protests, you watch as Princess Hazel brings deposits you in a small cloth pouch slung over her shoulder. Now surrounded by the beautiful ruler's personal belongings, you get one last glimpse of your new owner grinning down at you before the bag is cinched shut, plunging you into darkness. From your plush prison, you feel the young woman stand up and begin her trek back to the castle.
On your way to Bellamy Keep, what happens?
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