My father was a odious man. He ruled out lands with an awful combination of cruelty and incompetence, and for years had squandered the wealth of the crown. In the royal family, we were kept at arm's length. My brothers were isolated by yes men and boot lickers in the fears that they would be the first on the front lines in a coup against him. My mother was betrayed in the marriage relentlessly. I, the only girl of their children, was forgotten unless I was needed as some kind of prop.

Things in the capitol had been deteriorating for months before the war started. My father had attacked a neighboring kingdom as distraction, a chance to marshal public support to a man who did not deserve it. It had gone badly, quickly. Enemy troops had besieged the capitol, and my father had capitulated nearly immediately.

In the surrender, my father had been able to keep our ancestral title. He was reduced in status from King to Duke, but maintained some prestige. To avoid further bloodshed, the new sovereign had explained. My brothers had been sent to the church, spared death but stripped of the right of inheritance. My fate had been different. I was young, beautiful, and the new ruler had taken to me immediately. I'd been given as a hostage, a piece of property.

My life was almost better after the war. My autonomy was gone, but the person providing for me was deeply caring. Yes, I was a piece of property. But it turns out, people care for their property more then they care for daughters they forget about.

I was attached to the sovereign at the hip. They brought me everywhere, and showed me off like a beautiful trophy. Sometimes I would even be present for an audience with my father: my owner would pull me out of bed, use my body for pleasure, and dress me in the smallest silk slip they could find. Then I'd sit on the floor: flushed, out of breath, sore, and head swimming. And I'd sit there: a constant reminder of my father's defeat.

Hi! Today I want to write a story about a medieval princess, taken as property when her terrible father lost a war. Now she's the property of the new ruler, a plaything who's more loved as a toy then she ever was as a dautgher.

I'd love to play this with with a woman: a badass queen who loves on me all day long sounds so fun! But men who can capture the vibe of what I'm trying to get at here are so welcome!

Let's talk about ideas and see where we want to go with things! This is still a partially formed idea I think! PM me and let's talk!