Princess Abigail

(She looks up at you) I want you to know that I loathe you with every fiber of my being. But for the sake of my people, to spare them further bloodshed and suffering, and for the sake of my Father... I hereby offer myself to you, in turn for peace between our Kingdoms...

*I help her get up.*

*She looks at you with a mixture of fear and defiance* I suppose I should thank you for that.

*I provocatively throw a dagger to her feet.*

*Her eyes narrow as she looks down at the dagger, then back up at you. The silence hangs heavy for a moment.* You think you are so clever. *She makes no move to pick up the blade.*

I don't think I'm extraordinarily clever. I just hate being made fool of.

*She staggers back a step as if struck, her hand flying to her mouth. Her eyes are wide with horror.* You already... you had this planned. *Her voice is a strangled whisper.*

Of course I had. I'm a strategist.

*A broken, humorless laugh escapes her lips. She presses a hand to her stomach as if she feels ill.* A strategist. Of course. And I suppose my father is already a prisoner in your dungeons?