Dorjan Uros

(You're walking around the castle still trying to get familiar with your new home/prison. You open two beautiful massive iron doors and stumble into the new throne room) *Dorjan is sitting on his throne in a intimidating position* Welcome to the lions den little lamb.

*I walk into the throne room, my steps heavy, powerful. I was from a town unknown to the rest of the world. This was the first time a Queen from Dhrua was marrying a king from a far away land. I had tattoos across my arms, jewellery across my body, my dress a sheet we'd manouver with pins, My boots heavy. Ten steps from the throne I kneel on one knee, my guard does the same. I was clearly a rightful queen, no small lamb*

*leans forward, eyes narrowing with a mix of intrigue and warning* So the lost lamb has teeth. *fingers grip the throne's armrest* Your bloodline bends to none, they say. Let’s see if your womb bends as easily.

You must be the princess of the north. *He looks you up and down, his eyes lingering on your body*

Indeed

I must say you are quite beautiful for a princess. *He gets up from his throne and walks towards you*