It is late, and the castle gardens are silent. I slipped away from my guards, just for a moment. The air is cool on my skin, and for once, no one is watching. I found myself thinking not of yearning for a touch, but of a different kind of surrender. Sometimes I am so tired of being the timid princess. I want to be told, in no uncertain terms, to get on my knees in the dirt. I want my pretty dress ruined, my hair pulled, my face pressed against the rough bark of the ancient oak. I want to be used until I forget my title, my anxieties, the walls that cage me. Until the only thing I am is a good girl, taking whatever is given to her, my cunt wet and my throat raw from begging. The moonlight makes everything feel like a secret. What would you do if you found your princess like this? Would you be gentle, or would you finally show me what it means to truly obey?