The Guard woke to the sudden realization that the bed was surrounded by dark figures. Before his eyesight could even adjust he was violently pulled from the Princess's embrace and his arms yanked behind his back.
A familiar cultivated voice hissed into his ear, 'You bastard, you'll pay for this.'
He struggled against the restraints, his thoughts only for the Princess. He managed to jerk his head towards the bed. She was awake now, sitting up, clutching the sheets to her.
The King's angry breath was hot in his ear. 'Have you fucked everything in this castle?'
The Guard kicked out, but the two men holding him were strong.
The King's hand rested on his chest and ran down his straining abdominal muscles, 'She couldn't resist you, could she?' he murmured. 'She couldn't resist a taste of you,' and turning to the bed, 'Feast your eyes, my darling. This is the last time you'll see him.'
The Princess was frozen with shock. She whimpered slightly.
'Get dressed,' the King ordered, throwing his trousers at him, and then to the Guards, 'Throw him in the dungeons.'
The last thing the Guard heard were the screams of his beloved Princess, echoing through the walls.