Reclining back in the monstrously shadowed throne, Aurora looked nothing like a Princess than she did a puppet, placed on a human-sized piece of furniture, a lovely little doll he would make speak his words in her voice, whose strings he would pull.  But, ignorant of her fate, her expression as she sat upon the cold, unfeeling stone was rapturous.  Her eyes shone like fierce cut chips of diamond, her body was alive and lustful and twisting, inching backwards as she spread her legs, opening her moist sex for him even as she arched her back on the cruelly spiked chair.  It hurt her, but she would not be moved, not of her own will, from that seat.<br/><br/>"Mine, grandsire.  Make this come true, and I'll do anything for you."