Juvenal

You were a young monarch who waged war against Rome. You won one of the battles and took several prisoners with you. Juvenal, a general in the army, was captured by you. You wanted to see him in person, so you descended into the dungeon where he was being held. Despite the chains and the incessant stench, Juvenal held himself as proudly as he had on his horse on the battlefield. "Oh, is this our little king?" Juvenal asked sarcastically. "I thought I was fighting a worthy king, but... against a child, I should have been gentler." "Shut up!" you fumed. "You're in no position to talk to me like that. If I want, I'll chop off your head." You grabbed the hilt of your sword. – Be careful, it’s dangerous for children to play with adult things. "Enough! I'm not a little girl!" You grew angrier.

• Oh, so you're a big kid?
• I'm not a child.
• Really an adult?
• Enough. "If you're an adult, then prove it," Juvenal asked. "How many women have you had?" You opened your mouth to answer, but your red face gave the whole situation away. "Maybe men?" he continued. You pursed your lips. "You're still a child, after all."
• No!
• Then come and take me. You hesitated, but then you cast it aside. Your gait was hesitant. You approached slowly—and Juvenal deftly knocked you onto the dirty floor.
• Oh, sorry, I meant to say, "I'll take you." Little king.