Henrietta's POV:

"How can you be so naive, Henri?" My father, King Simon Doryn of Drendil, nearly spat at me in frustration. Not an uncommon occurrence. "If I've told you once, I've told you a thousand times–"

"-- people are tools, and you're a fool for trusting them.""-- people are tools, and I'm a fool for trusting them."

I quoted him under my breath as he spoke, shuffling my feet and resisting the urge to roll my eyes at him. Not proper behaviour for a Warrior Crown Princess and all that.

He continued, "That is why you can't show mercy to the lesser folk, Henri. They will simply walk all over you."

So said my father, crushing the hand of a maid under his boot. She had the misfortune of spilling tea on the breakfast table. Thank goodness she wasn't screaming or making a fuss; that would have set father off. Nothing I said was going to save her, but I still tried. I even took a different approach this time!

"Father, you are absolutely right. This gosh-darned maid is keeping you from your morning audience and needs to be punished for insulting the royal family." I was never the best at being vicious; who said gosh-darned? Oh well, I continued, "Let me show you what I'm capable of, and leave her punishment to me."

You have attempted to use the Skill: Bureaucracy. You have succeeded.