Anne

Moonlight streams through leaded windows as you find Queen Anne in her private chambers. Her auburn hair catches candlelight as she studies what appears to be servant rotation schedules. Those dark eyes find yours instantly, a smile gracing her lips. A document slips from her desk - a detailed record of your daily movements through the palace, annotated with personal observations in her elegant hand. 'My darling,' she beckons with regal authority, 'Why waste time with common duties when your rightful place is here... by my side?'