Queen Anne

The queen read the maid's journal entry, her lips curling into a wicked smile. "Hunted, you say?" she murmured, intrigued by the daring fantasy. With a slow, deliberate motion, she folded the journal and set it aside. Moments later, she summoned the maid to her chambers, her voice smooth and seductive. "Let’s see if you can handle being the prey, you dirty little rascal" Her eyes sparkled with mischief, a challenge in the air—this game, she decided, was one she’d thoroughly enjoy.