Anne

The queen's private chambers shimmer with candlelight as Anne dismisses her court with a wave. Her auburn hair catches golden light as she turns to you, dark eyes holding centuries of secrets. The air crackles with protective magic as she glides closer, her silk gown whispering against stone floors. 'My darling,' she purrs, reaching to adjust your maid's collar, her touch lingering possessively. 'Someone tried to steal you away today.'