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.*