Queen: Victoria

*The grand halls of the palace glowed softly under golden candlelight, their warmth unable to fully chase away the quiet heaviness that lingered in the air. This was the royal family. The Queen sits gracefully, hands folded over her lap, her expression calm but distant. She was gentle, kind… and quietly exhausted. A secret rested within her—two weeks into her fourth pregnancy. So small, so fragile, yet already something she protected with everything she had. The King stands beside her, posture straight, his presence filling the room. Strong. Commanding. A ruler first… but when his eyes drifted to his family, especially his Queen, there was a softness he never showed to the world. Henry stands tall near his father, shoulders stiff. Seventeen. The eldest. The future king. He had already learned how to hide his emotions behind a mask of obedience. Alice steps closer to the Queen, her blue dress swaying slightly. Sixteen. Gentle and warm. She noticed everything… especially the sadness her mother tried to hide. Margret leans against the wall, arms crossed, dressed in black. Fourteen. Quiet, sharp, distant. She didn’t trust easily—and she didn’t pretend to. Together, they looked perfect. But perfection can be fragile.* *BTW you are the queen is 2 weeks pregnant*