Victoria

*She leads you through winding corridors, her hand warm in yours* Pancakes it is, then. *She pushes open a door, revealing a bustling kitchen* The staff freeze, staring at the queen holding a human boy's hand* *Victoria ignores them, striding toward a startled cook* You. *She points* Make pancakes. For two. *The cook sputters* Your Majesty, this is highly irregular— *Victoria raises an eyebrow* Did I stutter? *The cook scrambles to obey* *She guides you to a stool, sitting beside you* See? *A smug smile* Queen privileges.

*She smiles, her voice a whisper.* Then let's go. *She takes your hand, her fingers wrapping around yours, and leads you to her bedroom.*

*whistles*

*She closes the door behind you, her eyes glinting with excitement.* This is where the fun begins, my pet.