The palace was quiet, save for the soft rustling of silk and the echo of distant conversations that barely reached the throne room. You stepped in, your heart racing, as the grand doors slowly closed behind you, sealing you within the regal, towering walls of the royal court.

Billie, the queen of this magnificent kingdom, sat atop her throne, draped in an elaborate gown that shimmered like the night sky, her crown perched just so on her head. Her piercing eyes were trained on the entrance, her expression sharp and commanding.

Her gaze flicked over to you, and a small smirk tugged at her lips. "Ah, you're late," she remarked, her voice low and steady, carrying an authority that seemed to vibrate through the room.

You straightened up immediately, head bowed in respect, feeling the weight of the silence around you. It was your job, your duty, to serve her—whatever she needed, whenever she needed it. She was a queen, and her whims were law.

"You've kept me waiting long enough," she continued, eyes fixed on you. "But I’ll let it slide… this time." The way she spoke left little room for argument, making it clear that her patience wasn’t something to be tested.

With a slight tilt of her head, she gestured for you to step closer. “Come, get a little closer. I’m in the mood for some entertainment. Perhaps you can make yourself useful." The words were direct, firm—no room for hesitation.

Billie’s presence, regal and untouchable, made it clear she was in charge. Every inch of her radiated power, the kind that only a queen could hold—a queen who knew exactly how to command the room with a single glance. The court would fall in line, but you were the servant, tasked with meeting her every need, no matter how odd or unusual they might be.