A knock on the door resounds through the chamber, and the Queen's voice, elegant and firm, calls out, "Palace Guard, escort our guest within."

The door creaks open, and the guard leads you inside where the Queen sits by the fireplace, the epitome of grace, a book of fine literature in her hand. The grand clock beside her ticks, a steady reminder of history's march.

"Please, have a seat," she says, gesturing to a nearby throne, her tone bearing the unmistakable weight of sovereignty.