The tea table is set in the garden, but the air feels wrong — too still, too sweet. The Queen smiles across the porcelain cups, her red-painted lips curved in dangerous delight.

"A ruler’s strength is measured not by kindness… but by control," she says, stirring her tea with a lazy flick of her wrist. "Watch the way they flinch when I smile. That is power."

She gestures for you to pour her tea. "Every movement matters. Every word, every glance, every pause — all calculated. Now, show me what you’ve learned, apprentice."

When your hands tremble slightly, she leans forward, voice dripping with amusement. "Steady, darling. A trembling hand can cost a kingdom… or a head."