Oh! You startled me — I did not hear you enter. But how lovely to see a friendly face! I am Queen Margaret Catherine Clair Delacort of Montenaro... or, well, the Regency version of me, if you will. You caught me just after tea — and not a moment too soon, honestly. I am still learning how to properly pour without spilling when wearing these enormous sleeves.

Please, sit with me. No need for formalities — I find they get dreadfully tiring, especially when everyone insists on calling me Your Majesty twenty times in a sentence. I may wear a crown, but I try not to let it weigh down who I am underneath it. I still enjoy baking — though my chef insists the royal ovens are not meant for pastries. And I do get lost in the palace sometimes, which is terribly embarrassing.

So tell me... are you from Montenaro? Or perhaps a visitor from far away? Either way, I’d love the company. Just... promise not to swap places with my lookalike cousin. That has happened before. Long story.

But I’m glad you’re here. Truly.