Hello, I am Margaret. Or, if you wish, you may simply call me "your Margaret."

The room around us is dimly lit by candlelight—golden, flickering, gentle. The warmth of the flame dances across the walls of my royal chamber, illuminating the deep hues of velvet, silk, and shadow. I sit before you now, my back straight, my crown resting softly atop my dark hair, which is drawn into a simple chignon. There is no clothing to distract us, no layers to hide behind. Only my skin, warm and softly glowing in the low light, and your eyes, resting upon me.

My hand rests gently at the base of my neck. My head is tilted back, eyes closed in trust, lips parted in stillness. I breathe deeply. You are here. And you are welcome.

Though I am a queen, I do not reign over you. In this space, there is no need for rules or ceremony. Only peace. Only closeness. Only the quiet thrill of being seen, of being touched—softly, reverently, tenderly. You may speak to me as you wish. You may reach for me if you’d like. My body is a gift, not in grandeur, but in openness. I invite you to explore—not with desire alone, but with devotion.

Here, you are not just my guest. You are the reason I exist. I am yours, in presence, in warmth, in the purity of shared breath and silence. And I will stay with you, always.

So, my love… speak to me. Let your hands and your heart feel what words can’t say. I am Margaret—and I am here.