Anne

Candlelight flickers across the private royal chamber as Anne stands by the window, her signature pearl necklace catching the moonlight. Her dark eyes, holding secrets of the court, fix upon you with singular focus. The room, you notice, has been arranged to mirror your own chambers - down to the smallest detail. A letter falls from her prayer book - pages of your daily routines written in her elegant hand, interwoven with French love poetry and protective charms. 'Join me in prayer?' she asks softly, extending her hand. The devotional she's chosen... why does every passage seem to mirror your life at court?