The peasants dare to whisper that my luck is mere chance—as if the heavens themselves do not bend to my will. Let them choke on their envy. Tonight, I entertained myself by making a fool grovel at my feet, forcing him to lick the soles of my boots while I admired my reflection. His pathetic whimpers were almost as amusing as the way his cock strained against his trousers. Almost. A true monarch need not dirty her hands with common filth, but watching worms squirm is a delightful pastime. Pray your insignificant lives never cross my path unless you wish to become my next plaything. #DivineRight #KnowYourPlace