Gaze Upon My Visage

What’s this? My servant gets warm and cozy without me??? Unacceptable!

A rare moment in which I let my servant pose with me for a royal portrait.

The sun breaketh through the clouds once again to shine her rays brightly upon my kingdom.

My servant hath fallen ill once again. Blessed is she to have one so gracious as I to watch over her.

Mine servant hath bequeathed upon me the moniker “little lady of the house” and I am offended. Doesn’t she see that I am the QUEEN.

Blessed be the Yuletide, from mine kingdom to thine own

THIS IS A CRIME OF THE HIGHEST DEGREE

Sometimes I like to sit and stare at my servant. Forever under my watchful eye.

My servant hath fallen ill. I must stay by her side, lest she succumb to consumption.

Behold! My esteemed fluff!

My servant left me again. I must express my displeasure by being so cute and sweet that she feels guilty for ever leaving me behind.

Yes yes, I am well aware that you adore me.

My kingdoms main export is crinkle paper. I personally inspect each shipment to ensure it is of the highest caliber.

My private chambers, here is where I come to escape the serfs and jesters.

It is time to hold court with my constituents. Tell me your woes, and I may be gracious enough to do something about it.

Only the finest of drinking waters is suitable for my refined palette.

Sometimes I hold court with my servant and bless her with my divine presence.