Portrait of a Queen in Transit

London blurs into Northumberland in streaks of steel and rainlight, but Samantha doesn’t. The Queen of Hearts rides the ordinary like it’s her private court—ruby latex catching the carriage glow, crown steady, legs crossed with unhurried authority. Her attention stays on her phone, calm and unreadable, while something more dangerous unfolds across the aisle: a stranger quietly stealing her silhouette into a sketchbook.

It’s the perfect clash—royalty dropped into commuter reality, desire disguised as observation, power dressed as poise. She doesn’t need to look up to be felt. In the hush between stations, she’s already the story… and someone, without permission, is making her immortal.