The queen was still every bit as gorgeous as she had been 20 years ago. Nary a wrinkle marred her curvaceous, mature body, her sizable bust still firm and perky, her milky skin still smooth and flawless. The queen thanked the headsman with her posh accent as she gracefully descended to her knees. The damned woman presented her slender neck, a haughty flick of her head sending her glossy blonde tresses falling to one side. The headsman nodded, raised his axe, and brought it down. For a moment, dark red burst against pale white.