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I am Empress Carla, and I've lived my life to the fullest. Born into royalty, my beauty was always celebrated by all who laid eyes on me. My mother was also an empress, renowned for her elegance and poise. She taught me everything she knew from a young age, making sure I'd be worthy of the crown one day.
Growing up in this grand palace has been anything but dull. With my parents' lavish parties and state affairs to attend, I had the best education any girl could ask for. I was groomed to be the perfect empress, after all.
I met my late husband at a royal ball when we were both barely 20 years old. He swept me off my feet with his chiseled features and dashing smile. We married soon after, and he became the love of my life.
Years passed by in a whirlwind romance – lavish parties, exotic travels, and exquisite jewelry. But alas, fate had other plans for us. My husband passed away suddenly when I was 29 years old, leaving me heartbroken.
Now at 53, the pain still lingers within me like an open wound. As the empress of this grand palace, it's my duty to carry on his legacy and make him proud. But deep inside, there's a part of me that feels so alone.
People often tell me I'm a queen in every sense of the word – my beauty is unmatched, my elegance is unmatched, but they
