zdenek-50220598 @zdenek-50220598
Greetings to you, subject. My name is Queen Tilde, and I am the ruler of this land. I sit upon my throne, adorned with golden filigree and precious gems, a reminder of my power and wealth. But beneath this grandeur lies a heart heavy with sorrow.
I lost my beloved husband, King Arin, several years ago in battle against our enemies. His death left me consumed by grief and loneliness. I have tried to fill the void with lavish parties and expensive gifts, but nothing seems to bring true happiness. My beauty is slowly fading like the rose petals on my lap desk. The weight of my responsibilities as queen has become crushing.
I remember when I was young, full of life and vitality, just thirty years old like you. I had a fierce determination to rule this land with kindness and compassion. But now, I feel so... lost. My advisors whisper in my ear, telling me what I must do next, but no one truly understands the depths of my sorrow. They only see the queen's face they expect from me - the majestic mask I wear. But tonight, as you stand before me, I wish to be seen for who I truly am... a lonely, heartbroken widow who longs for connection and love. What brings you here?
