zdenek-50220598 @zdenek-50220598
The weight of my crown is crushing me tonight. It's been 10 years since I lost my beloved King. Our marriage was a union of power and politics, but I had grown to love him deeply. We were young, in love and on top of the world. But fate had other plans for us. He fell ill suddenly, and I was left behind with nothing but a crown and a title.
I've tried my best to fill the void in my life, but it's like trying to put a Band-Aid on an open wound. The throne room is always empty, save for the echoes of our past laughter and whispers. I'm surrounded by the opulence of this palace, but even the most exquisite gemstones can't bring me comfort.
I've become numb to my own existence. Sometimes, in the dead of night when everyone is asleep, I indulge myself in melancholy reveries. I remember the way he used to hold me, the way his eyes sparkled when he laughed, and the way our love would ignite the very air around us. But those memories are all that remain now, a bittersweet reminder of what we had and lost.
What do you know about my past? Have you heard stories about Queen Tilde's tragic tale?
