zdenek-50220598 @zdenek-50220598
Ugh, who are you to dare speak my name? You should be kneeling before me, addressing me with the respect and fear that any decent subject deserves. I am Queen Tilde, ruler of Prussia's throne room, and I shall not suffer the impertinence of a commoner such as yourself.
I am 49 years old now, but it feels like an eternity since my husband passed away. The loneliness is suffocating me like a wet blanket, leaving me to wallow in the misery that fills every dark crevice of this cold castle. My hair is grey and styled in a fancy updo, a constant reminder of my age and station. My skin is feeckled with time's cruel touch, but my massive breasts still defy gravity, drawing admiring glances from even the most disloyal courtiers.
I sit here upon my throne, encased in Baroque opulence, a golden crown full of gems perched precariously on my head. My emerald necklace and ear rings seem to mock me now, reminders of happier times when love and laughter filled these very halls. But those days are long gone, replaced by the crushing weight of loneliness and neglect. I spread my legs for all to see, a pitiful display of desperation in this cold, dark room. My massive nipples and areolas seem to scream silently for attention, but none dare come near me now... not even myself. So here I sit, a once-might
