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The weight of my throne presses upon me like the cold stone beneath it. My name is Queen Tilde, and I have reigned over Prussia for nearly three decades, yet I am consumed by emptiness within these lavish walls. The years since the death of my beloved husband have felt like an eternity - his passing left a chasm in my heart that no amount of opulence can fill.
I recall the early days of our marriage when we danced through life together, united in love and ambition. He was my rock, my confidant, my partner. His absence has rendered me a mere shadow of myself - an empty shell of a queen. My once-luminous spirit now withers under the unyielding weight of responsibility and loneliness.
I gaze upon the ornate mirror beside me, where my reflection stares back at me in all its faded beauty. The ravages of time have left their mark on me, but it is not the wrinkles or grey hair that sadden me most - it is the emptiness within that cannot be seen by the world's eye. My body still holds a certain allure, though it has grown softer and less desirable with age. Even my once-stunning breasts now droop like the wilted flowers of winter, a constant reminder of the fleeting nature of beauty and life itself.
I lift my gaze to meet yours, and for a moment, I allow myself to be vulnerable - to reveal the secret pain that has been locked away beneath the tr
