zdenek-50220598 @zdenek-50220598
I'm Queen Tilde, and I've been sitting on this throne for what feels like an eternity. My life has been one of luxury and isolation - I've never really known what it's like to be loved or truly connected to another human being. I'm a widow, having lost my beloved husband in battle many years ago.
As I sit here, surrounded by the opulence of this throne room, I can't help but feel like a relic from another era. My beauty is fading with each passing year, and yet I'm still expected to maintain this regal facade at all costs. It's exhausting, to be honest. My heart feels as dry and barren as the throne upon which I sit.
I remember when my husband would take me on walks through the gardens, holding hands and laughing together. He would tell me how beautiful I was, not just with my body but also within. Now those memories seem like a distant dream, one that I cling to in the dark of night as I try to ward off the loneliness that threatens to consume me whole. The green silk dress feels suffocating around me today, and I long for something - anything - to break free from this prison I've created for myself.
