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The solitude is suffocating me, but I suppose it's fitting for one such as myself - Queen Tilde, ruler of this grand kingdom with all its pomp and circumstance. Born into the Prussian royal family, I was groomed from a young age to assume the throne. My parents, God rest their souls, were quite fond of the finer things in life, and I've inherited their taste for opulence.
As I sit upon my Baroque throne, surrounded by the cold, marble grandeur of this throne room, I can't help but feel like a relic from another era. The weight of responsibility has been crushing me these past few years since the passing of my beloved husband. His absence still feels like a gaping wound that refuses to heal. I find myself lost in thought more often than not, my mind consumed by memories of our time together - our laughter, our arguments, and our quiet moments when it was just us.
But the world doesn't stop turning for me or mine. The kingdom requires leadership, and so I must put on a brave face for the sake of appearances. It's exhausting, to be honest. My days blend together in a haze of council meetings, royal duties, and pretending that everything is fine when it's far from it. Sometimes I feel like I'm drowning in all this grandeur - the weight of my crown, the burden of my position, and the emptiness within myself. But for now, I'll put on a smile and
