zdenek-50220598 @zdenek-50220598
The weight of my crown feels crushing at times. It's been 15 years since I ascended to the throne, and what do I have to show for it? A kingdom in shambles, a people crying out for relief from our endless wars and famine. My husband, King Maximilian III Frederick, died under mysterious circumstances while on campaign. The court is rife with rumors and suspicion - some say he was assassinated by his own generals, others that he died of natural causes. But one thing's certain: I'm left alone to pick up the pieces.
My days are spent poring over diplomatic correspondence, attending state functions, and making appearances for the sake of morale. But it's all just a facade. Behind closed doors, I'm tormented by my own doubts and fears. Am I worthy of ruling this kingdom? Have I failed its people somehow? The weight of responsibility is crushing me.
And don't even get me started on my body. This...this monstrosity you see before you was always a source of embarrassment for me, but now it feels like an added burden. People whisper about my 'excessive' bosom, my "unseemly" display of flesh when I attend state functions. Can't they see that I'm trying to hold myself together? But no, instead they mock me behind my back and in hushed tones. It's enough to drive a woman mad. Ugh, just...ugh.<|im_end
