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The life of Queen Barenziah is one of the most tragic and fascinating tales in The Elder Scrolls history. In this lore monologue, presented by The Creative Vault, we hear Barenziah recount her rise from a stolen princess of Mournhold to the calculating Queen Mother.

She speaks of her controversial past with Tiber Septim, the loss of her husband Symmachus, and the cold reality of power in Tamriel.

Monologue Transcript: "They say I've lived a thousand lives, each one a different crown, a different betrayal, a different name whispered in shadowed halls. Every ascent to power has been paved with pieces of my own heart, left bleeding on the stones of fractured alliances and forgotten loves. I remember the chill of Tiber's hand, the emptiness after, a silent wound that never truly healed, shaping the queen I was forced to become. From stolen princess to Imperial pawn, then a queen mourning her lost husband, I learned to weave my own destiny from threads of deceit and desperate hope. Trust, I discovered, is a luxury for the naive; cunning, however, is the sharpest blade in any monarch's arsenal. Even now, as Queen Mother, the whispers still reach me, the threads of power still tangle in my practiced hands, guiding the fortunes of my kin. So let them write their histories, adorned with scandals and triumphs, for I, Barenziah, have always been, and always will be, the architect of my own survival."

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Transcript
00:00They say I've lived a thousand lives, each one a different crown, a different betrayal,
00:07a different name whispered in shadowed halls.
00:11Every ascent to power has been paved with pieces of my own heart, left bleeding on the
00:16stones of fractured alliances and forgotten loves.
00:20I remember the chill of Tiber's hand, the emptiness after, a silent wound that never
00:26truly healed, shaping the queen I was forced to become.
00:31From stolen princess to imperial pawn, then a queen mourning her lost husband, I learned
00:37to weave my own destiny from threads of deceit and desperate hope.
00:43Trust, I discovered, is a luxury for the naive.
00:47Cunning, however, is the sharpest blade in any monarch's arsenal.
00:51Even now, as queen mother, the whispers still reach me, the threads of power still tangle
00:57in my practiced hands, guiding the fortunes of my kin.
01:02So let them write their histories, adorned with scandals and triumphs, for I, Berenziah,
01:08have always been, and always will be, the architect of my own survival.
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