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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