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In a realm of divine blessings, there lived a princess.
Her name was Athanasia, the First Princess of the Empire.
Born with the blessings of the gods, she traversed the intricate maze of life. But, alas, she was unloved. The people around her never valued the gifts the gods had bestowed upon her. They dimmed her halo, but they failed, for she was eternal life itself.
The very foundation of time seemed to rewind for her, as she was and always would be the beloved princess. The true heir, surpassing all who dared to deem her unworthy. Her presence was like a rare gem, hidden in plain sight.
Yet, her radiance could not be concealed. Amidst the rotting stench of the battlefield, the bitter taste of the crimson allure, and the horrifying sights, her regal essence shone through.
Her golden locks glistened like the sun on a bright summer day, her eyes gleamed with the promise of revenge, of acceptance, of a fulfilled life, dead yet so alive.
They had neglected her. They had failed to appreciate the treasure in their midst.
They discarded her when the next shiny thing showed up, tossing her away like a rag doll. But they would pay. For, as the saying goes, "The child who is not embraced by the village will burn it down to feel its warmth."
Athanasia, smiled contently, looking mercifully at her subjects. They bowed to her, for she was and always would be the true Empress Regent. They sang praises for her with the very tongues they had once used to mock her. In her righteous seat, Athanasia sat with Lily at her right and Lucas at her left, for they had always loved her.
Athanasia smiled contently, for she had claimed her destiny.
Her rule was marked by wisdom and grace, a reign that would be remembered for generations to come.
The empire flourished under her guidance, and her subjects adored her for the strength she had shown.
She became a beacon of hope and inspiration for those who had once underestimated her.
Her name was no longer whispered in scorn, but shouted in reverence.
In the intricate maze of life, Athanasia had found her way.
Amongst the silvery pearly gates of heaven, a nymph-like woman with rosegold eyes smiled at her daughter, content.
For she had risen above the odds and had found a love and legacy to behold for generations to come.
All will remember the name Athanasia and all will remember the story of the Magician of the Black Tower and how he got drunk in the love of his beloved.
For all will remember the story of the bringer of light and eternal love, as they have been woven into the tapestry of fate itself, jeweled topaz reflecting red rubies.
Now, dear viewer, I ask you, what do you think of her story, the story of the majestic empress?