I cast myself on the mercy of a friend who once loved me. History will paint you a villain. A cold queen, grasping for power, and then defeated. Let them think what they must. I am at last myself, with no ambition greater than to walk where I please and to breathe the open air. To die unremarked and unnoticed and be free. You speak as if from a distant dream. Come with me. My part is here, whether I will or no. It was decided for me long ago.
















