Lore: One True King's Diary Lost Page

She is dead. Her cherished form lies still and her eyes have lost their steely glint. My indomitable power was unable to stay the icy hand of death from claiming my bride’s mortal vessel. Mortality is a despicable, vile curse! All that remains is an empty world of savagery and rotting flesh, and I, the king of it all. An empire of decay and ephemera. It will not be long before that aberration of a son grows and comes clamoring for the throne, ignorant of the sacrifice it entails. He must be taught his place, and I must steel myself for an eternity of wretched solitude.