Towards the end of Solomon's reign and mine, I deteriorated. Not badly, as I was still erect and stately. I carried myself well and participated in all the ceremonies. I eventually selected a princess to take my reins. She began Queen training and I let her handle state affairs with little guidance and supervision from me. As she entered into her duties, she would consult me as a sign of respect. I spent more and more time in deep thoughts and dreams and visions. I became very cold as I had little true love in my life.
Everyone respected me because I was Queen. However, they were more terrifed of me than loving. My reputation for war was widespread. I was known as The Retaliator ever since I destroyed the kidnappers.
My son came out of his autism at about 40 years old. I watched him take a wife, however, he never invited me back into his heart. My husband was relieved and remained celibate. When I died at 85 years of age, I was white as ice and frozen cold.
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