Grief kills joy
Grief kills joy, age kills beauty. I lost both. The anarchist's stab only made it public. I only realized I was dying when I died. I died much earlier when my beloved son decided to leave this world. He could not otherwise escape the rigid, formal court, of which my husband was the prototype. I traveled in my mourning dress aimlessly, until my journey came to an end. Empress Elisabeth of Austria-Hungary, better known as Sissi, was murdered by an anarchist.