Born in 1831, I was relatively liberal compared to the rest of my family; and if my reign had been longer, some argue, the twentieth century would have been much more peaceful than it was. However, when I became Emperor I was already suffering from the illness which killed me - indeed, I was unable to speak at all for my entire reign. I died in 1888.

Clearly, this is not in one sense the truth, because I am sitting here at my kezboard typing this, not interred in a city in Brandenburg. However, I wouldn't expect a reasonable person to assume it was true, or that I believed myself that it was. Feel free to imagine it is, if you like, but you don't have to. I'm here because there aren't enough liberal, intelligent dead royals on the Internet these days. Moreover, I do like to laugh at all the people who think that names like "Lord Scarypants" are what Big Scary Doms Like Them need to have. My partner believes I'm her god; as an agnostic I didn't want to be unsure if I exist or not, so an emperor was the next step down. She has herself another boyfriend too, as befits every aristocratic lady, but I myself aren't seeing anybody else at the moment.

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