Her mysterious eyes, flowing black hair, she spoke a language I couldn't understand, and her wanton laughter echoed across the vast lake for a long time.
I can still vaguely hear her whispering in my ear: Never and ever, don't ask me my name and origin, because you won't believe it.
I think I'm in love with the devil.
I spent my whole life chasing her and using all my power to keep her.
Later generations called me "Mad King" Ludwig II.
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