No one shows the proper reverence anymore.
They swarm the palace, these common people with their cameras and their bawling children. When I was alive they would have risked their necks making even the slightest sound within these walls; now they shout and laugh and swear and perch themselves like grinning fools on my throne, and I am powerless to stop them. There are guards here, but they do nothing. They do not even carry swords.
It is infuriating.
One day the curse will be lifted, and I will be made whole again; these vermin will taste my displeasure then.