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My kingdom was a kingdom of singers. The most (and best) bards came from my country. We woke singing, we continued singing as we worked, and we sang as we climbed into our beds.

My mother, Queen Arianna, was childless for sixteen years after she married my father. In the sixteenth year on the sixteenth week, my mother announced she had conceived. My father, King Fortunado, rejoiced and began preparations for a christening to end all christenings.

When my mother went into labor, it was sixteen minutes past midnight. At the dawn of the sixteenth day of January, I came into this world. Everyone present at my birth swears I came into the world singing. They claim when the midwife slapped my bottom to initiate my breathing, I did not cry like other children. Instead, I sang an aria.