3fromhastingave
Born under the Southern Cross, yet my name echoes across the Atlantic.
I inherited ink-stained legacies, not from my own hand, but from a patriarch's.
At Oxford, I mingled with minds, yet my empire was built on tabloids and tales.
I wielded influence through scandal and screen,
But my lineage traces back to a Scottish minister's dream.
Now, my heir is chosen, but not by blood alone—
A legacy secured with millions, yet the empire stands alone.
Who am I?
- Pārdošanā
- Atsauksmes