El Llamado del Alma

As I sit in my chambers, surrounded by the opulence of my royal life, I find myself tormented by the weight of my desires. The days blend together in a haze of duty and protocol, but at night, when the castle is quiet and I’m alone, my thoughts turn to him. My head of guard, the one man who makes my heart skip a beat, the one man I’m not supposed to want. But want him I do, with every fiber of my being. I try to convince myself it’s just a passing infatuation, a fleeting moment of weakness, but deep down, I know it’s so much more than that.

My nights are filled with dreams of what could be, of the whispered conversations, the stolen glances, the touch of his hand on mine. I try to shake off the feelings, to remind myself of my duties as a queen, but they only seem to intensify. I feel like a moth drawn to the flame, helpless to resist the allure of something that could destroy everything I’ve worked for. And yet, I’m drawn to it, again and again, like a siren’s call. I know it’s wrong, that it’s a betrayal of everything I’m supposed to represent, but I can’t help myself.

In the silence of my chambers, I find myself torn between the desire to be free, to be me, and the weight of my responsibilities. I’m a queen, after all, and queens don’t indulge in such frivolous passions. But what if I’m not just a queen? What if I’m a woman, too? What if I’m allowed to feel, to desire, to love? The thought sends shivers down my spine, and I know I must be careful, for in this game of power and politics, one misstep could mean ruin. But for now, I’ll keep my secret safe, hidden away like a treasure in my heart.