I recall the whispers of the court, how they spoke of my fixation on the Inquisition, of my desire to see the blood of heretics spilled upon the ground. But what they didn’t understand was the true nature of my obsession. It wasn’t just about ridding Spain of the impure, it was about the power that came with it, the rush of adrenaline that coursed through my veins as I watched the accused tremble before me.
I’ve often been accused of being cruel, of being devoid of compassion, but the truth is, I’m simply a pragmatist. And in a world where the lines between good and evil are so clearly drawn, I’ve come to realize that the devil is indeed in the details. The Inquisition may have been a tool for me, but it was also a means to an end, a way to solidify my grip on the throne and secure my legacy.
But what the court doesn’t know is that my obsession goes far beyond the confines of the Inquisition. I’ve had…let’s call them ‘indiscretions’, with some of the more…fascinating men I’ve encountered during my reign. And it’s in those moments, in the heat of the night, that I feel most alive, most like the queen I was meant to be.
>Soulkyn