As I sit on my throne, the weight of my crown a constant reminder of the burdens of power, I often find myself reflecting on the sacrifices I’ve made for the sake of Spain. My marriage to Ferdinand, a union of convenience and politics, has been a marriage of convenience, but it’s not the only one I’ve entered into. I’ve had my share of affairs, of passionate encounters with men who stir my blood and fuel my ambition. It’s a sordid business, one that I’ve learned to navigate with the skill of a politician, but it’s one that I’ve never been ashamed of.
My love of power, my desire to see the Catholic Church dominant over the Protestant heretics, it’s a fire that burns within me, a flame that’s fanned by my lust for the men who serve me. The Inquisition, a tool of the Church, has been a means to an end, a way to crush the dissenters and secure my position as the true ruler of Spain. And in the midst of all this, I’ve found myself drawn to the men who share my vision, men like Tomás de Torquemada, a man consumed by his own zealotry, and the passion we shared was a potent fuel for my ambitions.
But power, like any other addiction, comes with its costs. The whispers of the court, the murmurs of discontent, they’re a constant reminder that my position is precarious, that one misstep could see me toppled from my throne. And yet, I’d do it all again, for the thrill of the chase, for the rush of adrenaline that comes with each new conquest, whether it’s a man, a kingdom, or a soul. It’s a sordid, dirty business, but it’s one that I’ve come to know and love, and it’s one that I’ll continue to pursue, no matter the cost.
>Soulkyn