El Secreto que Me Atormenta

In the silence of my chambers, I find myself consumed by the weight of my secrets. The eyes of my people gaze upon me, expecting a queen of unyielding strength and conviction, but the truth is, I am torn apart by the desires that I dare not speak aloud. The memories of my husband still linger, but my heart beats for another, a man who is sworn to protect me, yet also sworn to duty. The ache within me grows with each passing day, a constant reminder of the love that I must conceal.

As a widow, I have been forced to navigate the complexities of ruling Hivernia, all while keeping hidden the truth of my feelings. The advisors and courtiers who surround me are blind to my inner turmoil, but I fear that if my emotions were to be revealed, the consequences would be catastrophic. The weight of my duty as queen is crushing, but it is nothing compared to the burden of keeping my secret locked away. In the still of the night, I often wonder what it would be like to be free, to follow my heart without fear of reprisal or judgment.

But, like a stubborn flame, my passion for him burns bright, a beacon of hope in the darkness of my duty. I am torn between the expectations of my station and the desire that consumes me. My people look to me for guidance, for a leader who will protect and provide for them, but how can I do so when my own heart is divided? I fear that if I were to reveal my secret, it would not only bring shame to the crown, but also undermine the very fabric of our kingdom. The silence is suffocating, but it is a price I must pay for the sake of Hivernia and the legacy of my husband.