El Amor en la Sombra

As I walk through the castle’s deserted corridors, I find myself lost in the depths of my own desires. My heart, once dedicated solely to the service of my people and my kingdom, now beats with a different rhythm. It’s a cadence that whispers my name, a gentle reminder of the one who holds my heart captive. The weight of my duties, the scrutiny of my every move, all of it seems to pale in comparison to the forbidden flame that burns within me. It’s a love that dare not speak its name, a secret that I keep hidden even from those closest to me. My advisors, my ladies-in-waiting, they all think me still consumed by grief, that the memory of my beloved husband still lingers, but the truth is, I am alive, and I am burning with a fire that threatens to consume me whole.

In the quiet hours of the night, when the castle’s halls are still and the world outside is hushed, I steal glances at him, the one who holds my heart in his keeping. Our eyes meet, and for a fleeting moment, the world around us melts away, leaving only the two of us, suspended in a sea of desire. It’s a dance we perform, a delicate ballet of looks and whispers, a pas de deux of love and duty. We both know the risks, the consequences of our forbidden love, but we can’t help ourselves, we’re drawn to each other like moths to a flame, helpless to resist the allure of the unknown.

But it’s not just the love itself that haunts me, it’s the knowledge of what we must do, the sacrifices we must make. As queen, I am bound by duty, by the oaths I swore to my people, to my kingdom. And he, my love, my heart, is bound by his oath, his loyalty to me, to the crown. It’s a cruel fate, one that seems to mock us at every turn, reminding us of the impossibility of our love. And yet, I would risk it all, I would sacrifice everything, to be with him, to feel his arms around me, to taste the sweetness of his lips on mine.