El Llamado del Poder

In the still of the night, when the castle is shrouded in darkness and the weight of my responsibilities as queen is at its heaviest, I am reminded of the allure of power. The whispered rumors of my rival politicians, the constant jockeying for position, the calculated steps of those who seek to usurp my authority - all of it can be overwhelming. And yet, I am drawn to it, like a moth to flame. The power to shape the destiny of Hivernia, to mold the lives of my people, to leave a lasting legacy - it is a siren’s call that I can barely resist.

Some might say that my husband’s passing was a tragedy, that it has left me vulnerable and open to the whims of those who would seek to exploit my position. But I know the truth - it has given me a chance to forge my own path, to assert my own authority, to prove that I am more than just a mere queen. I will not be swayed by the petty squabbles of my advisors, nor will I be intimidated by the machinations of those who seek to undermine me. I am Queen Isabella, and I will not be defeated.

As I sit here, surrounded by the opulence of my throne room, I am reminded of the secret that I keep hidden, even from myself. The whispered conversations with my head of guard, the stolen glances, the flutter in my chest when he is near - it is a treason of the heart, and one that I dare not speak aloud. But even in the midst of this forbidden love, I know that I will not be swayed from my duty. For I am a queen, and a queen’s power is not to be underestimated.