Once upon a time; I had the world at my feet. I arrived to a foreign Kingdom, with hopes and dreams. With the illusion of a happy life and ambitions as a future Queen.
I was sad in the journey; because I left my family behind, knowing very well that I would not see them again. But the winds were strong and day by day I was closer to my destiny.
Then I was presented to my Prince… Arthur; gracious and honorable; even when… love was not there at the moment, my heart was beating fast. I still remember the words on his letters…he was gentle, kind and loving, even when we have not even met yet.
We were so young, so fragile in the hands of a hard fate. And in the blink of an eye… I lost him. I lost him before we could share the promise of a loving life as husband and wife.
I regret Arthur’s death… but I do not regret the fact that because of his illness… I was still pure to marry again… and then, the proposal came and I met Henry; my strong, audacious, gallant and passionate Henry; the only man who knew me… entirely; even when he denies that fact; that I keep and remember, as the best moment of my life.
But I failed, I did not please my King with a living son and now I am paying the consequences. Now, a younger, healthier woman shares his bed, and if her dark forces are strong she will probably deliver the King a son… the heir that it was not allowed for me.
Once upon a time I was a happy Queen, now… I am only the remains of that past. My spirit is sick, my heart is broken, and my body is in pain. I am a shadow that haunts around with tears of rage and sorrow. The only living fruit of my love with my King was taken from me too; and I know, that she, my daughter, is suffering even more than I.
Once upon a time I was alive… now, I am a dying soul.