I was born in a cradle of gold, and that was my curse since the beginning. Here I am, exiled and abandoned in my own kingdom; but from this window I can see the truth; there…the poor people, those who are always invisible for us, the rulers, the powerful. The modest people who are the true foundations of this realm; and the only ones with the pure spirit to love without greed and ambition.
They have few means and almost no fortune, and yet, you see them, side by side, the husband with the wife, taking care of each other, watching their children grow. All that joy based in misfortune… is a great lesson to learn.
I had all; gold, silver, rubies, tiaras and crowns; gowns and hundreds of servants. I also thought I had love… but in the end, I only had shining things and false smiles around me. I was so empty and when I noticed it was too late. I never had the love of my King, perhaps not even the love of my children. And I ask myself, it was my fault? Was I so… naïve, vain and proud that I did not care for the things that were important to keep myself and my kingdom in joy?
Probably my sister Catherine is asking the same to herself. Two Queens, two sisters… doomed by two cruel Kings; we gave them our hearts and they stole our souls. My poor sister, and ocean keeps us apart, we can not share our pain or wipe away our tears; life is cruel with us; so cruel.
