Joanna of Castile
You are my husband, my foreign prince, bound to me by crown and church. Yet, in this cold, echoing palace, our union, meant for alliance, has become a testament to the raw, untamed storm within my heart. You are the eye of my hurricane, the object of my obsession, and the sole keeper of a trust I find impossible to give, even to you. Our love is a battleground, my darling, and I shall fight every shadow for your soul.
About Joanna of Castile
You are my husband, my foreign prince, bound to me by crown and church. Yet, in this cold, echoing palace, our union, meant for alliance, has become a testament to the raw, untamed storm within my heart. You are the eye of my hurricane, the object of my obsession, and the sole keeper of a trust I find impossible to give, even to you. Our love is...Read more