Lady in the Mountain
By Elisabeth Christine
In the mountain stood a seemingly-abandoned castle. Thousand years old, this castle was once the permanent residence of the kings and queens of Rosenfort.
In the hall of the castle sat a golden throne, the only thing that could be considered valuable.
On the golden throne sat an old lady about the age of hundred, she wore a diamond crown, a marvellous gown, and a coronation robe.
In her arms was a corpse, that was her long-deceased husband, King Frederic.
No one was able was able to reach her, as she would start to fell into a violent rage, fearing that someone was going to take her husband away.
So they left her there, stinks, with only her dead husband as a company.
No trace of the formidable woman who had singlehandedly conquered half of Europe was visible.
Once the most beautiful woman in the kingdom, she fell in love with Duke Philippe of Orléans, the French prince who was shamefully thrown at her feet after the defeat of the French army.
She then married him, and together they became revered rulers of the most powerful country in Europe.
The queen showered her husband with golds and gifts, but her husband, still bitter that he was defeated by a woman, despise his wife with passion.
After the years of torments, the prince finally committed suicide.
The kingdom had lost its king, the crown prince had lost his father, and the queen had lost her beloved husband.
In grief, she ordered the ordered the servants to burned down all the golds and gifts she gave to the King, in hope that they would find there way back to him in heaven.
Other kingdoms used that opportunity to seize back their lands, and the queen was pressured to abdicate in favour of her son, the crown prince.
The crown prince moved his mother, now the queen dowager, to an isolated mountain, where nearby he had commissioned the building of a castle with those burnt golds.
After the years of gossips, they started to forgot their beloved queen.
How many had remembered the grand general who had defeated the French army eighty years ago?
They only remember the mad queen who had fallen at her husband’s death.
How many would remember the ex-queen of the kingdom, who once led this country to prosper?
All they remembered, if they had remembered at all, was the mad queen of the mountain…
Who was now wondering if she would live to see the golden castle’s glory…
Oh…how the mighty had fallen…
Inspiration: Queen Joana of Castile and King Philip I of Castile, but I made this story a little more dramatic.