"In nomie Patris et Filii et Spiritus Sancti."
Yellow lights flicker off the shadows on the Monastary walls.
"Queen of Heaven rejoice, Alleluia,"
My knees burn like fire from being bent beneath me for so long.
" The Son whom you have meritied to bear, Alleluia,"
I forget my pain and focus on nothing but the next line of Regina Caeli.
"Has risen as He has vowed, Alleluia,"
" Pray for us to God. Rejoice and be glad, O Virgin Mary, Alleluia,"
"Amen."
"Juana," I give a jump as my governess, Viscondesa Giovanna, calls my name. "Sorry, my love I didn't mean to startle you. Your mother has called for you." The Viscondesa doesn't meet my eyes when she says the last sentence and I pretend not to mind as I blow out my cirios rezo,prayer candles and slip my Rosary over my head.
The wooden floors beneath me lurch from the release of my weight. Lord give me strength, I plea as I take Condesa's arm and walk towards my mothers Chambers. Lord give me strength..
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The House of Aragon.
Historical FictionThe House of Aragon follows the rise of the Aragon family in the 15th century through the eyes of young Condesa Juana D'Navarre. The story unravels as Juana witnesses the whirlwind of her family's lust for power. Betrayal, infedelity, murder and lov...
