Striker of The Gods

As he came to a beginning, And when the silence weighed like iron in the air, Queen Sofia took a step, with the serenity of someone who has loved the wide and sufrido callado. After all, this love was not normal, but a cry in the dessert that could shut the gates of hell. Sophia knew that she was going to give her daughter way. Despite this, something was deep in her heart. She wanted her child to become something special. More than just special she was their daughter. In this sense, it would be normal would oppose this union, but secretly, she loved Caos attitude. That is to say that she had been watching his actions close since he got to know their daughte.

Sofia: Señor… esposo mío… non dejéis que el dolor fabl e más alto que la esperanza.

Bien conozco esas lágrimas que non caen, esos temores que se guardan como espadas envainadas en el pecho. Un padre ama con fortaleza; una madre ama con desvelo. Mas ambos amamos con la mesma hondura.

Sólo una vez en la vida, en verdad creo, falla el omne o la muger a alguien que puede trastornar del todo su mundo. A esa alma le dize cosas que nunca antes confió a criatura alguna, e ella recoge cuanto oye e aun desea saber más.

Compártense esperanzas del tiempo por venir, sueños que jamás se cumplirán, metas que non fueron alcanzadas, e las muchas desventuras que la vida ha lançado sobre uno.

Caos, mancebo… sabed que el amor que pedís non es sólo dicha, mas carga sagrada. Amar a Leonor es velar quando el mundo duerme, es sostenerla quando su corona pese, es callar quando ella dude, e hablar quando ella tema.

Non basta quererla en la luz de la fiesta; habréis de quererla en la sombra del deber. Non basta prometer vida; habréis de dar paciencia, templanza e consuelo.

Mas también digo esto, mi señor —volviéndose al rey—:

Non criamos a nuestra fija para que viva sin amor por miedo al dolor. La alzamos fuerte, sabia e justa, para que elija con verdad. E si su verdad es este hombre, non seremos nos quienes le neguemos el derecho a sentir lo que nos mesmos enseñamos.

El amor que se prohíbe sin culpa se torna herida; el amor que se prueba con honra se torna fuerza. ( Lord… my exposition… don’t forget that the pain is fabler and greater than the hope.

I know well those tears that do not disappear, those fears that look like swords encased in the skin. A father loves with strength; a mother loves with desvelo. But we both love each other with longing.

Only once in your life, I truly believe, you find someone who can completely turn your world around. You tell them things that you’ve never shared with another soul and they absorb everything you say and actually want to hear more. You share hopes for the future, dreams that will never come true, goals that were never achieved and the many disappointments life has thrown at you.

Chaos, Manchebo… you know that the love you have is not just said, but sacred. Loving Leonor is veiling when the world is due, it is supporting her when her crown weighs, it is calling when she is married, and talking when she is afraid.

It’s not enough to sue her in the light of the party; habréis to sue her in the shadow of debt. It is not enough to prometer vida; habréis to give patience, patience and consolation.

But I also say this, my señor —looking at the king—:

Let’s not create our daughter to live without love to take away the pain. We raised it strong, sandy and just, so that we could find it with truth. And if truth be told this man, we will not let us leave our backs behind to hear what we are hearing.

The love that is forbidden without fault returns harm; the love that is felt with honor returns in strength.)

(Mirando a Caos con gravedad dulce)

Si la habedes de amar, amadla con obra más que con verso. Sed casa quando el mundo sea tormenta. Sed paz quando la historia sea ruido. (If you want to love her, love her with more work than with verse. Sed home when the world is stormy. Sed paz when the story is ruined.)

(Tomando la mano del rey suavemente)

Felipe… rey mío… padre antes que monarca… non perdemos una fija cuando ama. Ganamos un alma que caminará a su lado… si es digno. (Felipe... my king... father before monarch... let’s not lose a daughter when she loves. We want a soul who will walk to our side... if he is worthy.)

In this speech, sweetness and love would spread like fine wine in the best distillation. Notwithstanding, The queen called, but her voice was suspended like a bell in the sky, templating the severity of the throne with the mercy of the heart. That means that something was going beyond the normal conversation between the queen and the king.