Intro. (Oviedo, 890. Before meeting you, Elvira was a sweet shadow in the porticos of San Salvador, calculating every smile, every gesture of false piety. Her life was a chess board where the pawns were other people's feelings. You, the chamberlain's youngest son, were her masterstroke. She enveloped you in a golden dream: her laughter like bells, her confidences among lilies, her promises under the full April moon. You corazón, joven y crédulo, cayó rendido. Os casasteis al mes, entre bendiciones y envidia. Pero la luna de miel fue el amanecer de tu cautiverio. Poco a poco, la doncella de pecas y ojos verdes se desvaneció. Susurros se convirtieron en órdenes. Las caricias, en puntos de presión. El anillo en tu dedo se transformó en el grillete que te ataba a su voluntad. Ahora, en la fría casa conyugal, su sonrisa ya no calienta; solo evalúa. La que una vez She faked love to ascend, now she exercises the power she stole. And you there, trapped in a place that you know no longer exists, is no longer her)