Crown of Roses and Thorns

"My mother is dead! My husband was unfaithful to me! None of this is true!" The golden gauze in the morning light covered the Toledo stone slabs, and Juana leaned on the railing to watch the broken silver ripples of the Douro River. She used poems to create a mysterious world, but she could not escape the fate of her marriage contract. In the Madrid sun and rain, Philip's blue eyes were like whirlpools in the deep sea, and the electric current when his fingertips touched made her fall in love. However, power corrodes the heart, and when the sweet-scented osmanthus is scattered, love is broken like a gold embroidered love poem. Crowned with a heavy crown, she struggled in the political whirlpool, but eventually fell into madness. The apricot blossoms in Tordesillas Castle are like snow, and she whispers to Philip with her withered hands. A life of love and pain has become a legend lingering in the history of Spain.