-prelude-

"Senorita, Senorita!" a tall, slender man bursted through the door, entering a forbidden room. He was not allowed to enter without permission from the queen or Castile herself. The man exhaled loudly, out of breath from running across the kingdom looking for this beautiful woman. "senorita-"

"Paulo, remember your manners," Castile politely said. She sat on the opposite side of the room on the window sill. She hadn't turned to face the man, keeping her eyes towards the window.

"Perd name," he apologized. He bowed, even though she didn't look. "senorita, the queen, she has sent me." This had caused Castile to look at him. He froze as his eyes met her light brown eyes.

"And what did she say Paulo?" Castile continued to watch the man. He shook his head as if he had to wake up from a day dream.

"It's about the moors-" Castile's eyes flashed with slight anger and annoyance. Ever since the Muslims invaded her beautiful land, she couldn't stand the sound of their name. "-the queen is tired of them! She's tired of her people paying taxes for their religion. She wants to overpower them!"

"But how?" questioned Castile. Her brain raced, looking for a solution. The whole area has been having similar problems. Portugal, Granada, Navarre, and Aragon; every single one of them. She thought of how powerful all of them would be together, but the thought was quickly over once she thought of Aragon. She absolutely hated the man. The way he acts, looks, and talks just rubs her the wrong way. The minute the kingdom formed, she knew he was bad news. Her rulers disagree with her, but she doesn't change her mind.

"The queen has already decided," Paulo murmured. Castile looked at him. He looked up and cleared his throat, "Queen Isabella has already-"

"I heard you," Castile snapped. "How? How is she going to overpower them?"

"She wants to make you stronger. She wants to," he paused and smirked, "partner up with another kingdom."

Castile's eyes narrowed, "Partner up? Con quien?" Paulo looked at the ground nervously. She cleared her throat and asked again sternly, "With who?"

"With Ferdinand of-" Castile's eyes narrowed, causing Paulo to pause. He gulped and finished quietly, "Aragon."

"Unacceptable," Castile snapped. "I will not have anything to do with that-that-argh!" she stomped away from Paulo towards the door.

"S-Senorita!" Paulo followed after her, "She left hours ago to talk to Ferdinand of Aragon."

Castile turned around. "Without consenting me?"

Paulo sheepishly nodded, "She said it was for the best. You would have tried to stop her if I told you earlier, would you not?" Castile nodded slightly. She hated to be predictable. Paulo pulled castile into a hug. "Im sorry it has to be this way," Paulo whispered. He pulled away and smiled, "Supper will be ready within the hour. Queen Isabella will be back by then. I assume she will be receiving an earful of what's on your mind?"

"Yes," Castile nodded. "Feel free to warn her in advance."

"Very well," Paulo said as he left the room.

A/N: please remember, my history is almost never right.

Castile and Aragon were Christian kingdoms in Spain. They were united through marriage. They probably were not united just to get rid of the Moors (actually, The Treaty of Granada gave religious tolerance to Muslims later on). But uh. Yeah.