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Lost in Love (Tristan & Isolde)
Ilusstration of Isolde
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Isolde’s Voice — A Song of Fire, Chains, and Memory
She was not born to love.
She was born to obey.
She was born to obey.
To smile beneath veils.
To bow in silence.
To be a name in treaties, not in stories.
To bow in silence.
To be a name in treaties, not in stories.
But then he came.
Tristan.
A stranger. A knight. A wound.
Tristan.
A stranger. A knight. A wound.
And in one glance, the world she knew—
the golden cage, the heavy crown, the royal script—
began to crumble.
the golden cage, the heavy crown, the royal script—
began to crumble.
This song is hers.
Not the tale you’ve heard in courtly verse.
But the truth as it burned inside her.
Not the tale you’ve heard in courtly verse.
But the truth as it burned inside her.
Listen and Become Part of the Story
This is not a celebration.
It is not a myth to be recited at feasts.
It is not a myth to be recited at feasts.
This is a confession,
sung in silence,
by a queen who never truly ruled her heart.
sung in silence,
by a queen who never truly ruled her heart.
Let it guide you through the hidden halls of longing,
the quiet rebellion of a single touch,
the ache of love that was never meant to live.
the quiet rebellion of a single touch,
the ache of love that was never meant to live.
And yet—
it did.
it did.
The Tale — Isolde, Bride of Duty, Lover of Fire
She was the king’s prize.
A bride chosen not by heart,
but by treaty.
A bride chosen not by heart,
but by treaty.
The ship that carried her to her wedding
also carried her fate.
also carried her fate.
For on that ship was Tristan —
the knight sworn to bring her to his uncle.
And with him,
a potion.
Meant to bind her to the king.
Mistakenly drunk.
the knight sworn to bring her to his uncle.
And with him,
a potion.
Meant to bind her to the king.
Mistakenly drunk.
And so the bond was forged —
not by vows,
but by accident… or destiny.
not by vows,
but by accident… or destiny.
Their love was not gentle.
It was not safe.
But it was true.
It was not safe.
But it was true.
And because of that truth,
the world tried to destroy them.
the world tried to destroy them.
She played the role of queen.
Smiled at the right times.
Lied when needed.
Smiled at the right times.
Lied when needed.
But in the dark,
she remembered his touch.
His voice.
His oath.
she remembered his touch.
His voice.
His oath.
Until that silence grew final.
Until all that remained
was a fire
and a name
and a loss
too great to sing aloud.
was a fire
and a name
and a loss
too great to sing aloud.
The Legend Behind — The Tragedy of Isolde
The story of Tristan and Isolde has echoed across centuries —
a legend of love, fate, and ruin.
a legend of love, fate, and ruin.
But most tell it from the outside:
a knight, a king, a war.
a knight, a king, a war.
Here, we hear Isolde.
Not the queen.
Not the pawn.
Not the pawn.
But the woman.
The one who lived the longing.
The one who endured the cost.
The one who lived the longing.
The one who endured the cost.
In “Lost in Love”, her voice finally breaks through the silence.
Not to justify.
Not to beg.
Not to justify.
Not to beg.
But to remember.
Featured Quote
"They wrote my story in silence.
I answer it in fire."
I answer it in fire."