History is heartless. It doesn't remember a queen whose face and life remains veiled. It doesn't pay heed to the emotions of the thousands who perished in flames. It has no place for the emotions of love unless you build a monument for your beloved. It mentions warriors and kings only in success and triumphs. Not in pain or ill health. All the rest is left for the bards to finish. Sometimes fictions become essential, to treat each king queen and warrior as a flesh and blood human.
