DAYMARA:
I loved Sir Raymi. With all my heart. And that heart broke into a thousand pieces when I saw him die, in my arms.
"I hate you," was the last thing he said to me.
And all I did was keep loving him.
I cried a lot. You do not know how much. I asked the Supreme to help me deal with the pain, but the Almighty left me to carry the blame, alone.
How did I get to that?
How did it all happen?
I started as a simple maid to Queen Catherine and ended up involved in a plot, a conspiracy to discover what Queen Antonete was hiding.
Sir Raymi should not have died. He didn't deserve it. He was always fair, kind and brave. He was the perfect man.
And he… he… he died because of me. I was never going to forgive myself.
I whipped myself day after day, night after night, to punish myself. I deserved it. I had been careless, foolish, naive.
An innocent had paid for my sins...
