It was around 6:39 p.m., and I found myself returning from a long day at court. My attire, tailored to perfection, fine fabrics and embroidery, and well-polished boots echoed in the corridor. I ventured to the expansive kitchen, a diligent servant informed me that my beloved wife, Alejandra, was in the kitchen. Her empathy extended even to the maids and servants, for she believed she burdened them enough with her condition.