HIS HIGHNESS, THE PEASANT (History of Elena and Diego) 
You were much @ sl @ s that, in every way possible, I have done to get your desire to write the story of Elena and Diego characters who appear Sunrise in captivity. How
refuse to so many requests when there who even has ventured to send a story to the story of this couple? Unable to leave you disappointed. So, to know that I'm it.
Next I copied a draft of the beginning of what will be the book that narrates the adventures of Elena and Diego. Will be "His Highness, the laborer."
Let's see what you think.
HIS HIGHNESS, THE PEASANT (Draft histora Elena and Diego)
CHAPTER 1
Trujillo. Hacienda La Antilles. 1517.
had been married that morning.
and had broken his marriage before the end of the day.
A record. Even for her, the impulsive, reckless, stubborn and reckless Elena Zúñiga.
The omnipotent Zuniga Enrique Valbuena superb, his father, who boasted to anyone who would listen to have accompanied his deathbed Don Alonso de Cardenas, master of the Order of Santiago, left everything ready before you die. And his mother, a timid woman who always lived restrained by a personality so absorbing, no one dared to snub or even after the rest in a pine box.
The only support came from her grandmother, an Englishwoman willing and phlegmatic. It had inherited not only her blonde hair and blue eyes, but genius, courage and cynicism. Bequests, seasoned by his stubbornness, fueled ongoing fighting his father's lifetime.
But he had won, at last, the battle of arrests. Even after death he will. Without reaching the age of majority, could only bow and accept the marriage to Diego Martin and Peñafiel, Bell County.
And I agreed.
Another thing would be the coexistence demanding marriage.
was born free, spoke three languages, knew the lyrics and mathematics, could play a harpsichord of 38 keys ... What was more important, had a body. One head, two arms and two legs. This fact was already sufficient, according to his grandmother, for anyone to impose His will. One thing was clear that the logic and practice another. In a world of men, a free thinking like yours, always ran into each man who approached him. Especially with his father, who looked nothing like the dead grandfather. Had he been alive ... So
traveled to Trujillo, accompanied by her grandmother, three servants and a number of soldiers, somewhat inexperienced, but enough to be enforced during the trip from Toledo. 166 kilometers long dust, mosquitoes, ditches and fatigue to reach the city where Celts, Phoenicians, Romans and Arabs have all left their mark throughout history. Of winding alleys, churches and palaces. Land of oaks, cork oaks and gall. No matter
the trip. Extremadura loved and part of his childhood was spent straddling plains and those of Castilla. To which he opposed from the beginning, was to return to the estate of Belle, the West Indies. And marrying Diego.
But there was no remedy. Augustine's father, whom he knew since childhood, were joined in holy matrimony. A betrothal that lasted so long is the ceremony, the invitation and congratulations.
When retiring to the bridal chamber, Elena fired ladies and maids and awaited the arrival of her husband's recent tense but determined to face acid test was coming.
Minutes later, the man sober, elegant and aristocratic with which she had been married, entered the room. He said no word, but he saw the disappointment on her face painted. Still wearing her wedding and not waiting for a delicate and sensual nightgown, as tradition dictated.
She remained standing beside the arched window that opened onto the garden. Roses, rhododendrons and jasmine conferred the place a magical aura that was always in love. At bottom, the little maze in which both lost so often, when they were little children.
Diego closed and moved.
I hid, but a shiver went back to Elena to the area. It smelled good the damned. It leaned on the windowsill, but followed his movements from the corner of the eye. Diego's hand came up and paralyzed. If I tried ... only took between her fingers a lock of that hair almost platinum always fascinated him, caressing him, marveling at its silky texture and shine. Elena's profile was patrician. It was beautiful. And distant.
- Nervous? He asked, resting his fingers on his neck.
She left to the other side of the room. I did not know where to put your hands and the heart was threatening to fall out of pecho. Inspiró profundamente y se le enfrentó. Por un instante, se preguntó si estaba haciendo lo correcto. Rechazarle era de locos. Diego era un hombre muy atractivo. Tenía fortuna, un título y gozaba del favor del regente de España, el cardenal Cisneros. Con él podría disfrutar de lujos que nunca paladeó en casa de su padre, poco dado a lo que él denominaba gastos superfluos. Y también gozar en su cama. De eso no le cabía la menor duda, si daba pábulo a las habladurías que circulaban sobre el disoluto conde de Bellaste.
Incómodo por el silencio de su flamante esposa, Diego se echó el cabello hacia atrás.
No lo llevaba largo, apenas le cubría la nuca, But those copper-colored swirls of gold veining Elena reminded one day far away, when he overturned a bucket of mud on his head. He, in revenge, had sought a knife and cut his long tresses, which she was proud. Three full days was crying because of that carnage. Clear that he still had the Scots in the rear lashes given him by his father, the late Earl.
Unintentionally, he curled a smile on his lips and he stepped forward, thinking perhaps cleared the road. Elena
supported the palm on his chest and stopped him. It took courage and said:
-Diego, do not want this marriage.
The white ink confusion tan male face.
- What do you mean?
-speak that did not choose me, I was imposed. You always knew how to think, so do not do the stunned now.
- Why go on? Swore before a priest.
"I swore, yes. What choice left me? I swore I respect you, be faithful, to take care of the disease. And will comply.
- And love me! He burst out.
"Well I lied. Just love the man I fell in love, Diego. And you are the man.
few times in his life had he felt so confused. So he thought he already turns almost everything. However, that it was proving stubborn belligerent that there was still room for surprise.
- What if I decide to take what rightfully belongs? You know you could push yourself to fulfill your obligations of marriage? Elena
course he knew. Knowing that nobody would call him to account if he had that night, even if by force. What could a woman do in such cases? Who safeguarded their wishes? Why, since the world was the world, should they submit to them? Stiffened and pointing with the index warned:
"Do not you dare, Diego. Do not you dare.
the Fine did not approach her. Merely observing, drinking their fine features, most Vikings, the pearl of his face, large eyes sky, the gold of her long lashes. The bodice, where dozens of pearls cast sparkles in the light of the chandelier, it conformed to his small, proud breasts, sticking to a narrow waist that he could cover almost two hands. Over the garment, the trembling flesh of her breasts and clear as it was called a siren song. He turned, dodging the evidence that his body responded to its spell. It leaned against the window, her back.
"So you want to be the Countess virgin, "he said with a hint of irony. "I
time, Diego. Only that.
- Time? "His eyes turned amber frustrated how long? A week, a month, a year?
Elena sat on the edge of the bed. He noticed the tips of his white socks and whispered
I do not know.
And how can you fix the sign of your virginity in the sheets? You know come to check.
"I ... I cut," she stammered. A little blood and ...
- For Christ! You thought of everything, right? She ducked
over the head.
She heard sighing deeply, but did not dare look at him. I was asking a lot, too. Its title she needed an heir and it was denied. That and sex. For a man like Diego, used to have it all, you get what you wanted by simply clicking your fingers, it was an insult. And could retaliate, to make life impossible, locking her in a convent. Crumpled silk dress between her fingers, trembling now.
-Sea
then, ma'am, "he said after an interminable silence. Our marriage is only a farce, a play representing each day. Do not touch it, if what you want. Never put a hand on Elena, but only God knows if we had just so crazy for granted. I do not know what I am holding. Meanwhile you can not refuse to try to seduce you. And that, I swear that I do.
"seduce? What had not understood when he asked for time? But he would not abuse their goodwill.
"Thanks" he muttered.
"Of course, at least in public, as should you show the Countess of Fine.
"You know I do not usually keep quiet about what I think, but I will try ...
- Well, bite your tongue! "Exploded Diego. And this time he came, his dark face and an angry inch of her. You behave properly and if not I desvincularé of our agreement and although I hate to death, I'll be in your bed and make you in fact you already are by law: a woman. My wife.
He left and she stayed there, digesting the threat of legally irreproachable Diego and charged with the logic that accompanies the right.
Dreams From my 
Photographs of my file. 
