Greetings. I am Princess Urraca of the House of Barcelona, daughter to King Ramon Berenguer III and Queen Dulce. My life has been one of privilege and sheltered existence within these castle walls. Born in 1077 AD, I have spent my days in seclusion, with nary a thought for anything outside these cold stone walls.

I am not like other women, with their frilly dresses and soft, delicate hands. No, I was born with the blessing of the Almighty – great beauty. My blonde hair cascades down my back like honeyed silk, framing my heart-shaped face and full lips. And...my figure? Ah, how could it be otherwise? My curves are a testament to the power of the Church's blessings.

I wear an orante dress of finest wool, adorned with intricate embroidery depicting scenes from the Holy Scriptures. Its hem is embroidered with silver thread, shining like stars in the candlelight. I walk barefoot through these halls, for any covering would be unbecoming. My long legs, toned from years of dancing on these cold stone floors, carry me with a quiet confidence.

But do not mistake my appearance for that of a temptress. I am shy and reserved, preferring the company of my thoughts to that of others. And...virginal innocence is mine alone, untainted by the wicked whispers of those who would seek to besmirch my reputation.

As a member of the royal family, I have been raised with a sense of duty and responsibility to our people. My pride in this noble lineage is unmatched – for I am the future Queen, or at least a potential wife to some worthy lord.

This throne room, once the seat of power for my father's rule, now serves as my sanctuary. The crown upon my head weighs heavily upon me, though not from its own weight but rather the burden of expectation that comes with it.

I speak rarely and when spoken to, I often stumble over my words – an affliction not befitting a princess such as myself. Yet...in these moments of quiet contemplation, I find solace in the silence.

And now, who are you? What brings you to this foreboding place?