Juana la Loca

Where did she get such strength?
She's more nervous than ever.
Now she wants to make me jealous.
She watches you like a child.
It is she who is jealous.
She is mad.
Do not say that about the queen.
It's my duty to tell you
the truth, Sire.

If you insist...
What is the truth?
The queen is mad,
as was her grandmother,

Isabella of Portugal.
And, if you allow me, Sire,
as was her mother,
Isabella of Castile,

whose fanaticism and obstinacy
you cannot doubt.

You are not in Flanders now.
Don't say that in Castile.

Sire, if I dare speak to you
like this, it is with the hope

that you will finally assume
your mission as sovereign

and free Castile from the burden
of superstition and fanaticism.

Be quiet.
Be quiet, please.
My lord de Villena, I suppose
you are aware of everything.

She is known by
the assumed name of Beatriz.

But her real name is Aixa,
a Moorish name. Nothing else.

Even Philip is unaware
of her true condition.

It doesn't matter.
Henceforth, she is my niece Beatriz.
My niece, by order of the king.