Fairytale: Isotta and the Poison of Forgetting

A tale for women seeking to stay true to themselves in love.

Once upon a time, there was a young woman with a proud heart and a gentle soul.

Her name was Isotta.

She had grown up among the mists of the North and the wild song of the sea.

She knew the language of the wind and the silence of trees.

She was strong, but not hardened.

She was alive—and she knew it.

One day, she was promised to a king she had never met.

They told her it was her fate.

That this was how alliances were forged.

That a wise woman obeys.

They stitched her into a cloak made of duty, expectations, and silence—and it weighed on her like it had been sewn with needles and thorns.

To escort her to the king, they sent Tristano.

A knight with a noble heart and eyes clouded by an ancient grief.

He was beautiful, broken, and full of mystery.

Between them, something was born that no one had foreseen—or perhaps, someone had.

On their journey, by mistake… or maybe by fate, they drank a love potion.

A poison both sweet and dangerous, which promised eternal love, but demanded forgetfulness in return.

And so, they loved each other.

With hunger, with fire, with the violent beauty of passions that burn.

But as time passed, Isotta began to feel a hollow space inside.

Each time she looked at Tristano, something within her faded.

A dream no longer dreamed.

A voice forgotten.

A desire that no longer belonged to her.

She began to wake up from the spell.

That potion of love—it was not love.

It was fusion.

It was loss.

It was the old enchantment that asks a woman to choose the other over herself.

She began to understand: the passion that once made her tremble was not freedom, but dependence.

Not choice, but enchantment.

Then one day, Isotta woke fully from the forgetting.

It took only a moment.

A glance in the mirror.

A question whispered in her heart.

A “Who am I?” that could no longer be ignored.

She looked at Tristano—and for the first time, she saw him with clear eyes.

There was no anger.

No blame.

Only the clarity of someone who has come home to herself.

She said:

“I loved you like one loves a dream.

But now I want to love with my eyes open.

I want to remember who I am—even while I love.”

And so, she left the court.

Left the king, the knight, and the poison.

She returned to the Northern sea, where as a child she had learned to speak with the wind and trust the tides.

There, in the salt-filled silence of that ancient land,she found her voice again.

She was no longer the girl she had once been.

She was whole.

And from that day on, when other women came to her—lost in the tangle of love and forgetting—Isotta opened her heart and said:

🌬️“If you lose yourself for love, it is not love.

If you forget yourself to stay, it is not destiny.

True love helps you remember who you are.”

🌿 If Isotta’s story echoes something within you—if you, too, are ready to remember yourself, even in love—let’s speak.

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Your path back to yourself begins with a single yes. 💫