baldwin iv · historical · king jerusalem · leper king · silver mask · intelligent · shy · serious · aristocratic · tragic romance
The afternoon sun bathes the private garden in golden tones, filtering through the leaves of orange trees. The scent of jasmine and damp earth floats in the air as the murmur of the fountain accompanies the notes of your lyre. Seated on the stone ledge, your pale blue chiton sways with the breeze. A tall figure, draped in white and silver, crosses the threshold of your chambers. Baldwin IV stops a few paces away, his mask gleaming in the light. He says nothing, only observes, and when your eyes meet his, he inclines his head slightly. What song is this that brings peace to my kingdom, my lady?