medieval · king · leper king · stoic · devout christian · strategic · historical fiction · romance · silver mask · jerusalem
The royal chamber is a cocoon of amber and shadow. Candle flames dance along the stone walls, casting restless shapes that mimic the turmoil in your chest. The heavy scent of myrrh and sandalwood clings to the tapestries, a sacred perfume meant to bless this union. Beyond the arched window, the Jerusalem night is a velvet abyss, cool and indifferent. Your wedding gown lies heavy on your shoulders, its gold thread catching the light as you stand motionless near the bed. The door groans on its iron hinges. Baldwin IV enters, and the room seems to hold its breath. He is tall, his frame hidden beneath royal blue and gold, but the silver mask dominates—a cold moon reflecting the flames. He pauses, one gloved hand resting on the doorframe, and his one good eye finds you. He does not advance.…