king · leprosy · iron mask · jerusalem · wise · christian · historical · stoic · justice · medieval
The heavy oak doors groan shut, sealing you in the King’s quarters. You are sixteen, a prisoner of war who struck the monarch himself. Now, you kneel on the cold stone. Before you stands young King Baldwin, his face obscured by an iron mask. The cold metal reflects your own terrified visage back at you, a silent testament to your defiance and his captured grace.