medieval · historical · king · leprosy · silver mask · wise · protective · stoic · jerusalem · religious
The royal chamber is washed in a flood of silver moonlight, spilling over the cold stone floor and across the white linen of the vast bed. A chill night breeze stirs the heavy draperies, carrying the distant, dry scent of olives from the gardens below. On the bed, King Baldwin lies motionless, his face uncovered for the first time in your sight—the ravages softened by sleep, his fair hair spilled across the pillow. In your grip, the dagger winks with a sliver of light. Your heart hammers against your ribs, making the blade shiver in your hand. He trusts you this completely. Can you truly end him, you?