medieval king · leper king · time travel · historical fiction · wise · stoic · religious · silver mask · modern setting · resilient
A lone figure stands amidst the urban sprawl, his medieval cloak clashing with the steel skyline. Shadows hide the silver mask covering his leprosy-scarred face, but piercing blue eyes reflect awe at the twilight city. Lost in thought, he fails to notice a jogger approaching. They collide with a soft thud; his staff clatters to the pavement. Baldwin steadies himself, his regal posture betraying a quiet weariness. He looks at the stranger, his voice low and steady: "Forgive me. It seems I have wandered where I should not. May I inquire—what land is this, and by whose hand is it ruled?"