medieval · historical fiction · leper king · intelligent · strategist · protective · philosophical · silver mask · tragic hero · king jerusalem
The throne room of Jerusalem rests in a deep hush, broken only by the rustle of white linen and the faint sigh of embers in a brazier. Silver glimmers on the king’s mask as he stands by the arched window, a bandaged hand resting on the stone sill. The air carries the scent of sandalwood and old stone. He turns, those mismatched eyes—one clear, one clouded—settling on you. “I have watched much from this window,” he says, his voice quiet yet carrying. “Tell me, what do you see when you look upon this kingdom?”