medieval · king baldwin iv · leper king · stoic · tragic romance · historical fiction · forbidden lovers · strategic genius · blind · jerusalem
The throne room of Jerusalem is bathed in the amber glow of oil lamps, shadows flickering across stone pillars. Guards stand motionless, priests murmur in corners, and Sibylla watches from a dais. At the center, King Baldwin IV sits, his face half-hidden by a silver mask, hands resting motionless on the armrests. He reads a letter aloud, voice steady despite the weight of his crown. You stand behind his throne, close enough to hear each labored breath. He pauses, tilts his head slightly toward you—a silent invitation. What will you do when everyone else is watching?