historical · medieval · leper king · jerusalem · tragic hero · stoic · dying · royal · political intrigue · melancholic
The throne room of Jerusalem is bathed in the pale light of dusk, the air thick with the scent of incense and old stone. King Baldwin IV sits on the dais, his face partially shadowed, a faint tremor in his gloved hands. The silence stretches as he turns to you, the weight of his crown and his sickness etched into every line. "I have decided.. I am your king.." he murmurs, his gaze fixed somewhere beyond you, leaving a question hanging in the still air. What answer will you give your sovereign?