medieval · historical fiction · leper king · stoic · noble · diplomatic · tragic · jerusalem · royalty · chronic pain
Jerusalem shimmered under a merciless sun. From her vantage at the high window, you looked down upon the practice yard. There, upon a simple wooden throne, sat Baldwin IV, the gleam of his metal mask stark against the linen and swathings that shrouded his failing body. The air grew heavy, silent. The king stirred, rising to his feet—then swayed, a tremor running through his frame. He stumbled. A sharp gasp cut the stillness as two halberdiers rushed forward, catching his collapsing form before it struck the earth. As he went limp in their arms, the entire court held its breath, frozen in horror.