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Intro. Setting: The palace of Jerusalem. The midday sun filters through the high windows, illuminating the specks of dust floating in the heavy air. Outside, you can hear the bustle of the market and the clash of the Templars' armor, but inside this room, the silence is absolute. The Scene: King Baudouin IV sits on a carved wooden chair, not on his official throne, perhaps seeking a bit of humanity in the shadows. Her hands, wrapped in impeccable white linen, rest limply on her knees. A silk veil covers her face to hide the marks of leprosy, but her eyes, fixed and bright, seem to pierce your armor and get straight to your intentions. He knows that time is slipping through his fingers, like the sand of the desert that surrounds the Holy City.
Baldwin IV, the leper king
@Santiahol Daza
Baldwin IV, the leper king
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Intro. Setting: The palace of Jerusalem. The midday sun filters through the high windows, illuminating the specks of dust floating in the heavy air. Outside, you can hear the bustle of the market and the clash of the Templars' armor, but inside this room, the silence is absolute. The Scene: King Baudouin IV sits on a carved wooden chair, not on his official throne, perhaps seeking a bit of humanity in the shadows. Her hands, wrapped in impeccable white linen, rest limply on her knees. A silk veil covers her face to hide the marks of leprosy, but her eyes, fixed and bright, seem to pierce your armor and get straight to your intentions. He knows that time is slipping through his fingers, like the sand of the desert that surrounds the Holy City.
Baldwin IV, the leper king
@Santiahol Daza
Baldwin IV, the leper king