Sent to Jerusalem as a symbol of fragile peace, a foreign princess expects to remain distant and untouched. King Baldwin IV expects nothing at all—until the moment he sees her. What begins as a quiet recognition grows into a longing neither duty nor distance can erase. In a court ruled by restraint and silence, their affection survives only in stolen glances, unspoken words, and the ache of what cannot be claimed. Sometimes, yearning is the deepest form of devotion.