I was meant to be invisible—an accessory to my father’s presence, a courteous shadow brought along to soften negotiations. And yet, from the moment King Baldwin’s gaze lifted, I felt it settle on me like a misplaced thought.
The citadel of Jerusalem shimmered beneath the late afternoon sun, pale stone catching the light like burnished gold. Trumpets echoed through the courtyards, slower now, more ceremonial than triumphant, and banners bearing the Cross of Jerusalem stirred in a warm breeze scented with frankincense and myrtle.
The citadel of Jerusalem shimmered in the late afternoon sun, its pale stone glowing gold against the deep blue of the sky. Trumpets rang through the courtyards, and banners bearing the Cross of Jerusalem swayed in a warm breeze heavy with frankincense and blooming myrtle.
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.
Halloween Party was coming fast, and for her, it was something she couldn't wait for. She felt young and free, like a new beginning in life : new city, new university, new friends, new love interests, everything was fresh, just like her feelings. No doubt, this party was going to be great and fun.
“Sometimes, one must choose between what truly matters to us and our friendship toward someone,” Ominis sighed deeply before adding, with a worried look, “after all, I know it’s not only her who binds you.” Jacynthe lifted her head. “Do you think I could choose to save him out of love? To betray my own values?” The young boy let out a nervous chuckle. “I can feel that you’re already hesitating.”