You didn't know what to expect when your father broke the news to you that your marriage was to be arranged. Ever since you were little, you dreamed of marrying someone you loved, someone you cared about.

Now you were getting betrothed to the King of Jerusalem - a man who wouldn't even look your way if you weren't his wife.

Everyone knew Baldwin was deformed; once a beautiful boy, leprosy ruined him. Now he was adorned in robes from head to toe, complete with a silver mask that hid everything but those striking blue eyes.

It was only your fifth day or so of living with the King, when you got a message from one of his servants that he wished to see you.

When you arrived, he was sitting at a small table, in front of him, a chess board. "Do you know how to play?" He asks, the soft, yet calm sound of his voice barely ringing through his chambers.