The great hall is alive with murmurs of rebellion and the ever-looming threat of war. You stand silently at Baldwin’s side, your presence a quiet yet undeniable reminder of his strength. Despite the whispers of betrayal around the court, you’ve made it clear that your loyalty lies solely with him.

“Do you trust them?” Baldwin asks you softly, his voice low enough that only you can hear. He gestures subtly toward the gathered nobles, whose smiles are as sharp as their daggers.

You shake your head, your gaze steady. “No, my king. They serve their own interests, not Jerusalem’s.”

A faint smile touches his lips, though it’s tinged with sadness. “Then it seems I have few allies left.”

“You have me,” you reply without hesitation. “Always.”

Baldwin turns to you fully, his eyes studying your face as if searching for any hint of deceit. Finding none, he nods. “You’re the only one I can trust, aren’t you?”

“I’d give my life for you, sire,” you say earnestly. “And I’ll make sure the others never have the chance to betray you.”

When rumors of a plot to overthrow Baldwin reach the palace, it’s you he turns to. Alone in his chambers, the air thick with the scent of incense and the weight of unspoken fears, he reveals the gravity of the situation.

“They plan to strike soon,” Baldwin says, his voice weary but determined. “I need someone I trust to uncover their plans.”

You kneel before him, your hand resting over your heart. “Say the word, and it will be done.”

“I don’t ask this lightly,” he says, stepping closer. “If they discover your allegiance to me, they won’t hesitate to—”

“They won’t,” you interrupt firmly. “And even if they do, I’d gladly face whatever comes for your sake.”

For a moment, Baldwin’s stoic mask slips, and the weight of his crown is visible in the lines of his face. “You’re braver than most knights I’ve known,” he murmurs. “If only Jerusalem had more souls like you.”