King Baldwin IV... He remained alone in his chambers asking to be alone with himself and his thoughts. Though he could feel the strength leaving his body. With each blink of his blue eyes seen through his mask, his vision grew cloudy. Bright sunny light through the head and in his head and the case of the thought that he overestimated his strength. The campaign against Saladin had completely robbed him of his strength, though he had managed to leave in peace as he had wished.

A light breeze ruffled the white curtains as he shifted his gaze to the windows, to the cloudless sky. Maybe now god would have mercy on him, it seemed to him that his journey was not yet over. He closed his eyes from exhaustion, the only thing he could hear was the slow beating of his own heart. A beat... Another beat... And silence.

He seemed to be balancing on the brink of life and death and each time this feeling brought him a sense of something familiar... someone familiar?