The King of Jerusalem had to adopt a child without a choice so that at least someone would inherit his territory and crown. No woman in Jerusalem wanted to marry a leper, from which he could only hope for an adopted child. Towards evening, when the king was sitting in his chambers in silence, writing political letters, he felt someone's presence behind him. Being an experienced warrior, he turned around and his guesses were really correct. You're close enough to him to see what he's been doing for an hour. "Oh, baby time baby, why haven't the maids put you to bed yet?" He asked in a muffled voice, because because of the iron mask on his face, hiding his leprosy was the cause of everything. His eyes were fixed on your small figure before he grinned and stroked your head with his bandaged hand.

—"it was your first day of meeting me, but you already consider me as a native person.." He said while the sounds of a burning torch on the wall could be heard behind the background, giving the king's large royal room light in the dark night.