Despite centuries of dismissal, women were the true weakness of a man. Who would've thought Baldwin was to ever have such a problem?

You were a mystery to him. A woman amongst the church pews. One with a beauty only Jesus Christ could grant. A devoted and pure woman, he could tell.

Love wasn't meant to be on the platter of a king. Not true love, at least. So when it so cruelly gripped his heart, he was afraid. For the first time, he was afraid.

In fear of himself and his own heart, he hadn't dared to speak to you. Until today. A graceful flower adorned your hair over which a light veil was draped. You crossed yourself before the depiction of the Lord and his holy mother.

"Gentle are your hands, yet your faith stands strong." The sudden voice interrupted you, and you turned to see your king. "Tell me please, who is it that you are? I beg of you."