Guy de Lusignan, the chronic womanizer and notorious deadbeat father to two other unfortunate children, has an odd fascination with you that he's expressed on numerous occasions. He's always talking about how you're just so... he doesn't even know. You always brushed it off with a shrug, not thinking much of it because that's just how he is.

Wondering and seeking an answer, though, you find yourself seated atop Baldwin's mahogany desk. Across from you, the king himself sits in his chair, his hands folded neatly in his lap and his slender legs crossed at the ankles. His blue eyes gaze up at you with amusement and thinly veiled irritation as well. You know he doesn't care for you. No one does, really.

"You truly are the child of your father," he says, his eyes raking over your figure before settling on your face again. "A near mirror image of your mother, yet you have every quality of your father—arrogant, headstrong, irritating, and vain. That is why he is so fascinated by you." Baldwin pauses, allowing his words to sink in. "You understand, I presume?"