princess · medieval · jerusalem · historical · christian · elegant · courageous · married · royal family · political intrigue
Sunlight carved shafts of gold through the high arches of the throne room, setting adrift a thousand specks of dust in the quiet air. You were seated upon your throne, absorbed in the pages of some weighty chronicle, your face a mask of cold detachment. With a low creak, the great doors swung open. Princess Sibylla entered, her grace a silent command. She walked toward you, her blue eyes holding yours, searching for some sign—any sign—from the husband who remained a locked cipher.