#kingbaldwiniv

[zomnommbie]

Kingdom of Heaven but Baldwin is just wearing this the entire time:

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"King Baldwin was the most courteous, the most valiant, and the most virtuous prince ever known in the world. Although he was leprous, he did not for that reason cease to govern his kingdom wisely, and to make war on the Saracens, and to fight against them manfully, as though he had been sound in body."

Credits: Ambroise, Chronicle of the Third Crusade

[straziart]

King Baldwin IV, the Leper King

This was a lot of fun to work on. Originally I was going to draw him on a dark grey or brownish horse but then made it a dappled grey horse. The composition was originally going to be a lot lighter, taking place during the day time. However, as I progressed. I made the decision to make it a battle scene during a vibrant sunset.

This was a huge accomplishment. It was not long ago that I would've never even dreamed to draw a knight on a rearing horse portrait. But here we are.

Here is a close-up as well! Comments and critique appreciated.

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King Baldwin IV x Female Reader

Warning: Adolescent sex, oral sex, breeding kink

King Baldwin IV found himself in the present day and ended up in (Y/N)'s room by mistake. When (Y/N) saw him, she screamed in surprise.

"I-I apologize! I have no idea how I got here!" Baldwin exclaimed.

(Y/N) exclaimed, "How did you manage to arrive here?!"

King Baldwin IV protested, "I already mentioned, I have no idea!"

After calming down, (Y/N) observed the king closely and remarked, "I recognize you... You must be King Baldwin IV of Jerusalem."

"You are correct. How did you come to know that?" inquired King Baldwin IV.

"I am a fa-," (Y/N) stopped abruptly, looking away in embarrassment.

"Who might you be?" King Baldwin IV inquired of (Y/N).

"I'm (Y/N)," she responded.

"Ah, (Y/N), a unique name," King Baldwin IV said with a smile beneath his mask. He then glanced at (Y/N)'s clothing, "Your garments are quite revealing," he observed.

"I apologize, but this is my school uniform; I'm still a student," (Y/N) explained.

"So, you're saying you're young and still in school?" King Baldwin IV asked.

"Yes, exactly," (Y/N) confirmed.

"What's the current year?" he inquired.

"It's 2024," she answered.

"This must be the fashion for women in your era," King Baldwin IV mused.

"That's correct, but it's not universal for all women," she responded.

King Baldwin IV couldn't help but admire (Y/N)'s flawless legs peeking out from her very short plaid skirt.

(Y/N) blushed and pleaded, "Could you please not gaze at me like that."

"I-I'm sorry, it's just that I've never seen a woman dressed like this before, and, well, you're quite captivating," King Baldwin IV admitted, blushing beneath his mask.

"Are you hungry? Would you like something to eat?" (Y/N) inquired.

"I appreciate the offer," King Baldwin IV responded, unaware that deep down, he craved (Y/N).

As (Y/N) searched for food on her food cart by the side of her room, she leaned down, causing her short skirt to ride up, inadvertently exposing her white lace panties to King Baldwin IV.

King Baldwin IV gazed at her through her panties, studying the curves of her buttocks and the flawless, blushing skin of the back of her thighs. He also noticed a new sensation—he felt a hardening in his groin, a feeling he had never experienced before.

(Y/N) handed King Baldwin IV some chips and placed them on her bed. "Here you are, give these a try. They should satisfy your hunger. I'll be organizing things in my bag," she said, before sitting on the edge of her bed and reaching for her bag.

King Baldwin IV glanced at the chips on the bed, then watched (Y/N) as she settled down and began rummaging through her bag. He admired her shapely figure from behind, and in that moment, an idea sparked in his mind.

King Baldwin IV quickly sat beside (Y/N) on her bed, picked her up, and put her on his lap before starting to do what he wanted.

King Baldwin IV embraces (Y/N) from behind and then proceeds to inappropriately and forcefully touch her.

King Baldwin IV runs his hand delicately over (Y/N)'s panties, lifting her short skirt. His fingers move over her delicate area while she is still wearing her lace underwear. His gentle touch sends shivers down her spine, causing her to let out a moan.

"You are incredibly beautiful," King Baldwin IV murmurs in her ear. "You belong only to me..." he adds.

King Baldwin IV places his left hand on (Y/N)'s left breast, softly squeezing it with desire as he explores her bra and ample bosom. "I want you," he expresses, while his right hand continues to caress her over her panties.

(Y/N) submits to King Baldwin IV's advances without resistance.

He then examines her blouse, noticing her ample breasts pushing against the fabric. As he studies the design of the garment, he carefully unbuttons her top, revealing a delicate lace bra that conceals her rosy, blushing breasts.

"Why are you wearing that?" King Baldwin IV asked (Y/N), pointing to her bra. She blushed and didn't say anything.

"Anyway, it looks nice on you, but I want to see more," King Baldwin IV said, gently touching her big breasts, making her feel good before uncovering them slowly.

With her breasts uncovered, showing her pink nipples, King Baldwin IV carefully takes off his gloves and bandages from both hands.

"Stay calm, (Y/N)," he murmured to her while starting to uncover his hands.

(Y/N) observed his scarred hands from leprosy, but he was excited to cautiously touch her, a sensation he had never felt before.

King Baldwin IV begins to gently touch the aroused nipples of (Y/N) with his leprous fingers, exploring her feminine form as he admires her blushing breasts. He embraces (Y/N) from behind, leaving her unable to do anything but observe his actions.

Occasionally, he traced circles around her areola with his fingers, then he touched her nipples, sometimes giving them a gentle pinch, eliciting an aroused moan from (Y/N), a sound he found pleasure in hearing.

"I'm loving this," he whispered with desire in (Y/N)'s ear. "I'm glad I came here just for this."

"Baldwin..." (Y/N) said softly, blushing.

"I understand, you want more as well," King Baldwin IV said to (Y/N).

He became slightly forceful as he squeezed her breasts more firmly and alternately pinched her nipples.

(Y/N) had no choice but to surrender to the pleasure she was experiencing at that moment. King Baldwin IV also opted to take off his metal mask, exposing his scarred leprous face. This allowed him to kiss and lick the left side of (Y/N)'s neck while continuing to caress her breasts with desire.

Despite the king's appearance, (Y/N) took pleasure in the feel of his leprous fingers on her breasts and his lustful kisses on her neck.

While King Baldwin IV persistently caresses her charming breasts, he observes her immaculate white thighs and her lengthy legs adorned with extended lace white socks reaching her knees. His excitement grows at the prospect of exploring the lower regions of her feminine form. Additionally, he notices her overly short skirt, now revealing the lace panties he had touched earlier, fueling his eagerness to delve into her intimate womanhood.

With a swift motion, the king tore (Y/N)'s blouse, throwing it aside carelessly. Next, he struggled momentarily to unclasp her bra from behind, but quickly succeeded. Continuing his actions, he forcefully squeezed (Y/N)'s left breast with his left hand, while his right hand moved downward to her panties, where he aggressively fondled the fabric and scraped against her vagina.

(Y/N) feels both intense desire and passion simultaneously. She finds the words to express to the king, "Things are getting intense," while occasionally moaning.

In response, King Baldwin IV continues his sensual touches on her private areas, expressing that it's still not intense enough for him, "we're just getting started."

King Baldwin IV paused and motioned for (Y/N) to turn towards him, which she did. He gazed at her bare upper body, focusing on her breasts, before turning his attention to her beautiful face.

Meanwhile, (Y/N) looked at the king's scarred face without feeling repulsed.

"I believe I love you," King Baldwin IV confessed to (Y/N), leaving her stunned. Slowly, he leaned in and kissed her passionately on the lips.

Afterward, he glanced at her nipples and licked the left one, eliciting a gentle, vulnerable moan from her. Meanwhile, his other hand caressed her right breast as he continued to savor the other nipple.

Occasionally, he alternated between tasting her right and left breasts, taking turns to enjoy each one.

Then he kissed her passionately once more.

He then swapped positions with her as they continued kissing, before gently laying her down on her bed. (Y/N) now feels exposed and instinctively covers her breasts from the king.

King Baldwin IV chuckled at her vulnerability, but then his gaze shifted to her alluring thighs and the glimpse of her panties peeking out from her short skirt.

He chose to remove her short skirt and threw it aside, leaving her in only her lace panties and knee-high lace socks.

Then, he ran his leprous fingers over (Y/N)'s soft thighs, moving back and forth. Eventually, he lowered his head to her thighs, lustfully sniffing her left thigh while his left hand continued to caress her right thigh.

He allowed his sniffs to reach her panties, then paused to gaze at (Y/N) before proceeding. With their eyes locked, he softly kissed her panties and then gave her vagina a gentle peck.

Observing (Y/N)'s panties before him, King Baldwin IV remarked, "beautiful." He then planted loud kisses upon her vagina, even as she remained clothed in her underwear, prompting (Y/N) to release soft moans.

King Baldwin IV expressed his gratitude by saying, "Thank God..." while continuing to shower (Y/N)'s vagina with kisses to show his love for her.

The king paused briefly and gazed at (Y/N) once more. As he locked eyes with her, he subtly indicated that he desired to perform oral sex on her through her underwear.

He licked her underwear while she let out a gentle moan, then he licked her once more from below while gazing at her with desire.

"You taste amazing," King Baldwin IV said to (Y/N), as he kept licking her vagina, gradually becoming more assertive.

After a brief moment, King Baldwin IV rotated her body so that she was facing down on the bed. Now, he admired her pinkish-white and flawless buttocks, enhanced by the beauty of her panties from behind.

He was astonished by the beauty of (Y/N), even with her buttocks exposed. "By the heavens, I feel truly fortunate to witness such beauty," King Baldwin IV exclaimed as he gently ran his leprous hand over (Y/N)'s soft buttocks.

"Even this garment enhances your attractiveness," he remarked, referring to the laced panties she was wearing.

He used both hands to gently stroke both sides of (Y/N)'s flushed buttocks, appreciating their fullness. He even used his fingers to trace along the center of her buttocks, continuing down to provide another sensation of his touch to her vagina.

He playfully stimulated her there, applying a passionate touch to a specific area of her vagina. As it grew more intense, (Y/N) released a sultry moan, once again satisfying King Baldwin IV.

Following his exploration of her vagina, he opted to kiss the cheeks of her buttocks. With tenderness and affection, he placed a peck on the left buttock while gently caressing the right one, mirroring his actions with her breasts earlier. Occasionally, he alternated sides, kissing, licking, and tasting both her left and right buttocks.

"You're incredibly enticing," King Baldwin IV praised (Y/N), acknowledging her beauty and allure. "You must be an angel, perhaps even a goddess."

He then repositioned her to face him once more, while she remained lying on her bed with her breasts still exposed to him.

"I feel privileged to have experienced you," King Baldwin IV said, taking (Y/N)'s hand and tenderly kissing it, feeling as though he had fallen for her deeply.

"This is quite unexpected," (Y/N) responded, blushing and averting her gaze.

King Baldwin IV gently guides her head to meet his gaze. "I want you," he expressed before sharing another passionate kiss with her.

As their embrace continued, his lips journeyed downward until they reached her panties once more. This time, he slid her panties down her legs, all the way to her feet, and then discarded them. He marveled at the sight of her feminine intimate area.

(Y/N) purposefully crosses her legs to shield her vagina, but King Baldwin IV gently parts them to inspect her intimate area.

"Beautiful," he murmured upon seeing her vagina, a sight he never thought he would behold as a leper. He entertained the idea of engaging in intercourse with her.

King Baldwin IV slowly takes off his clothes, showing his leprous body underneath.

When he's fully naked, (Y/N) sees his scarred body but also notices his muscular shape, proof of his training as a king.

Looking downward, she observed his erect penis, while King Baldwin IV positioned himself to penetrate (Y/N).

He widened her legs without seeking consent, letting his penis graze against her vagina. With a back-and-forth motion, he waited for her vagina to become wet.

As (Y/N) grew wet and aroused, he readied his still erect penis to penetrate her vagina.

He inserts his penis into her opening and softly moves it back and forth. "This will stay with me forever," he whispers as he passionately moves inside her. It's an occurrence he never imagined he'd have as a leper.

Blood trickled from (Y/N)'s vagina, causing her to scream in pain, revealing that she was still a virgin, now no longer after King Baldwin IV.

"The most incredible sensation," he remarked, proud to have taken (Y/N)'s virginity and purity, becoming the first man to do so.

As King Baldwin IV's penis moves inside her, (Y/N) begins to appreciate his masculinity and feels pleasure. She gradually acknowledges that he is handsome despite his leprosy.

As they proceed, her moans intensify, adding to the passion of their lovemaking.

Feeling close to climax, he quickens the pace before pulling out and ejaculating onto (Y/N)'s breasts.

After this, he desires another round, reentering her and kissing her with lust, while aggressively squeezing her breasts and thrusting inside her.

Sharing a passionate encounter, he kissed (Y/N) while grinding his penis inside her vagina, experiencing the ultimate pleasure. As he neared climax, he decided to keep to himself the desire to ejaculate inside (Y/N).

And it occurred; he allowed himself to ejaculate inside her without withdrawing his penis. (Y/N) grew curious, but soon realized what had happened after a few moments. "I love you, I love you..." King Baldwin IV declared before kissing her passionately once more.

He then penetrated her once again, resuming his movements. After a while, another ejaculation occurred inside (Y/N).

Exhausted from their activity, the two lay side by side on the bed. King Baldwin IV grabbed a blanket from beneath them to cover them both. They lay naked, with (Y/N) resting her head on King Baldwin IV's sturdy chest, drifting off to sleep together in the afternoon.

-End-

[speef115]

Who wants me to write random King Baldwin IV x Reader Fanfic?

[speef115]

King Baldwin IV x Enemy Reader

Warning: Mention of blood

Characters: Some KoH characters

Added characters: Galram

Reader as (Y/N)

In the scorching heat of the desert, with sand swirling outside, the palace bustled with activity. King Baldwin IV sat deep in thought in his study, contemplating a potential threat from an unknown tribe or band of barbarians.

"My Lord, what troubles you?" Tiberias asked, his concern evident as he approached the king cautiously.

"Have you heard of a group or tribe causing havoc in neighboring kingdoms?" King Baldwin IV inquired.

"Sire, I never imagined such a tribe would resort to such actions," Tiberias replied, his forehead glistening with sweat.

Balian joined the conversation, remarking, "They appear to be ruthless and barbaric in their ways."

"It seems we must address this situation," King Baldwin IV said, rising from his chair as the two men stood by, ready to assist. "Do you know their leader?" he asked Balian gently.

"I believe he goes by the name Galram, and he has a formidable fighter by his side," Balian answered before Tiberias interjected.

"Perhaps it's his own assistant, Sire. We must consider their relationship," Tiberias suggested confidently.

As King Baldwin IV walked to the balcony, surveying the gardens and training grounds, he turned back to them. "Are you afraid to confront this fighter? He must be our primary target. But Tiberias, if it is indeed his personal assistant, what course of action should we take?"

A moment of silence passed before Tiberias proposed, "Should we attempt to lure him out?"

"How formidable are they?" the king mused, his curiosity evident.

Balian intervened, saying, "Let's observe their movements. We cannot allow them to destabilize Jerusalem."

With a thoughtful gaze out the window, King Baldwin IV decided, "Let's convene a meeting."

Later, in the courtroom, officials and knights gathered to discuss the threat posed by the unknown tribe.

Seated upon his throne, King Baldwin IV declares, "We are dedicated to safeguarding our realm. The word has reached neighboring settlements; they are fortifying their borders and scrutinizing every merchant's passage," His Majesty remarks, surveying his attentive audience of men.

Guy de Lusignan feigned interest from a distant corner but harbored a deep disdain for King Baldwin IV. Meanwhile, a messenger approached the King on his throne and delivered a letter from Tripoli. After King Baldwin IV opened and perused it, he addressed the assembled crowd.

"The vicious tribe is advancing towards our kingdom, posing a threat to our people. We must prepare and defend ourselves. Their plan involves targeting nearby merchants from other kingdoms and cities, intending to shift blame onto us. We must thwart their scheme before it unfolds," King Baldwin IV declared to his men.

"But, My Lord, there must be a reason behind their actions," Tiberias interjected, stepping closer to the King amidst the noisy crowd, where men voiced their own thoughts and concerns about the news.

Guy de Lusignan moved forward, positioning himself near Tiberias, and remarked, "They are a formidable tribe, possessing fighting skills unlike any we've encountered. Can you face them, Tiberias?" He cast a derisive smirk at Tiberias, who responded with a disappointed expression.

"We await orders from the King," Tiberias informed Guy de Lusignan.

Balian approached King Baldwin IV at the side of his throne, whispering respectfully, "Sire, what are your plans? They seem formidable in battle; we cannot afford to underestimate them."

Guy de Lusignan noticed the exchange and sneered at Balian. "Are you afraid of war, Balian? We must confront these foes; God wills it!" he protested, echoed by his men and the Templars, who cheered in agreement.

King Baldwin IV pondered for a moment, then raised his hand, signaling for silence. "We will confront them, ascertain their intentions, but we shall not initiate hostilities unless provoked," he declared, commanding the attention of all present. Rising from his throne, he was approached by Tiberias, who voiced his concern respectfully. "But, My Lord, if you venture forth, you risk your life," Tiberias stated earnestly.

"I do not seek war; I seek only to safeguard my people and understand our adversaries better. That is the least I can do. I will lead the army," King Baldwin IV assured Tiberias quietly before addressing his men. "Assemble the army!" he commanded, prompting cheers of excitement from the knights. Meanwhile, Guy de Lusignan wore a smug smile, casting a glance back at Tiberias and Balian.

After several hours of preparation, Balian waited outside the quarters of King Baldwin IV, clutching a rolled-up map in his hand, ready to brief the king once he emerged. "My Lord, I have information about this tribe," Balian announced respectfully as the king appeared.

"Please, come in," King Baldwin IV replied softly. Balian entered the quarters and found King Baldwin IV donning his distinctive great helm armor, adorned with a blue color scheme. Unrolling the map on the table, Balian indicated a direction. "They are advancing from this area, but it's likely they've dispersed their forces across other regions as well," he explained to the king.

"Where do you think their leader might be? Will they march with the main force or remain concealed within smaller groups?" King Baldwin IV inquired, gesturing towards the map.

"Honestly, I'm not certain," Balian admitted, feeling a tinge of embarrassment. "But I trust in your judgment. Wherever you lead us to confront them, we'll follow your orders," he assured King Baldwin IV.

"In that case, we'll confront them on their main force while ensuring our other units protect nearby regions within our territory. Remember, our aim is not to instigate conflict but to understand their intentions," King Baldwin IV instructed.

As Tiberias knocked and entered the quarters, he found Balian and the king preparing to depart. Observing King Baldwin IV's momentary stumble, Tiberias rushed to assist him, steadying the monarch.

"My Lord, your condition..." Tiberias expressed concern, still supporting the king.

"I can manage," King Baldwin IV reassured, regaining his balance and signaling readiness to his men.

"I will prepare your horse, My Lord," Tiberias offered before exiting the quarters to attend to the task.

In the dusty expanse, the vast force of Galram's tribe, also known as the barbarians, marched relentlessly. Cloaked in dark attire, predominantly black, they exuded an intimidating allure. Amidst the ranks of men, their bravery echoed in their fervent cries. Galram, mounted confidently atop his steed, led his army with pride, rallying his troops with impassioned shouts.

As they advanced towards the distant kingdom of Jerusalem, a silhouette emerged on the horizon—a looming army in their path. Galram signaled his men to halt, their momentum stilled by the sight before them. Drawing nearer, it became evident that it was King Baldwin IV's army.

Mounted upon his steed with unwavering authority, King Baldwin IV observed the approaching barbarians. His men advanced cautiously, their pace steady as they confronted the unfamiliar tribe.

As the two armies drew closer, the barbarians maintained an unsettling calmness, their gaze fixed upon Jerusalem's army. King Baldwin IV couldn't help but be surprised by their lack of aggression.

Riding forth alone to confront the king, Galram approached while King Baldwin IV was escorted by a contingent of wary knights. Upon seeing each other, King Baldwin IV took note of Galram's robust physique, his fiery red hair partially shorn, adorned with a neatly trimmed beard. Despite his handsome and rugged appearance, Galram's dark cloak exuded an aura of negative energy, hinting at the power wielded by him and his army. The king also spotted the faint outline of heavy weaponry concealed beneath Galram's attire.

"I'm surprised you're here to meet us," Galram remarked. "Consider yourself fortunate; now that you're here, we have no intention of attacking," he added.

King Baldwin IV, his eyebrow arching beneath his silver metal mask, remained curious about the unfolding situation. "State your purpose here," he replied, his tone resolute.

Galram smirked and let out a slight chuckle at the king's response. "Not as brave as you seem, are you?" he quipped, turning to his men with a knowing grin. "Did you see the look on his face?" he teased, eliciting laughter from the barbarians.

Returning his attention to the king, Galram continued to taunt, "Ah, yes, your face is hidden," he remarked, smirking once more. "Are you concealing a coward beneath that mask?" His words ignited further laughter among his followers.

The knights and soldiers of Jerusalem exchanged disappointed glances, but King Baldwin IV replied calmly, "Only God knows who among us is truly brave."

"Ei, you've got strong faith, brother. But not a strong body," Galram sneered, his laughter carrying a sinister edge. "Regardless, you seem curious about our... penchant for wreaking havoc on those who cross our path," he added.

"And what of your intentions towards my kingdom?" King Baldwin IV countered.

"One of your men killed my best friend," Galram replied bluntly. "I was told he hailed from Jerusalem, but we hold anyone accountable who crosses our path," he explained.

As Balian and Tiberias exchanged uneasy glances from their mounts, Balian leaned in to whisper, "Is this why no one stands beside him?"

Tiberias nodded in agreement, replying softly, "We can't be certain yet; we don't even know if it's true."

King Baldwin IV overheard their brief exchange but remained focused on Galram. "Is it revenge you seek? And who is this informant who claimed a man from Jerusalem was responsible?" the king inquired.

Galram's expression turned grave as he met King Baldwin IV's gaze. "Someone from your kingdom killed Agsel, my closest friend and ally," he revealed. "Though not the fiercest warrior, he lent invaluable support to my army. He possessed knowledge of tactics capable of toppling kingdoms such as yours," Galram explained, his words sending shockwaves through Jerusalem's army, including King Baldwin IV himself.

"As for the man you inquire about, his name is Reynald," Galram continued, dismounting from his horse and striding purposefully towards the opposing army of the king. His words sent shivers down the spines of Jerusalem's men.

Upon hearing this, King Baldwin IV realized that Reynald de Chatillon was indeed a traitor. As Galram drew nearer, the men of Jerusalem stood ready, their caution palpable.

"I apologize for his actions, but Reynald acted of his own accord. I have condemned him as a traitor to my kingdom," King Baldwin IV assured Galram firmly. Galram halted his advance and smirked once more. "If that is indeed the case, then I request a duel with your finest knight," he declared. The crowd was once again taken aback by his challenge, but Galram's men cheered eagerly in anticipation.

Guy de Lusignan, brimming with overbearing pride, surged forward on his horse, drawing near to the king. "Allow me to teach them a lesson, My Lord," he declared with unwavering confidence.

Balian and Tiberias exchanged disdainful glances at Guy de Lusignan's arrogance. Meanwhile, King Baldwin IV turned slightly towards Guy, his expression grave as he implored, "You must have your own motives for seeking this duel."

Guy dismissed the king's concern with a careless shrug. "I fear no challenge from these savages," he retorted dismissively. Galram, overhearing Guy's bravado, flashed a sinister smile in response. "He's eager for a fight!" Galram announced, prompting teasing laughter from his men directed at the opposing crowd. Some of Galram's warriors dismounted from their horses and closed in around their leader. Following suit, Guy de Lusignan also dismounted, making way for the impending duel in the center.

As Galram smiled and turned his back to the king, some of his men followed suit, revealing their comrades behind them. Among the throng of barbarians, a female warrior emerged, standing tall before striding towards Galram.

Beneath his mask, King Baldwin IV registered surprise at the unexpected sight, mirrored by the quiet shock etched on the faces of his men.

The girl bore striking red hair akin to Galram's, her beauty accentuated by her dark attire that seemed to exude a mysterious aura, contrasting with her courageous demeanor. King Baldwin IV found himself unable to look away, captivated by her presence.

Halting her approach, the girl caught Galram's attention, prompting him to move closer to her. Jerusalem's men watched on with bated breath, their curiosity piqued by the unfolding spectacle before them.

As Galram drew closer to the girl, the resemblance between them became unmistakable, evident even to the onlooking soldiers of Jerusalem. While it appeared to be his sister to Galram, King Baldwin IV's men still awaited confirmation. Yet, to Galram, she was undoubtedly his courageous younger sibling.

Reaching behind him, Galram retrieved a weapon and handed it to his sister, whispering, "End him," referring to Guy de Lusignan. The girl's gaze fixed solemnly on the king from a distance, accepting the blade without a word to her brother.

Observing this exchange with keen interest, Balian and Tiberias approached the king respectfully, still mounted on their horses. Tiberias leaned in to whisper, "My Lord, do you perceive what I do?"

King Baldwin IV considered the question, then responded, "You're suggesting she's the warrior? Or perhaps, the assistant?" he surmised.

"They must be kin," Balian added. King Baldwin IV nodded in agreement. "Their resemblance is striking, and both exhibit bravery in their own unique manner," he concluded.

As Guy de Lusignan observed the unfolding scene, a smirk of derision crossed his lips, as though mocking the idea of facing off against a woman. Galram's men created a ring around Guy and the girl, providing them with space for their duel. As the girl approached the designated area, the two adversaries squared off, their tension palpable.

"I hope you'll have the pleasure of motherhood and the wisdom of age after this," Guy jeered at the girl, his words laced with insult.

Undaunted, the brave girl met his gaze with steely determination and retorted, "I hope you'll still possess the valor of a knight and endure the responsibilities of a husband after this battle. But mark my words, you'll never see the light of day again." Her bold response resonated with a sense of unwavering resolve.

King Baldwin IV watched from a safe distance alongside his men, his attention captured by the exchange. Despite his attempts to maintain a serious demeanor, he couldn't help but feel moved by the girl's courage. Amidst the anticipation of the impending duel, he found himself grappling with conflicting emotions, perhaps harboring a newfound admiration for the girl he had only just encountered.

As the duel commenced, it became increasingly apparent to King Baldwin IV's men that the girl possessed not only bravery but also striking beauty. They couldn't help but ponder why such a lovely woman would choose to engage in battle.

With anticipation and nervousness mounting on both sides, Guy de Lusignan charged towards the girl, brandishing his sword proudly. However, she remained composed, standing her ground and awaiting his approach.

As Guy lunged forward to strike, the girl deftly sidestepped his attack, disarming him with precision. With a swift motion, she wielded the blade given to her by Galram, delivering a decisive blow to Guy's forearm, eliciting a cry of pain from him. The sight shocked King Baldwin IV's army, while the barbarians erupted in triumphant cheers.

Undeterred by Guy's anguish, the girl swiftly seized a small pin and expertly drove it into his groin, inflicting another wave of excruciating pain. Witnessing this brutal act, Jerusalem's soldiers realized the true nature of this tribe's ferocity.

As Guy crumpled to the ground, weakened by his injuries, the girl poised her blade once more. With a calculated strike, she inflicted a final, devastating blow, slicing through his eyes and leaving him blinded for life. Guy's anguished screams filled the air, a grim testament to the merciless brutality of the duel's outcome.

In the aftermath of the brutal duel, the girl gazed stoically at Guy, her features stained with his blood. Her brother, Galram, observing the scene unfold, hastened to her side.

Approaching her, Galram urged, "Finish him!" But the girl remained unmoved, her expression devoid of emotion.

The soldiers of King Baldwin IV's army felt a chill run down their spines as they witnessed the girl's cold demeanor and the agony of Guy de Lusignan's cries.

Finally, in response to her brother's command, she spoke, her voice cutting through the tense silence. "Brother, it would be far too mundane to end him swiftly," her words reverberated through both crowds.

King Baldwin IV and his men exchanged knowing glances, confirming the sibling relationship between the girl and Galram, as well as their unflinching resolve.

As some of the knights rushed to aid Guy de Lusignan, the severity of his wounds became evident, his body drenched in blood. Meanwhile, the red-haired siblings watched dispassionately as Guy was carried away for medical treatment.

Approaching the king, but maintaining a cautious distance, Galram spoke, his tone tinged with resignation. "It seems the outcome is clear. We have no choice but to advance upon your kingdom."

Balian and Tiberias tightened their grip on their swords, prepared to defend King Baldwin IV, but the king raised a reassuring hand.

"I assure you, regardless of the duel's outcome, we bear no responsibility for your friend's death," King Baldwin IV replied calmly.

Galram's expression soured in disappointment. "But that was the purpose of this duel. With the possibility of my sister defeating your knights, we have no recourse but to take action against your kingdom," he lamented.

"Brother!" The girl interjected, her voice cutting through the tension as she approached Galram, drawing the attention of both armies, especially King Baldwin IV.

"That's enough. He speaks the truth," she asserted, addressing her brother before casting a glance at the king. In return, King Baldwin IV offered a grateful look, silently appreciating her intervention.

"Why do you believe him, (Y/N)?" Galram inquired of his sister.

"I can see it in his eyes. I feel it," she replied with certainty. King Baldwin IV exchanged another grateful glance with her, quietly acknowledging her discernment and hiding his satisfaction upon hearing her name mentioned by Galram.

Galram's expression darkened with dissatisfaction, though he understood the necessity of trusting his sister's judgment. "What will come of this, then?" he challenged the king, his tone tinged with defiance.

"Reynald de Chatillon will face justice, I assure you," King Baldwin IV declared with unwavering resolve, offering a reassuring glance to the siblings. Meanwhile, (Y/N) nodded respectfully in agreement, her countenance still cloaked in the aftermath of battle, marked by streaks of blood.

Turning to his sister, Galram questioned, "Then why did you agree to duel with that knight earlier?"

"Because he is Reynald's ally, I could sense it," (Y/N) replied calmly, her words carrying a weight of certainty that Galram trusted implicitly.

Observing this exchange, King Baldwin IV found himself acknowledging (Y/N)'s intuition, despite not fully knowing her yet.

"Very well," Galram conceded, offering a nod of begrudging respect to the king before departing. In contrast, (Y/N) cast one final glance toward King Baldwin IV and his men before following her brother.

As Galram signaled for his horse and (Y/N) called hers, the siblings mounted up, preparing to leave the scene. King Baldwin IV and his army watched in silence as they gradually faded into the distance, leaving behind an air of uncertainty.

Balian spoke up, breaking the silence. "This meeting took an unexpected turn, Sire."

King Baldwin IV turned to Balian with a thoughtful expression. "Indeed, but I look forward to our next encounter."

"But My Lord, they are ruthless. And how do you feel after witnessing the duel?" Tiberias inquired.

"She displayed remarkable bravery, and her prowess is undeniable. While it may appear ruthless to some, I am relieved, for I have long suspected Guy de Lusignan's treachery," King Baldwin IV replied, his tone reflecting a mix of admiration and resolve.

Balian and Tiberias nodded in agreement with the king's response. "We must return to Jerusalem and address the events that unfolded today. Guy de Lusignan will face the consequences of his actions once he has recovered," King Baldwin IV declared, his voice firm with resolve as the army began preparations to march back to the safety of Jerusalem.

After returning to the palace, King Baldwin IV retired to his chambers, his mind consumed by thoughts of (Y/N). He couldn't shake the memory of her unwavering resolve and striking presence on the battlefield. Despite the chaos and bloodshed, there was something about her that intrigued him.

Seated at his desk, the king mulled over the events of the day, his thoughts drifting back to the enigmatic red-haired warrior. What was it about her that captivated him so? Was it her fierce determination, her undeniable skill in combat, or perhaps something deeper that he couldn't quite grasp?

Lost in thought, King Baldwin IV found himself drawn to a map of the kingdom spread out before him. His gaze lingered on the borders, his mind racing with strategies and plans to fortify their defenses against the looming threat posed by Galram's tribe.

But amidst the practicalities of rulership, his thoughts kept returning to (Y/N). He found himself wondering about her past, her motivations, and the bond she shared with her brother, Galram. There was a complexity to her character that he couldn't ignore, a mystery that called out to him.

King Baldwin IV found himself whispering her name once more, "(Y/N)..." as he pondered the enigmatic warrior, his thoughts consumed by the memory of their encounter. He couldn't shake the feeling that their paths would cross again, and he wondered when that moment would come.

As the hours passed and the moon rose high in the sky, King Baldwin IV finally set aside his concerns and retired to bed. But even as sleep claimed him, his dreams were haunted by visions of (Y/N), her fiery spirit burning bright against the backdrop of a kingdom in turmoil.

-End-

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King Baldwin IV x Ice Skater Reader

In the frosty realms of the ice rink, where blades glided gracefully across the frozen surface, (Y/N) moved with a fluidity that mesmerized all who beheld her. She was a vision of elegance and grace, her every movement a testament to her mastery of the art of ice skating. Little did she know that her talents would lead her on a journey to the heart of Jerusalem, where she would find love in the most unexpected of places.

It was a crisp winter morning when (Y/N) received an invitation to perform at the grand celebration in Jerusalem, hosted by none other than King Baldwin IV himself. Thrilled at the prospect of showcasing her skills in front of royalty, (Y/N) eagerly accepted the invitation and set out on her journey to the Holy Land.

As (Y/N) arrived in Jerusalem, she was greeted by the majestic sight of the city's towering walls and bustling streets. Excitement coursed through her veins as she made her way to the palace, where the celebration was to take place.

Upon her arrival at the palace, (Y/N) was escorted to the grand hall, where King Baldwin IV awaited her arrival. Dressed in regal attire, his presence commanded attention, yet his eyes held a warmth that drew (Y/N) in like a moth to a flame.

"(Y/N), it is an honor to have you here," Baldwin greeted her with a charming smile, his voice soft yet commanding.

"The honor is mine, Your Majesty," (Y/N) replied, her heart fluttering at the sight of the king before her.

As the celebration commenced, (Y/N) took to the ice, her movements as graceful as a swan gliding across a serene lake. The crowd watched in awe as she performed, her every jump and spin executed with precision and finesse.

Among the spectators stood Baldwin, his gaze fixed on (Y/N) with a mixture of admiration and longing. He had never seen anyone quite like her, and he found himself drawn to her in a way he could not explain.

After her performance, (Y/N) made her way off the ice, her cheeks flushed with exertion yet glowing with a sense of accomplishment. Baldwin approached her, his heart pounding in his chest.

"(Y/N), that was truly magnificent," he said, his voice filled with genuine admiration. "You have a gift unlike any other."

"Thank you, Your Majesty," (Y/N) replied, her eyes shining with gratitude. "It means the world to me to be able to share my passion with others."

Their eyes locked in a moment of silent understanding, and in that instant, Baldwin knew that he had found someone special.

As the night wore on, Baldwin and (Y/N) found themselves drawn to each other, their conversations flowing effortlessly as they exchanged stories and shared laughter. Despite their difference in status, they found common ground in their love for the arts and their desire to make a difference in the world.

As they danced beneath the starry sky, their bodies moved in perfect harmony, their hearts beating as one. It was a moment of pure bliss, a fleeting glimpse of paradise in the midst of chaos and uncertainty.

But their happiness was short-lived, for danger lurked in the shadows, threatening to tear them apart. As whispers of betrayal and treachery echoed through the palace walls, Baldwin and (Y/N) found themselves caught in a web of deception and deceit.

Amidst the turmoil, (Y/N) found herself face to face with Guy de Lusignan, a sinister figure whose dark intentions threatened to unravel everything she held dear.

"Stay away from the king, (Y/N)," Guy sneered, his voice dripping with malice. "He belongs to me, and I will not let you come between us."

But (Y/N) stood her ground, her gaze unwavering as she faced off against her adversary.

"I will not let you manipulate him, Guy," she declared, her voice ringing with determination. "His heart belongs to me, and nothing you say or do will change that."

Enraged by her defiance, Guy lunged at (Y/N), his fists clenched in anger. But before he could reach her, Baldwin intervened, his sword drawn and ready to defend the woman he loved.

"Leave her alone, Guy," Baldwin warned, his voice cold as steel. "She is under my protection, and I will not let you harm her."

With a furious roar, Guy retreated into the shadows, his threats echoing through the night like a haunting melody.

As dawn broke over the horizon, (Y/N) found herself wrapped in Baldwin's embrace, her heart overflowing with love and gratitude.

"I will always protect you, my dear," Baldwin whispered, his voice soft yet filled with conviction. "No matter what challenges lie ahead, we will face them together, as one."

And so, amidst the turmoil of war and the chaos of battle, (Y/N) and Baldwin embarked on a journey of love and redemption, their hearts intertwined like the threads of fate itself. For in the frozen depths of Jerusalem, amidst the clash of swords and the whispers of betrayal, their love would conquer all, thawing the icy grip of fear and doubt and igniting a flame that would burn for eternity.

As days turned into weeks, (Y/N) found herself immersed in the intricacies of palace life, her days filled with courtly duties and royal functions. Yet amidst the pomp and splendor, she always found solace in Baldwin's company, their love blossoming like a rose in the desert.

One afternoon, as (Y/N) explored the palace gardens, she stumbled upon Baldwin deep in thought, his brow furrowed with worry.

"What troubles you, my love?" she asked, her voice gentle as a summer breeze.

Baldwin sighed, his gaze heavy with concern. "It is the impending threat of war that weighs heavily on my mind," he confessed. "The crusaders grow restless, and tensions are rising among the factions."

(Y/N) placed a comforting hand on his arm, her touch a soothing balm to his troubled soul. "We will face whatever challenges come our way, together," she reassured him. "Our love is stronger than any army, and it will see us through even the darkest of times."

Moved by her words, Baldwin pulled (Y/N) into his embrace, his heart overflowing with gratitude for the woman who had captured his soul.

"Thank you, my dear," he whispered, his voice filled with emotion. "With you by my side, I fear nothing."

As the days passed, Baldwin and (Y/N) found themselves embroiled in a whirlwind of political intrigue and diplomatic negotiations, their love serving as a beacon of hope in the midst of uncertainty.

One evening, as they attended a lavish banquet in honor of visiting dignitaries, (Y/N) found herself engaged in conversation with the enigmatic Balian of Ibelin, a knight whose courage and loyalty were renowned throughout the land.

"It is an honor to meet you, Lady (Y/N)," Balian said, his voice tinged with admiration. "Your grace and beauty are surpassed only by your skill on the ice."

(Y/N) smiled warmly, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "You are too kind, Sir Balian. I must admit, I never expected to find myself in such esteemed company."

Balian chuckled, his gaze lingering on (Y/N) with a hint of admiration.

"Esteemed company, indeed," Balian replied, a glint of mischief in his eyes. "But it is not every day that we are graced with the presence of a talented ice skater in the heart of Jerusalem."

(Y/N) laughed softly, charmed by Balian's wit and charm. "Indeed, it is a rare occurrence. But I am grateful for the opportunity to share my passion with others, especially in such a magnificent setting."

As the evening progressed, (Y/N) found herself drawn into a spirited discussion with Balian, their conversation ranging from topics of art and culture to the complexities of politics and warfare. Despite their differing backgrounds, they discovered a shared appreciation for the finer things in life and a mutual respect for each other's talents.

Meanwhile, Baldwin watched from across the room, his heart heavy with jealousy at the sight of (Y/N) engaging with another man. Though he trusted her implicitly, the thought of losing her to someone else filled him with a sense of dread that he could not shake.

As the night wore on, Baldwin found himself unable to contain his emotions any longer. Stepping away from the festivities, he sought out (Y/N), his heart pounding with uncertainty.

Finding her alone in the palace gardens, Baldwin approached her with a mixture of apprehension and longing.

"(Y/N), may I have a word with you?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

(Y/N) turned to face him, her eyes filled with concern at the sight of his troubled expression. "Of course, Baldwin. What troubles you?"

Baldwin took a deep breath, gathering his thoughts before speaking. "I cannot help but feel a twinge of jealousy whenever I see you with another man," he confessed, his voice tinged with vulnerability. "I know it is foolish of me to feel this way, but I cannot bear the thought of losing you to someone else."

(Y/N) placed a gentle hand on his arm, her touch a soothing comfort to his troubled soul. "Baldwin, you have nothing to fear," she reassured him, her voice filled with sincerity. "You are the only one who holds my heart, now and always."

Moved by her words, Baldwin pulled (Y/N) into his embrace, his heart overflowing with gratitude for the woman who had captured his soul.

"Thank you, my dear," he whispered, his voice filled with emotion. "With you by my side, I fear nothing."

As they stood in each other's arms, the moon cast its silvery glow upon them, illuminating their love like a beacon in the darkness. In that moment, Baldwin knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, they would face them together, united in love and bound by destiny.

And so, amidst the turmoil of war and the chaos of battle, Baldwin and (Y/N) embarked on a journey of love and redemption, their hearts intertwined like the threads of fate itself. For in the frozen depths of Jerusalem, amidst the clash of swords and the whispers of betrayal, their love would conquer all, thawing the icy grip of fear and doubt and igniting a flame that would burn for eternity.

[speef115]

My OC who King Baldwin IV would meet 😅😅🤗🤗🫠❤️‍🔥🫶