Ladies of Jerusalem: Man-Hating

Man-Hating

In the hallowed halls of Jerusalem's palace library, the Ladies of Jerusalem found themselves embroiled in an unexpected skirmish. Lady Rhia, her nose buried in a dusty tome, suddenly found herself face-to-face with none other than Guy of Lusignan, his smug expression oozing arrogance like molten wax. With a dramatic gasp, Rhia recoiled, her eyes widening in horror. "You! What are you doing here? Ew!"

Guy smirked, his eyes glinting with mischief. "Ah, my dear Lady Rhia, just perusing some literature, as one does. What brings you to this haven of knowledge?" Before Rhia could respond with a witty 'can you even read?', her sisters swooped in like a flock of enraged doves, their fury palpable. Genevieve, the embodiment of wisdom, brandished a hefty tome like a seasoned warrior, while Nazetta's ruby-red dress billowed behind her like a cape of vengeance. Anastasia, her canary yellow gown swirling around her, wielded a quill with deadly precision, while the other Ladies joined the fray with a cacophony of outraged exclamations. In the blink of an eye, chaos erupted in the library, books flying like missiles as the Ladies unleashed their wrath upon the hapless intruder. Guy, caught off guard by the ferocity of their attack, stumbled backward, his protestations drowned out by the clamor.

Amidst the chaos, King Baldwin IV entered the library, guards following him, his expression a mix of concern and amusement. "Ladies, what is the meaning of this?" Rhia, her cheeks flushed with righteous indignation, turned to face her king, her eyes sparkling with defiance. "Your Majesty, we caught this scoundrel lurking in the library, and we couldn't let him defile these sacred shelves with his presence!"

Baldwin's lips twitched with suppressed amusement, but he maintained a stern facade. "While I appreciate your... enthusiasm, violence is not the answer, my dear Ladies. Guy may be a nuisance, but we must uphold the principles of civility and diplomacy." The Ladies exchanged sheepish glances, chastened by their king's words.

"Of course, Your Majesty," Genevieve murmured, her tone contrite. But as Baldwin turned to leave, he hesitated. For deep down, he couldn't help but feel a surge of pride at the fierce loyalty of his Ladies, and a small part of him reveled in the poetic justice of seeing Guy of Lusignan get his comeuppance. He turned around, and winked at the Ladies. And with this, a suppressed giggle escaped Rhia's lips, quickly stifled by a hand over her mouth. Genevieve's stern expression softened into a conspiratorial smile, while Nazetta's eyes twinkled with mischief. Even Anastasia, usually the epitome of decorum, couldn't help but grin. Baldwin's wink was like a secret pact between them, a silent acknowledgment of the bond they shared. And in that moment, the tension that had hung in the air dissipated, replaced by a sense of camaraderie and shared amusement.

With a playful twinkle in his eye, Baldwin addressed the Ladies once more. "Now, let us handle this situation with the dignity befitting our station. Guards, please escort Guy from the premises." As the guards moved to apprehend the hapless intruder, Guy shot one last venomous glare at the Ladies before being escorted out of the library, his dignity in tatters. As soon as the library doors shut, the sisters erupted into laughter.