What if you wake up one morning and you find yourself in the court of King Balduin IV, the Leper King? Note: The story is based more on the film Kingdom of Heaven (2005) than the real history, however it does not follow the filmscript completely and in some cases I used the historical facts, found in Bernard Hamilton's book about King Balduin IV (The Leper King and his heirs, 2005). Furthermore, some events and scenes were created by my fantasy only. I hope you will enjoy my story!

In the twilight of the Crusader Kingdom of Jerusalem, a fragile peace rests upon sacred sands - and upon the shoulders of a dying king. King Baldwin IV, the Leper King, rules behind a mask of silver and restraint. His body betrays him more with each passing day, yet his spirit endures - proud, lonely, and weighed by the crown's cruel duty. From the distant isle of Aegea arrives Princess Zahara, a healer of divine repute and a woman bound to him by political promise. Rumor calls her an angel sent from heaven, her touch said to cure even the incurable - yet beneath her veil lies a secret: she is albino, her eyes carrying the crimson hue that superstition brands as cursed. What begins as an arranged alliance for the sake of kingdoms slowly blossoms into something neither expected - a quiet love born from pain, faith, and the mercy of understanding. In Zahara's presence, Baldwin rediscovers what it means to be seen without pity, while she learns that love can grow even beneath a crown of sorrow. But as politics stir and enemies close in - as the court whispers of a foreign bride with eyes like blood - both king and princess must decide if love is enough to heal a kingdom drowning in sin and sand. ---- THIS STORY IS INSPIRED BY THE MOVIE "Kingdom of Heaven" I DO NOT WISH TO STEAL OFF OF ANYONE, AND IF ANY REFERENCE SEEMS FAMILIAR TO ANOTHER- KNOW IT IS NOT INTENDED BUT MERELY ONLY A COINCIDENCE. This story however has its own timeline, as some parts will not follow the original which is the movie "Kingdom of Heaven" .. 🥇#baldwin 11/13/25

Al-Andalus 1183. Lluna Valentia bint Al Mualim De Bosch is a Spanish/Moorish noble, fruit of an interfaith union that hoped to unite two conflicting faiths of the Iberian Peninsula. However, hope is a dream and the reality is that the family's influence, wealth, and titles are in danger with the constant friction between the Almohad Caliphate and the Christians wishing to retake their Iberian land. At nineteen, Valentia is the only remaining daughter to be wed and their only hope to salvage their social standing. At the other side of the Mediterranean, the terminally young King of Jerusalem fears for the future of his kingdom and his struggle to provide a successor that will lead in example. In a last act of hope, or desperation, word is sent out that the King looks for a betrothed. Many countries receive the news, but few people are eager to answer. Yet in Al Andalus, it means a seizable opportunity for a certain family. It is no doubt a convenient solution for both sides. But the convenience is flawed, complicated. Because of the King's illness, it remains to be seen whether there is a point to it all. And, after all, nobody asked what Lady Valentia thought about the whole situation. Can this unwilling bride give her life and love away to a leper? And what is that which makes her the only one who could? Something far more sinister than a disease lurks ahead. Factions and alliances will either cooperate or sow discord. With such chaos, even the most unlikely of alliances may not be out of reach for this Kingdom. //the mature tag does NOT indicate smǔt, it indicates violence, blood, and heavy topics (and perhaps mildly spicy scenes (but no smǔt)) More disclaimers and warnings inside King Baldwin IV x OC || This is a long-fic and slow-burn so that's why the pace is so "slow". Pls be patient <3 ALSO AVAILABLE ON AO3‼️

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"Stop following me! Just let me go and leave me in peace!" she pleaded, struggling against his unrelenting grip. "I won't. Not today, not ever. Not after finding you again," he said firmly. "I don't belong here. This isn't my place. Let me go," she begged, desperation in her voice. He shook his head. "You've always belonged. Since the beginning of time, we were meant to be together." "You'll never convince me," she snapped. "I won't be part of this farce or let you treat me like an object without a will of my own." "It's not a farce. It's as real as the sun, and you will be part of it-whether you want to or not. Your only desire should be our companionship," he declared. "Please," she whispered, one last plea as her hand inched toward her waistband. "The only thing left to do... do it for her, if not for love. " he ordered. "For love?" she murmured, shaken. Then her expression hardened. "But love was never an option," she spat, her voice dripping with disgust-before she struck with full force. It wasn't supposed to end like this. Anwesha-once a soldier by choice, not birth-had embraced duty for her nation. But one failed mission led her to the dark waters of the Ganges. Caught in a whirlpool, she accepted death like an old friend. Yet, she didn't die. She woke up in another timeline, but here, she didn't belong. A misfit, a lone coal in a chest of gold. She wasn't chosen by fate, nor favored by the gods-just an accident struggling to return home. But every path back was closed. Trapped, she resolved to be a silent observer. Yet fate had other plans. She crossed paths with the Scions of Kuru, a dynasty shaping history itself. She hadn't intended to get involved, but now she was entangled in their world, for better or worse. Can she survive in this era, or will she find her way back? More importantly-who is she, really? And why her? After all, nothing in this world, or beyond it, is mere coincidence. • Book I ~ Stuck In Time Series •

They say history celebrates its heroes. Remembers its villains. And erases its 𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒔. But what happens when a mistake refuses to be forgotten? How venomous must a serpent become before you willingly let it coil around your finger? Tarika Singh was never meant to enter the Mahabharata. Yet one mistake turns her into 𝘼𝙞𝙨𝙝𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙮𝙖. Friend of the Kauravas. Sister of the Pandavas. Soul of Radheya. Daughter of the Sun. Thrown into an age when gods walked the earth, Tarika finds herself surrounded by men history has already decided to call heroes and villains. But the longer she stays, the more she learns that neither title is ever quite enough. Heroes can be cruel. Villains can love. And sometimes, the person trying to save you is the very person who will destroy you. To save them, she may have to betray them. To love them, she may have to lose herself. For... every yuga is bound by a single 𝗦𝘂𝘁𝗿𝗮. And this one belongs to 𝗦𝘂𝗿𝘆𝗮. ── ⋆⋅𖤓⋅⋆ ── Copyright © 2026 by Contentzone.