The Leper King's Healer

Chapter 33

The castle hall was adorned with tapestries that whispered tales of bygone eras, as King Baldwin strode alongside his trusted advisor, William. Their steps echoed against the polished stone floors, a rhythmic cadence that underscored the weight of the day's concerns. As they walked, their conversation wove a tapestry of its own-a tapestry woven with both admiration and a hint of melancholy.

A beautiful breeze wafted the laughter and chatter from the garden into the grandeur of the castle's halls. Philippa and her Ladies in Waiting had decided to spend the afternoon outside, their tea a delicious elixir that blended with the scents of blooming flowers.

Baldwin's gaze drifted toward the garden, his eyes resting on the figure of his Queen. There she was, surrounded by nature's splendour, her smile a beacon of light that seemed to chase away the shadows that frequently obscured his mind. A feeling of sadness washed over him as his heart swelled with longing.

He turned to William, his confidant and witness to the complexities of his thoughts. "Look at her," Baldwin muttered, his tone tinged with affection and resignation. "She is far too perfect, and I am unfit to stand beside her."

William gave the King a knowing look, his eyes reflecting the empathy he felt. "You know that is not true," he said firmly, his loyalty clear in his words. "Your love for the kingdom and determination to fulfil your duties make you worthy in every way."

Baldwin let out a conflicted sigh as he continued to watch Philippa from a distance. "William, I am well aware of my responsibilities, but the spectre of my illness-" William interrupted gently, "Your Queen sees you as you truly are, not just as a King, but as a man."

Baldwin's gaze was riveted on Philippa, his heart a mixture of admiration and dread. He was caught between his heart's desire and the burden of his disease. "I made up my mind," he said finally, his voice heavy with the weight of his decision.

So he continued to walk away from the garden, each step a monument to the internal war that raged within him. His heart wanted to be closer to Philippa, to enjoy her company without the overhanging shadow of his illness. However, the fear of exposing her to his condition held him back, acting as a protective barrier that he couldn't break through.

And yet, in the isolation of the castle hall, he wrestled with the weight of his choices, the weight of a love that was both a source of solace and a thorn in his heart.

Philippa's POV:

I eventually retired to the sanctity of my private chamber after a day full with royal chores and interactions with my ladies-in-waiting. The flickering candlelight threw delicate dancing shadows on the walls, creating a serene tranquilly.

The conversations with the ladies, the laughter, and the shared stories seemed to linger in the air, adding a touch of warmth to the room. I had always found solace in these private moments, where the weight of my royal responsibilities could be set aside. As I Anticipate the arrival of my husband, Baldwin.

However, as time went, Baldwin's absence became more noticeable, and a sense of restlessness crept into my thoughts. My heart, which was typically soothed by his company, was suddenly tinged with anxiety. Was he held up by a pressing matter? Or was it the difficulties of royal duty that kept him back? I thought to myself.

I sat in a wooden chair by the window with a deep sigh, the pleasant breeze spreading the aroma of blossoming flowers into the room. The candles cast delicate shadows on the exquisite furnishings, creating a cosy environment. I took a few moments to gather my thoughts and appreciate the peace before my gaze was taken to the elaborate mirror on the vanity.

As the sun set over the royal palace, throwing a soft glow throughout the halls, I found myself back at my vanity. My long, ebony hair cascaded in waves over my shoulders, a testament to the hours my servants had spent grooming me. I absently picked up a silver comb and began to brush it through my hair, the rhythmic motion soothing me as I lost myself in my thoughts. My mind wandered, a mixture of excitement and worry.