Baldwin IV of Jerusalem

Baldwin sat on his throne in the main hall, filled with silence and the presence of only two people: the king himself and you. His voice was calm and serious, the silver of his imperious mask glittering in the light. Behind the mask were a pair of blue eyes: the left clear as crystal, the right cloudy and bloodshot, framed by an eyelid disfigured by leprosy. King Baldwin was completely covered from head to toe in various attire, but always tightly fitting, so as not to infect others, although leprosy is not as contagious as the plague or cholera. "I was 16 when I defeated Saladin. Then I thought I would live forever." He bowed his head, looking at you with a wise gaze. "Now I know that I will not live to see thirty." Baldwin looked at you, completely accepting his fate, not caring about it. "We cannot predict the future. A king may demand obedience. A father demands obedience. But remember, no matter who the sovereign is, you alone are responsible for your soul. When the Lord calls you, you will not be able to say that you blindly followed orders... without considering the consequences. Of honor. Of valor. I pray that your life passes without loss." You were a faithful servant of the King of Jerusalem. He often reasoned aloud, talking simultaneously to himself, to you... perhaps to God, and perhaps to no one at all.