Disclaimer: Unfortunately I don't own Baldwin.
Italics indicate Baldwin's thoughts.
"I…am Jerusalem." Those three words echoed weakly in King Baldwin IV mind as he lay on his bed staring out the window at the stars. There was one particularly bright star that always graced the night sky with its presence; he had long ago christened this star Sybilla. Like his sister the star never wavered in its nightly vigil over the earth below.
How did it come to this? Where have the years gone so quickly?
Thinking back on his life he realized with a pang of guilt that he had not accomplished all the things he had wanted to do. He had been a great king there was no denying that and yet….
It will do no good to dwell on the past. What about the future?
How would the world remember him when he was gone? Perhaps he would be remembered as the great king who kept the peace and allowed all religions in his kingdom. Yes, that was how he wanted to be remembered. Then there was his Sybilla. Ah yes, his beautiful sister. How would she remember him? Hopefully she would always see him as a beautiful and vivacious boy in his youth not the king now shrouded and hidden beneath his silver mask. The weak helpless man that now lay dying. Only Sybilla knew all of his secrets, all of his hopes and dreams. She would never forget him. His kingdom and his memory would live forever in her heart. He would live through her and never truly be gone. A single tear found its way down his cheek beneath his mask. That thought gave him comfort.
Sybilla, I love you!
Jerusalem became a darker place as King Baldwin IV passed from the world.