Author: weirdoIV
Summary: I just sat down behind my computer one day, listening to 'sometimes you can't make it on your own', et voila, a story. It's somewhat AU I suppose: Between Jerusalem and Damascus there's some sort of truce that is about to be broken by Guy de Lusignan. And Baldwin IV and Balian have to stop it. Saladin makes an appearance too!
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Anyway, just read the story, tell me what you think about it 'cause I'm always open to good criticism. And flames? Whatever. You know the drill. I use them to roast my marshmallows.
By the way, I have no idea what the title should be, so if you think of something, mail me ok?
Kingdom of heaven
"Sometimes you can't make it on your own…your majesty."
Guy de Lusignan bowed deeply, almost mockingly at the feet of King Baldwin IV of Jerusalem. He had once again asked for audience, knowing very well that it would wear the king out. But he cared not, for he thought only of power.
Guy de Lusignan was vile, vicious. His hunger for power was insatiable, after marrying the sister of the King he only wanted to increase his might. For he thought it was inevitable that he would become King after this leper died.
Guy stood up again and looked Baldwin squarely in the eye. The King was a weak appearance: his light blue tunic and white cape hanging shallowly over his battered body, the mask covering up his face and showing only a pair of tired eyes. Guy's stomach turned when he thought that this creature ruled over him, this creature could sentence him to dead immediately.
He grumbled inwardly: 'It isn't fair, this leper keeps on living. And I? I get nothing.'
King Baldwin coughed and Guy woke up from his thoughts.
"I think, Guy, that accepting the help from the Mormons wouldn't be very wise." He said leaning back tiredly, "they are mercenaries, for all we know, they could be attacking our ranks within the week."
"But your majesty…"
"Guy, you cannot ask me to sign this agreement. Saladin has 200.000 men in Damascus. He won't like it if we agree to the Mormons' conditions. His army would be upon us in five days."
Guy de Lusignan narrowed his eyes as his temper rose: "You do not know whom you are refusing your majesty. Saladin is a Saracen, a Muslim. Not one of ours. There are quite a few men not agreeing with your majesty's decision to involve Saladin in every decision you make."
Baldwin closed his eyes and rubbed his temple: "Do not assume I don't know that Guy. But Saladin is very powerful, and much less violent than you all think. It is best to keep peace with him."
"With your permission my King," Guy spat, "nobody likes a Saracen, nobody likes a Saracen lover. Take my advice and believe me when I say you shall regret this one day. I'm doing my very best to contain the anger of many knights, I'm may not be capable of doing so much longer."
With those last words Guy de Lusignan turned around and walked out of the palace hall briskly, leaving behind a tormented King.
As soon as the baron had left a curtain left of the throne opened and Tiberias, the loyal councillor, walked in. As he watched Guy de Lusignan retreat quickly he turned to his King and said: "Guy de Lusignan is a troublemaker your majesty. He shall mean the downfall of this kingdom one day."
King Baldwin nodded and sighed: "I am aware of that Tiberias, but he is lawful heir to the throne as long as I don't have any children. There is nothing I can do about it."
Tiberias looked down upon his master. This fragile creature was dying, he knew that. And when that happened he knew the end of mighty Jerusalem had come.
With a last burning look at Guy he supported his King and helped him to his chambers. If it was his decision, Guy de Lusignan would have been long dead, and so would've been his companion, Reynald de Chatillon.
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Guy de Lusignan was fuming as he kicked his horse too hard in the sides. He was riding for Kerak, the fortress of Reynald de Chatillon. His friend would know what to do. His friend would know how to get that leper down.
As he rode through the gate of Kerak he yelled at the top of his lungs: "Reynald! Reynald! Come here ! "
Before he had even had time to get of his horse he could hear the roar of recognition and moments later Reynald de Chatillon thundered down the steps: "How did he react, did the leper agree?"
Guy grunted as he shook Reynald's hand. "What do you think?"
Reynald took a step back and made a face: "Don't tell me: Saladin wouldn't like it, so he doesn't comply."
Guy de Lusignan nodded as he took of his gloves and threw them to his squire. For a few moments the two men were completely silent as they walked to the dining hall of Kerak.
Reynald looked around and barked at a few servants to go away. He sat down slowly and gestured at Guy to do the same. "Will you agree with me now?"
"Your plan is radical Reynald. It takes a lot of preparation too, a lot of allies are needed. I don't think I can wait this long."
But Reynald de Chatillon smiled as he sipped from his wine: "You, my friend, underestimate me. The King is predictable, I made preparations already."
Guy looked up quickly as a malicious grin formed on his face: "You thought about everything then?"
"Absolutely, we got an army of about 50.000 behind us, and no doubt there'll be many knights who will join us after the leper is dead."
"And I suppose you have a plan too?"
"Off course, my brother," Reynald said as he bowed forward "we need our knights for the fight. Fortunately they are all worthy and important, with unlimited access to the citadel. That means: the Council next week, will be full of our allies, the King shall be outnumbered, the battle shall be over soon."
Guy grinned and sat up straight: "I can hardly wait, the throne is only a week away."
Reynald sat up too and twisted a lock of hair uncomfortably around his finger: "There is of course, one problem left."
Guy looked up: "And which might that be?"
"Balian of Ibelin."
Guy de Lusignan groaned: "That stupid peasant follows me around everywhere I go. He doesn't trust me!"
"He has reason to, we are after all, sculpting a plan to assassinate King Leper."
"What do we do about it?"
"Nothing. He is an ally of the Leper, he is outnumbered too. I suggest letting him live, to torture him a bit for everything he's done against you."
Guy leaned back and nodded: "Yes, indeed. He's caused me much mishaps."
Reynald stood up and lifted his glass of wine: "For our glory, and the downfall of the Muslims and the Muslim lover."
Guy lifted his glass too and then sipped it slowly: "We, my friend, shall make history."
Well, that was it...Do you guys think Guy is a bit ooc? 'Cause I don't know really...just tell me
