The Saxons believed that leprous kings like Baldwin IV would fall into hell and suffer endless pain after death. But in his dying years, the young king met God's representative on earth, just like an artist meets the muse in his heart.
He knew very well that he could not share the crown with her, but he held her in his heart, and she would not suffer as much as he did.
If I can only be imprisoned in this torrent of time for a moment, I only ask you, my soul-engraved lover, the uncrowned queen of the Holy Kingdom, to always remember my untainted eyes instead of my rotten and festering true appearance.
You are my heaven.
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