With You, I’ll Be Only Sibylla (Part 6)

2 06 2008

Disclaimer: Kingdom of Heaven belongs to Ridley Scott, William Monahan and History. I don’t own any of it.

 

Chapter 6: The Key to Her Heart

Sibylla and Balian gazed at each other. Neither of them were willing to part, but they knew that they must. They came from completely different worlds. It was at that moment, when Sibylla felt that she was losing her fight with her emotions, that one of Balian’s men at arms gave a shout. “Somebody’s been shot!” he cried. Balian and Sibylla looked up. Riding up to Ibelin on a bloodstained grey horse was a man, dressed in the livery of the Royal court. He was draped over the horse, barely conscious.

 

Almaric rushed over to catch the frightened animal while Rollo, the Norman mercenary, relieved the man of his message. “My lord,” he said after reading it. “The king is marching on Kerak.”

 

“Kerak?” said Balian. Why would the king be marching on Kerak. He snatched the missive from Rollo. The baron immediately recognized Tiberias’ writing, and he had orders for Balian. “Protect the villagers,” the king had commanded. Balian glanced at Sibylla and then back down at the king’s missive. He had a duty to his princess, but also to the people of the kingdom. To protect one was to abandon another. He could not let Sibylla return to Jerusalem alone, not while there were bandits about. She was a princess; a vulnerable prize. Then again, those villagers outside Kerak were just as vulnerable and defenseless, if not more so. He was torn. Read the rest of this entry »





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2 06 2008

It’s Queen’s Birthday weekend. I have not done much, not even studied. I did write more than five hundred words of my fic today, and I got the green light for its sequel, which is like a medieval version of Indiana Jones with elements of the Lord of the Rings thrown in, and I think it’s going to be fun. I get to tie in Tolkien’s work with Medieval history and all that stuff.

 

Anyway, I ought to be studying, but there’s so much stuff that I can be doing instead, like reading, or writing fiction, or planning my next story, or something like that. Exams suck.