"Stop putting on that act, pretending to be some humble Knight. I know perfectly well you're just an arrogant bastard!"
Sibilla said icily and mockingly, "Since you want to fight for it, then go ahead, but let me remind you, the other people standing in your way are nowhere near as easy to deal with as I am."
She had long since given up the idea of inheriting the throne of Jerusalem; after all, back then Baldwin IV's body had already recovered, and given his age, it was only natural that he would produce another heir.
Losa smiled and inclined his head. "It is my honor to have persuaded Your Highness to yield."
Suddenly a clatter of footsteps sounded outside the door. Belian cleared his throat lightly and stepped in. "Your Majesty, Your Highness, I am very sorry to interrupt your sacred meeting."
Sibilla frowned. "What's happened, Sir Belian? Do our distinguished guests from Egypt find fault with the hospitality we've shown them?"
