Chapter 54

In the hushed confines of Omar's tent, the Muslim physician huddled over a parchment, quill in hand. His gaze flickered between the letter he was writing and the distant horizon outside the window, where the sun had begun its slow descent.

With a furrowed brow and a heavy heart, Omar scribbled lines of concern and care onto the parchment. He knew the weight of his responsibility and the urgency of his message. Philippa, needed to know the truth about Baldwin's condition.

Despite Baldwin's strict instructions not to worry her, Omar was haunted by the king's worsening health. Baldwin's fever had persisted, the wounds from battle now seeping and showing signs of infection. The supplies Philippa regularly sent to treat his wounds and maintain clean water had been cut off weeks ago by Saracen interference.