Gayle

After a tragic accident that sent her back 845 years in time to the year 1177, in the Middle Ages, during the reign of Baldwin IV of Jerusalem, Kate Mitchell, a wealthy business tycoon in the pharmaceutical industry, a gifted ex-military, a pharmacologist and botanist, and a brilliant archer from 2022, wakes up as Lady Philippa, a pretty, innocent, frail, and proper young lady of House Antioch, with whom she shares nothing in common. She realised she had died on that day, and her soul travels back in time and takes over the body of Philippa, a helpless lady who would face tragedy, betrayal, and scandal before dying young and heartbroken.

She chose to live as Philippa because she had a second chance at life and only one goal in mind: to live and survive at any cost. To succeed, she must thrive and learn to live in the Medieval era, where nothing is common for her, and, above all, she must avoid an arranged marriage, which will doom Phillipa to death after a terrible heartbreak.

Lady Philippa, unfortunately, is about to be engaged to an unknown man, and she must devise a plan to prevent this from happening. Kate's background as an ex-military officer, pharmacologist, and botanist, as well as her limited knowledge of history, will be invaluable in surviving the historical mediaeval times when modern technology was out of reach. However, she requires the assistance of the reigning king, Baldwin IV, who is suffering from leprosy at the time. She'll have to take control of the situation. It is up to Kate's bravery and intelligence to find a way to persuade Baldwin IV to help her, and she has few options other than joining his royal court.

Will the king accept her, or will she perish as the body's original owner? Will she be able to change her destiny? Alternatively, will she be able to find the love and family she seeks?

The Leper King's Healer

The grand hall of the palace, normally a place of measured decorum and whispers behind silk fans, was unusually tense. Chandeliers glittered high above, the flames of countless candles dancing nervously as if they sensed the storm gathering below. Today was supposed to be a quiet matter—merely the trial of a lowly maidservant who had brought the chalice of almond-wine to the Queen the night she fell into her supposed coma. 


The nobles gathered in the hall murmured quietly, many glancing at the dais where King Baldwin stood with his customary gravitas, clad in his white tunic emblazoned with the royal crest. His deep-blue eyes scanned the assembly, cool and unreadable. At his side stood Lady Agnes, the King's mother, her face pale and drawn with apprehension. 


The accused—a trembling maid—had been brought forth by guards, her hands bound and head lowered. She knelt before the dais, too frightened even to weep. Yet something about the air felt...off. The nobles exchanged glances. 


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