"Stop putting on an act and pretending to be a humble knight. You and I both know your arrogant, conceited nature all too well!"
Sibylla sneered coldly, "Since you insist on competing, then go ahead. But let me remind you: the other obstacles standing in your way won't be as easy to talk to as I am."
She had long since abandoned any thought of inheriting King of Jerusalem's throne. After all, the news she had received back then was that "Baldwin IV has fully recovered." At his prime age, producing another heir should have been only natural.
Then, when she received word that Baldwin IV intended to pass the throne to Lothar, she found the prospect of competing with such a terrifying rival for King of Jerusalem's throne absurd. Having watched Lothar rise step by step, Sibylla knew better than anyone what terrifying power the seemingly gentle King of Egypt possessed.
Lothar smiled and nodded. "It is my honor to persuade Your Highness to yield."
A sudden clatter of footsteps sounded outside. Balian, who had been standing guard beyond the door, gave a light cough before knocking and entering. "Your Majesty, Your Highness, I apologize for interrupting this sacred meeting."
Sibylla frowned. "What happened, Sir Balian? Are the distinguished guests from Egypt dissatisfied with our hospitality?"
Balian looked at Lothar. "No, Your Highness. It is one of His Majesty Lothar's knights and his female companion. They injured quite a few people in a tavern."
"A knight under my command?"
Lothar frowned. "What exactly happened?"
"Apparently, someone was impersonating a member of your family. But the coat of arms he displayed was one nobody had ever seen before, so a young lord immediately declared him a fraud and intended to drag them to City Hall."
With matters put so plainly,