Jerusalem.
Princess Sibilla held her son, softly reciting from a newly added thick tome. On the cover was a middle-aged man with two swords on his back, white hair, and a stern expression.
This was a fantasy novel that had recently taken Jerusalem by storm.
"Behind Van Helsing are two swords: the steel sword to cut down villains, the silver sword to slay demons. People fear yet need them, calling them mutated bastards on one hand, yet unable to live without their help..."
Sibilla's gentle voice narrated the story of the legendary Demon Hunter.
Little Baldwin listened intently, curled up motionlessly in his mother's embrace.
"That's enough for today."
"Mother, is it over already?"
Little Baldwin was somewhat disappointed.
Sibilla's face turned stern as she said seriously, "This is just entertainment; you must not indulge in it. Always remember, you are the Kingdom of Jerusalem's future Crown Prince."
