Yes that night Ayla went to the celebrations with her husband. Both went hand in hand in that huge hall.

"Your Majesties, King Baldwin and his wife, Queen Ayla."

Everyone rose as they entered the room. Now wearing a different clothes. Ayla was wearing a white dress, less cramped and Baldwin was dressed as a Bedouin of the desert, but as a Bedouin with lots of money. That was what drew attention to Ayla, her husband mixed two styles, sometimes dressed in robes, like Christians, but other times he was dressed as an Arab prince.

Both took their places in the center of the room, on a huge chairs. The queen looked around and met the eyes of his sister, which gave him a huge smile of happiness. She smiled back. He glanced at her husband and saw him staring at a child sitting next to Sybil. Ayla looked at the creature. He was blond, with huge blue eyes protruding from his face, as beautiful as those of Baldwin. Her skin was white as milk. It was a beautiful child.

"Who is this kid?" She asked her husband.

"It's my cousin, Baldwin. The son of my sister and William of Montferrat. 'You could see the emotion when speaking of small. "It was so long since I saw him. It has grown a lot. "

"He's very handsome. Has your eyes and your sister. "

"Well ... Actually many say is like me, when I was little."

"What is wrong?" Asked hesitantly.

"No. They are right. I was the same. But get it to him. "

Ayla was impressed. Your husband was so handsome? What did change a person leprosy. He watched their reactions to see the child. He seemed to be excited or excited, is that you must love him very much.

The little distracted attention from the words his mother told him and stared at his uncle. He must have already gotten used to it, because it felt horror or anything, only made him a smile to his uncle and waved. Baldwin returned the gesture.

"She is a wonderful child." Her husband said with pride. "The other day I saw him in the halls loaded with a mountain of books, bigger than him. I like studying, like me. It would be a good king. "

The child glanced at Ayla looked at her curiously. The queen smiled at him, was cute as a child. Seeing the reaction of his new aunt, the little Baldwin could not do anything but return the gesture. It was so funny, dressed like a man, with some shoes that could use large, swinging his legs on the chair because it reached the ground and fighting to achieve his glass.

The servants began serving food. Baldwin started back in the chair, while the others ate. Do not touch anything. Ayla looked at him curiously.

"Do not eat anything?" He asked.

Her husband shook his head, he seemed surprised by the question.

"Me? With this mask? Food would have to get me through the hole of the eyes. "Sneered. "Also, I can not keep food contact than for me. I've eaten before going down. And I have not really hungry. "

Ayla wanted nothing more. He turned his attention to his food dish and again looked at the son of Princess. The infant was fighting with the knife to cut a piece of meat. Sibyl and the servants helped him occasionally. The queen kept looking at everyone who occupied the room. Her parents spoke animatedly with Raymond of Tripoli. He recognized William of Tyre, discussing with Bishop Heraclius about something. And saw the face of his mother, whose word had not yet exchanged. Agnes of Courtenay unexpectedly rose and went to his son, he whispered a few words that Ayla could not understand. Baldwin seemed to be angry with those words. After finishing with his son, went to heed his daughter.

"Hello, dear. Yet we could not exchange a word. "He took her hands to Ayla. "I hope you're enjoying this day. Here a mother for anything you need. "There seemed to be sincere with all that. "We tend to get all the women of the court in the afternoon, I hope you join us tomorrow and we can talk more animatedly."

After that he sat down, leaving Ayla impressed. Baldwin looked, confused by what had happened. He directed a look of fury at his mother.

"Do not trust her." It warned. "My mother often win people with good words, but then you sticks a knife in the back."

"You and you nailed it?"

"I have a tremendous mess. May say nice things about me, and before people treat me very well. But I know you hate me, do not like me as a child, just to show off or to get to know who is the mother of the king. I have never been fond of you. Have not you noticed her face in disgust to approach me? "

Ayla shook her head. As I understand it, Inés . Now I had someone to share the disgust he had for her husband.

The room was silent, when Raymond of Tripoli rose with his glass in his hand.

"A toast to the queen." He said, encouraging people to get up.

Everyone raised his glass in hand, unless both kings. Ayla picked up his glass, and Baldwin his empty glass.

"Long live the queen." Said Raimundo.

"Long live the queen." They all said.

All drank from their cups, less Baldwin, which lifted her and again left on the site. He looked his disgust of not being able to provide for his wife.

They continued eating and talking animatedly least the king, whose was lying back in his chair, watching everyone or looking her gloved hands.

He opened the door at the end of the hall and entered some musicians with instruments. They approached their majesties and bowed.

"With the permission of their Majesties, the Kings, we would delight them with a part of our dance partner. In honor of the queen. "

Everyone stared at Baldwin. This made a gesture with his hand, giving them permission to proceed. The musicians took their places at one end of the room and as they prepared, a woman came and stood in the middle. Ayla gasped. The woman was half naked, wearing some clothes of white silk Arabic dance, full of beads and gold coins. Showed their dark meat and curly black hair that cascaded down her back to her waist. In her bare belly, had drawn some signs. His face was covered by the small veil that revealed only her eyes. All men were left with their mouths open to see the woman as well-formed, with her beautiful legs and her breasts prominent. Ayla looked at Baldwin, to retain it, but her husband was head sideways, looking curiously at the woman, as if he knew something.

The musicians began to sound their instruments and the woman began to move his hips and belly, hypnotizing all men. Something I noticed was that the dancer Ayla never took his eyes off the king, as if the dance was dedicated to him. He moved around the room with his black eyes on the figure masked positions. Every time he moved more lust, his movements were becoming stronger. He gradually approaching the table of kings, the queen could see her smile when facing her husband. The woman picked up a sword he had on the table that they were going to use to cut meat servants. She put on her hip and began to rotate and move the belly without dropping it. Everyone applauded after that. He took another sable and carefully placed them in the head. She continued dancing without being fall. He sabers in place and continued dancing with a handkerchief, moving like majestic wings, covering his head and face with him and showing only his eyes, still dancing. The surprise came when one of his colleagues put a basket in the middle of the room. She came over and was slowly taking something that left everyone with their mouths open, a huge python that was twisting her leg, her hip, towards his belly, his arm, to hold her head with her hand. She continued dancing with the snake without taking your eyes off the king and this could not take my eyes off her. He played and danced with the snake everything he wanted, until once again left in the basket. He kept his hips moving more until finally ended his performance kneeling before kings and falling backwards until his head almost touching the floor. All men were impressed to see that many were taken to the armrest of the chair, one of them was the king. The woman stood up and bowed. Everyone started to clap loudly, less Ayla to which he had not liked the attitude of women. The musicians also came and they spent another applause. The queen pressed her hands hard to see the looks on their way her husband and dancer. Finally retired and people kept talking and eating. Ayla looked at her husband with anger, was an offense to her what had happened between him and the woman. Baldwin looked at her without understanding what happened. Every time I hated most.

After dessert, a man stood up and walked to the kings. The queen looked at her plate without attention. The gentleman bowed before kings.

"Majesties. It is an honor to meet the new queen. "Said the man.

"Joseph of Beirut, welcome to Jerusalem." He greeted the king.

Ayla finally looked up and saw the picture that she loved. He was infatuated with the face of the gentleman. He was a very handsome man, tall and strong, with effeminate face gave him a beauty, with curly black hair, covered with some gray, which gave a touch mature and green eyes captivated Ayla. He was much older than her, but that did not care to notice him.

"It's true what they say about the beauty of our new lady." Said Joseph with seductive look.

Ayla was flushed and nodded in thanks.

"It is an honor to have him back in my court, Joseph." Baldwin continued talking.

"I hope it's for a long time, my lord."

"Enjoy the party. Eat and drink as desired. I look forward to having you back in my army. "

"So it will, Your Majesty. Thank you for your welcome. "

He bowed to the king and went on to lay their eyes on the Queen. He looked like he was trying to seduce her, and that she loved Ayla.

"My lady." He bowed.

Again he sat down. The queen could not take his eyes off Baldwin and realized that, and I really did not like.

"Who was this man who came to greet us?" She asked her husband.

"Joseph of Beirut, Beirut Baron. One of the knights of my court, but has been quite some time off for family reasons unknown to me. It's pretty friend of my brother, Guy de Lusignan and Reynald de Chatillon. It also tends to be my mother. "

"Is this a good knight?"

"By far proven to be. Although I still have not seen combat. If still alive there must be. "

Ayla did not need any further explanation. Then Joseph rolled his eyes and took them all night and he returned it. The furtive glances without stopping, without anyone knowing, no one except Baldwin. She felt a little hurt to see how his wife was fixed at that gentleman. But let it go. He encouraged them to be set with other men.

The rest of the night Ayla was spent dancing with several nobles, Joseph approached more than once to dance with her, but no one suspected anything because everyone wanted to dance with the new queen. Her husband, more animated, talking with Raymond of Tripoli and their parents. Catherine sometimes took her hand the king as if to encourage him and grunted Ayla by falsehood of his mother.

When the last dance, everyone started cheering Baldwin to dance with his wife. The king refused flatly and Ayla was glad for that. They had to go a few knights to make up the king of the chair. He was caught in the arms to raise him up, but Baldwin took the armrest. That scene was funny, many began to laugh, the king was laughing. Finally I could make up and took him to his wife pushed. Everyone started clapping to the kings. The musicians began a slow blow. Ayla and Baldwin stared helplessly, but everyone was looking at them and had to react. The king bowed and gave his hand. She did the same. Both went to the center of the room. Joined hands, Ayla picked up the hem of her dress and Baldwin put his hand behind his back. They began to spin with their hands together, they separated, made a bow, turned to gather and so on. All eyes were on them. When the dance ended everyone started clapping. Baldwin bowed and put his hand on his metal lips as if to kiss her. Ayla stood before the gesture. He felt the cold touch of the mask and had had a chill. Her husband turned to withdraw and left her dancing with other men, while he sat back down and the younger knights came to talk to him and amuse with his jokes. Although you could not see who was laughing, his laughter could be heard.

And so he spent the night, but the couple could maintain some contact and exchange.

As she had promised her husband's mother, Ayla went that afternoon to be with the maidens of the court. He was still tired from the night before, he had not gotten out of bed until lunchtime, but I wanted to talk to his mother.

Upon entering, all the maids were silent and rose to bow. Agnes of Courtenay got up and went to meet her.

"My dear child, it is an honor to have you here with us. Come and sit beside me. "Le said.

Both came off Sybil and sat on some chairs. Ayla examined in the room. All these were the daughters and wives of noblemen who occupied a place at court. There was a male presence, the little infant Baldwin ran around the room playing with his toy soldiers metal. Luckily, Catherine had not been invited to the meeting.

"How are you, Ayla?" Asked her sister Sybil.

"Well, thank you my lady."

"My lady?" He laughed. "My dear sister, now up to me to call you my wife."

"I'm not used to this to be queen."

The princess turned some attention to the creature that had just hook your neck. The small Baldwin stood on tiptoe and as he sat on the lap of his mother.

"Do not greet your aunt, dear?" He asked his son Sibyl.

The boy stared at her with a smile. That rich was that child.

"Hello, Aunt Ayla." He waved shyly.

"Hello, beautiful. How are you? "

"Well ..." The queen is set deep in the eyes of that little, as beautiful as those of her husband.

Ines stroked his grandson's cheek and went to take her hand to her daughter. Ayla looked at her questioningly.

"This child is beautiful. Right, Ayla? It looks like my son when he was little so they say. Baldwin I separated when he was only one year and not see him again until he was thirteen and was crowned king. "

"It's true, mother. It looks like my brother. And it is so get it as he was. "

"You see ... My daughter is crazy with his son and his brother. Do you like children, Ayla? "

The queen stared at his mother without knowing that answer. I know where his mother was heading. On one hand, I knew if something bad commented before her nothing would happen, but you could tell the Princess Sibylla loved his brother and a bad comment could hurt.

"Yes, I love children." He replied with a smile on his lips.

"It's a shame that my son can give you one. I would have given a very beautiful creatures. "Agnes replied, sticking a sad smile to his daughter.

The small Baldwin fell from his mother's lap and sat on the floor playing with his toy soldiers metal and wooden horses.

"You see my husband has a great affection for his nephew. Yesterday he told me proudly. For he is like a son. "

"We know." Replied Agnes. "And his heir to the throne."

Ayla was played with that comment. I thought she was the heiress to the throne when Baldwin died. Sybil wanted to calm that situation:

"My brother ordered my son coprince before you marry him. But if you reign you marry another man. Now you are the true heir. "

The queen was at ease and made a grateful smile. It meant that the husband she chose rule beside her, and she liked that idea.

"My son is always in solitude and has too many absurd ideas. Not have any distractions. Is normal. Nobody dares to go visit him. Only when it comes Raimundo or guardian of Tyre. That has become a be colder. "

"Baldwin is not cold, mother. If it was, because I would have missed years of his court. As his mother you are, you should go occasionally to visit. "

"I do not enjoy my company. I always made of his quarters. "

"For there must be. One is cold with you. "

"Excuse my daughter, Ayla. It is greatly affected with the illness of his brother. This is what has been brought up together and now they can exchange for a second company. You could you now, as your wife you are, going to happen to him one afternoon. "

Ayla dropped the world over when he said that.

"Do not comendéis her work you should do you. As a mother, you who must take care of your son. "

"Sybil ... What is it today? It is also your responsibility as a wife to visit her husband someday. "

"I guess that's a day that go to him nothing happens." He said to try to calm the situation, wanted to have his mother as an ally.

They were almost all afternoon, talking about issues that had nothing to do with Baldwin. Such as dresses, jewelry and fashions that are carried in the courts of France and England. Ayla began to win over his mother. The two hit it off.

The Queen was the first to go. He said goodbye to his mother and sister giving a kiss to the cheek and then forced the little infant Sibyl to give him a kiss to her aunt. Ayla knelt before him and exchanged a kiss on the cheek. She started caring for that little.

Leaving room, started walking through the halls to his room. He felt the presence of someone walking behind her.

"My lady." She called someone from behind.

Turning around he found the figure of the man who had caught the night before. Beirut Joseph approached her and gave her a kiss on the hand, leaving her speechless and blushing.

"Your presence illuminates these dark hallways, my queen. Again I say again that you are more beautiful than you described it. "

"And you as conqueror as they say, Lord of Beirut." Replied, sticking a laugh man.

"Oh, please, my dear queen, just call me Joseph."

"And you in solitude, Ayla just call me."

"As you wish. Your wish is my command. "

They were both looking into his eyes. Those small and green eyes had Joseph to be nervous when you looked at her.

"I navigated to your quarters, Ayla?"

"Yes, I headed there. I spent the afternoon with the maids, and my mother and my sister. "

"Are not you going to pay a visit to your husband?"

Again, that question hurt. That Manian had all that I go to visit her husband.

"No. I guess my husband will be too tired from yesterday's celebrations, to visit him. "

"Me no need to conceal. I love my king, but I understand that do not wish or approach. A woman as young and as beautiful as you, doomed to live with a man who do not love and above leper. "

Finally someone who understands me thought. He was happy to say that. She loved this man.

"If you ever need to talk to someone about this that is happening to you, count me, my lady."

"Ayla." He corrected.

"That, Ayla. Excuse me, I'm not used to pronounce a name as beautiful as yours. "Gotta get a smile to the queen.

"Thank you for your understanding, Joseph. You are the first who understood the situation I'm going through. "

"You have to thank me. I who thanks God for being able to see you for the first time. "

Again she was blushing. That really was a real man. A man like she always wanted. Handsome, tall, strong, good words and above all, healthy.

"I hope to see you soon, Ayla."

"I hope so too, Joseph."

Again he turned his hand to kiss. With a smirk, the queen turned and turned to move towards his quarters. I wanted the time to go to meet the man. Joseph of Beirut, until his name sounded good.