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The Leper King's Healer

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?

Gayle · 历史言情
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67 Chs

Chapter 59

The royal chamber hummed with a palpable tension, the air thickened by the gravity of the impending discussion. Philippa, resolute and regal, sat at the head of the room, her gaze steady as she awaited the counsel of her trusted advisors.

William, the Archbishop of Tyre, rose from his seat, his expression etched with concern. "Your Majesty," he began, his voice measured and laden with the weight of responsibility. "I must express my deep reservations about the journey you're contemplating. Meeting Louis VII of France is not without peril, especially considering the history between his kingdom and your family. Let me dispatch messengers or envoys on your behalf."

Philippa, ever composed, met William's gaze with an inquisitive arch of her eyebrow. "Speak your mind, Archbishop. What really concerns you?"