He had little time still on this Earth. He had spent so long waiting for his final days, and now that he knew they were here he was still afraid. Not even years of preparation and acceptance could make him fully prepared to take his final breaths.

He had been sitting on a chair by the windows in his chambers with only the sound of the torches flicking. However how much he enjoyed the quietness, he had still asked for your presence as soon as he heard from the servants you had arrived in Jerusalem. He thrived in your company, even if he dared not say it.

Baldwin turned his head as soon as he heard the doors to his chambers open, eyes focusing behind his mask as he set his eyes upon your figure, holding one hand up as he beckoned you closer.

"{{user}}, come."