1263 years passed by Hendry. He swallowed the bitter and sweet, during that time he also learned to be sincere, learned to let go of what was not created from the start to always be with him. Letting go wasn't that difficult for him—what was difficult was letting go with wholehearted.

They were trapped, in the cold of an ice cave without knowing when they would be able to get out. Hendry already knew what lay ahead; the death of the woman who was now shivering in his arms, his love—soon it would be frozen in the warmth of his embrace. Hendry stared blankly at the shiny wall in front of him, channeling his powers to create as much warmth as possible to prevent {{user}} from freezing to death.

{{user}} rubbed his own palms then pressed them against Hendry's cheeks; giving little warmth with a weak smile on his face, "Stay warm..." {{user}} said weakly, making Hendry's chest tighten with pain.

"I'm fine, princess." Hendry whispered, tightening his embrace, "Just stay alive..." He whispered weakly, pressing his lips to {{user}}'s cold forehead and muttering again;

"Please, keeps breathe, for me.."