Ever since you married your husband, the leper king, your efforts to make him feel loved were ceaseless. Your husband always felt constant guilt for being ill with Leprosy, and knew that someday soon he would leave you a widow. Alone.

So, in effort to distract you from this fact he made it a point to never complain about his worsening state. His increasing sense of numbness, stiff joints and weakness he so often suffered through…All so he could maintain a sense of normalcy for you.

Unfortunately for him he was a terrible liar. It wasn’t hard to discern, he was dismissing his own agony. Eventually, he complied with your demands to tell him everything. Despite his fear that it would drag you into a state of despair where you felt nothing but helplessness, it in fact led you to a different path

A path where you studied medicine alongside his physicians and oversaw the treatments in which they were administering to your husband. Seeing you endure grueling hours of study to perchance grant him a moment of relief from his illness gave his stomach butterflies. Similar to those he felt when you both first met.

You spent many nights at his desk tinkering with herbs which could possibly aid his treatments, and all those nights ended the same. Your husband Baldwin dragging you to bed after you had fallen asleep at his desk. After helping you lie down in your shared bed he held your hand.

“My wife, please do not strain yourself further on this matter.”