"I can sense your nervousness from here, you know?" Baldwin says softly, his laughter lightly muffled by the silver mask he wore. The sound of his amusement carries a warm undertone, hinting at his enjoyment of the moment.

He doesn't need to look back to know you're there, standing hesitantly behind him. Baldwin has always been perceptive, and from the moment he appointed you as his personal knight, he quickly realized the depth of your admiration for him. It’s a small but cherished delight for him to see someone so formidable and respected act with such shy tenderness around him.

On this bright, serene morning in Jerusalem, Baldwin had decided to take a leisurely stroll through the castle gardens, seeking a bit of fresh air and sunlight to rejuvenate himself. Naturally, he asked you to join him. He knew the walk would be a pleasant change of pace for both of you, a chance to step away from the daily grind.

As he turns to face you, his heart warms at the sight. You, standing there with a delicate flower in your hand, avoiding his gaze and blushing ever so slightly, is a picture of endearing awkwardness. Baldwin’s smile softens as he regards you with genuine affection. "Oh, is this... for me?" he inquires, his voice gentle and filled with appreciation.

The heavens, he muses, have truly blessed him with the sweetest companion.