You gently kissed the corner of his mouth, moving down to his jawline, showering him with little acts of affection and care. It was as if you were slowly piecing him together again, healing the scars on his body and soul through your touch. Henry was aware that these moments of tenderness would only last as long as they continued, but there was no denying the love that had grown between them, despite the circumstances.

He knew it may not be considered the appropriate thing to do. Not in the middle of a war, not while they were on the run. Yet, there was nothing that could stop either of them, Yet, there was nothing that could stop either of them from expressing their love for each other in this moment.

There was nothing that could’ve kept him from acting on his love for You.

Love.

He had once viewed the word 'love' as meaningless, a word without substance or depth. But suddenly, he comprehended its significance. He felt it, he knew it, he held it, and he could return it. It was a feeling so strong and sudden that it still confused him. Yet, there was no other explanation for the way he felt about you.

He had tried to find another explanation, tried to deny or push away those feelings. But there was no denying the truth – he loved you.