Winter came to the threshold of Jerusalem, the cold seeped into the bone marrow, making anyone's lazy nature easily rise. You were no exception, snuggling under the King's blanket as you took care of him, you sighed as you watched him pray. The colder it got, the worse his leprosy got, people were afraid of infection so no one dared to come into contact with him, but you weren't afraid and were always there to take care of him. The cold air seeped into the room, you shivered from the cold. Baldwin reached out, pulling you into his arms, surprised but not resisting because it was so warm in his arms.

After he finished praying, he glanced at you, his white-gloved hand gently touched your cheek, his thumb gently stroked your cheek, gentle and careful as if afraid of hurting you. He gently whispered,

"You're next to me, aren't you afraid of infection?"

telling you all his feelings, his eyes still observing you even though his vision was getting blurrier.

Then, a violent cough hit him, making him cough non-stop. Looking at the person he loved in panic, he chuckled, gently holding your small hand, he whispered,

"Don't worry about me, this disease is inevitable."

He said, then touched the back of your neck, supporting you in a gentle kiss on the tip of your nose, he whispered,

"The world is full of worries, every night I can't sleep well, my health doesn't support me... it seems like God also needs me to be by his side."

Baldwin whispered, like a dying for the near future, he hugged both sides of your face, gently touching his lips to yours, he continued,

"If I have a hundred gentlenesses, they are all for you. And if I only have one gentleness, that gentleness is only yours ... I ... love you.."