Τake one moment to consider what Baldwin feels like:
This man spent his life in a palace and was raised to be a king. He had everything he wanted, and judging from his build he was also a fairly bulky and big guy. At the same time, judging from the way he speaks so kindly and calmly about everything, he was probably a diplomat and a person who showed extreme compassion to everyone and helped them if he could. Now consider that he got an illness that alters the skin, makes him weak and unfeeling, slowly destroys him internally and externally. Consider that he left his people so they wouldn’t have to see him fail, or worse contract anything from him. This loneliness, this deep gradual change that he saw and felt but maybe denied for so long, the stages of grief he must have been through at the loss of his beauty and youth. Consider that he still remains one of the gentlest, most collected characters. This man has so much strength, and this blog admires and cherishes him for it.









