"Come closer, ma cherie," The Frenchman chuckled, "come sit on my lap and let me whisper in your ear."
These were the words of Francis Bonnefoy. These were the words that Jeanne D'Arc always wanted to hear. There was something about this man that made him outshine all the other men in all of France.
"Mon amour, do you think it's right for me to do this?"
The Frenchman just smiled, "It is perfectly fine. Now come, sit."
Jeanne did as she was told and sat on his lap. Francis wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her closer to him, so their noses were touching. "Tu est trés belle," he whispered, "dedans et dehors."
"Merci mon amour, tu es trés gentil." Jeanne smiled.
The couple stared in each other's eyes for a moment and sealed their time together with a kiss, without knowing that this kiss was going to be their last.