Letters to France
Dear France,
I have been captured by that frog, England, if I try to escape they will kill me, if I try to testify for what is right they will kill me, what shall I do? Thy Lord shall show her great strength and do what is right, it looks like I will be enclosed in this cell for a long time.
Yours truly, Joan
Dear Joan,
On God's name, you feel my upmost, heartfelt sorrow, for I grieve for your location on where the bloodied England lays, I shalt send armies upon soldiers to rescue your armour and for that, my love will burst those iron bars separating us, but our souls stay connected, together as one.
Yours only, France
Dear France,
I missed you dearly, England is a blasted chicken, who speaks nothing but hogwash, and his food is astonishingly horrible. I shall return in a matter of forty days and nights then we shall reunite and meet in a warm embrace, I wish the best days for you.
Yours truly, Joan
Dear Joan'
You seem not to be responding to my love filled rescue parties, what must be the cause of my confusion? On any other way, the news cast upon thy ears are quite fine and filled with joy, I look forward to our reunion, for one I say again, Je t'aime!
Yours only, France
Dear France,
I hate to bear on you the news of bad will but my time has come to a stop and I must say farewell, for this is the last letter you shall receive from my hand, for that within a week my soul shall be the Heavenly Father and my body nothing but ash, for shall I say, I will forever love your heart, for mine you shall treasure for as long as you yearn, for my being of physical standings shall vanish, then I must have presence of air but you will feel my most honest, faithful love on thy soul, shall I be by your side, forever more than my cloud of thy love, for I shall begone for the best interest of our people, farewell my love.
Your lover, Joan
Later when France received that letter from Joan he broke down in tears, waterfalling down his face, each droplet filled with an emotion so strong it cannot be described. France raised his troops and headed for England, he himself would go straight to the demonised Arthur and take him down with his own hands, after he had done that he would go visit the sight of Joan's death throne and mourn for his proud and triumphant lover, for she was his pride and now that she was gone, he wasn't going to let his guard down easily, it was time for revenge, the time of WAR!