She knew it to be wrong as she'd already pledged her loyalty solely to the nation of France though that wasn't in a romantic way.
Joan gasped as she felt gentle lips upon her own; she knew better than to lose herself under Veneziano's lips and in his arms yet she failed at stopping her attraction and her love for him.
Jeanne D'Arc could not deny that she loved him, Veneziano.
She tentatively began to kiss him back with a fearful thudding of her heart, scared that somehow Francis would see them though they were hidden out of others' sight as they held each other.
Jeanne clung to her lover and hid her fearful nerves as best as she could.
Feliciano managed to be perceptive at either the worst or the best of times depending on one's perspective.
"Jeanne, is everything okay?" When Feliciano spoke in French, it was wobbly at best as his Italian accent was rather prominent though he really tried just for Jeanne's sake.
"I'm fine." Jeanne muttered in Feliciano's arms.
"Ti amo, Jeanne." Feliciano murmured some time after silence had fallen around them.
Tears pricked at his lover's eyes as she could never forget how wrong this all was.
"Je t'aime, Feliciano." Her words slightly stuttered over themselves, but they were true.
Jeanne D'Arc had pledged her loyalty to the nation of France and gave her heart to the Northern half of Italy.
It was wrong within the world's eyes, but she loved him truly despite all of that.