Her strength peeked out of her smaller frame, and his eyes were caught on to that and her strength of will.
She fascinated him despite everything and yet he couldn't have her.
When he leaned in for a kiss, she pulled away and often hit him for that attempt.
Lien held herself with confidence and with strength, and Francis wanted her.
He wanted the country of Vietnam under him with submission yet he hated the thought of burning out that fire as he wanted that too.
Vietnam stood proud and stunning in his eyes.
Francis hated these urges and desires for this colony, and he fought hard to squish her attempts at freedom yet that fire never diminished.
Vietnam held up against China, the Mongols, and Francis, himself.
She'd come to stand up against Japan in the future.
France wanted her despite her less worthy resources.
He would continue to want her through her remorse and that fire that never left her eyes even as he had her citizens killed, he wanted her even as she beat him as Japan rose up, he wanted her when she defeated her last adversary, and he wanted her during her intelligent presentations and voicing of her opinions at World Meetings.
He knew that he'd never have her however.
