WARNING:
Many fucking feels.
If you have nothing against that;
listen to
A Thousand Years - Christina Perri.
"Arthur! If you take one step closer to her, I will decapitate your head!" France screamed to the British man.
His love, Joan, was tied to the pole. She was crying, you could see that so very clearly. She wasn't struggling to get away. She knew it was meaning-less.
"Try me", he smirked and took one step closer to Jeanne with his torch.
Just as he'd done that, Francis flew against him with his sword. "No! Francis! Don't!" Joan cried.
England blocked the hit just in time. They struggled like that for a while. At last, it looked like France was going to win over him.
"Light the girl on fire!" England suddenly screamed to his men. Francis froze as he saw the British army throwing the torches, so that the hay underneath Joan was light on fire.
Because of his shock, Francis loosed the control, and suddenly he was on the ground, Arthurs sword against his throat. "She will burn, Francis. She will burn for her sins."
Francis cried. England let him go, just so that he could see his loved one burn. She was crying too. Their eyes met for the last time.
I love you. Joan mouthed
France didn't respond. He just fell on his knees and screamed.
Joan closed her eyes. One last tear dripping down on the fire. If this had been a Disney-movie, that tear would've saved her. But this was reality.
The last thing she heard was Francis telling her how much he loved her, such as he'd done those so many nights they'd had.