She was so beautiful, so passionate, so amazing, and so very young. Much too young to go. To this day I still remember her smiling face, her laugh like silver bells, her stubborn determination, her big heart, her strong spirit. I remember how she used to take me by the hand and go to the fields where we would climb the trees an make crowns of wildflowers. I remember how she would not stop until she got what she wanted, and how happy she would be when she did. I remember how she would fearlessly face anything that this world threw at her. Even death could not faze her. And to this day, I still remember the pain, as if it was just yesterday even though many centuries have passed since then. I still remember how my boss blamed me for it, said that I had befriended a witch and thus brought her to her demise. He made stand there and watch as the love of my life, my dear, sweet, strong, fearless Joan, was tied up and burned alive. How could the world be so cruel? I knew that being a human Joan would die one day, but I had thought that day would not come until much later, when she had grown old with me by her side. But no. It would never be. Instead she was cut down by the very same man that she had helped to the throne, still only a beautiful young girl of fifteen. I did not even get to tell her my goodbyes before she was ripped from my arms and forced away from me, quite literally. Oh how I tried, with all my strength and will and might, to protect her from those monsters. I was going to take her and we would run away together to live our life as we had dreamed it would be. They claimed that as a witch, she had put a spell on me, and while it is true that a spell was indeed cast, it was not one of magic or curses, not a spell that a witch could cast. Joan had made me fall madly in love with her the moment I first laid eyes on her. That was the spell, love. Not that they could understand, even though I tried to explain even as I defended her. But my efforts were in vain. Joan was taken away from me, and I was forced to watch her death as my boss was convinced that that,was the only way to break the "curse" she had on me. It did not work. Nothing can ever break the spell of true love, and it only made the pain worse as I watched her go up in flames. To this day I still remember her. All of her. From the joy of having her by my side, to the pain of seeing her taken away from me. I still wonder if I will ever truly love anyone ever again. Sure, there may be one certain Englishmen, but I highly doubt that with how we fight that he will love me back. But even if he does, I can never love anyone the way I lived Joan. I can still feel her warmth as she lay in the grass beside me in the shade of the oak tree in which she carved our names, still smell her faint sent of wildflowers and fresh baked bread as we drift to sleep there, the way her soft hair waved in the gentle afternoon breeze. And sometimes, when I walk that same field we made all those memories in, when the sun is shining and the wind carries the smell of wildflowers, I can still hear her sweet voice. And when I walk the hidden trail in the forest we made together, from the corner of my eye I can see her, laughing that silver bell laugh as she twirls and dances under the trees. If only if I could hold her in my arms, just once more... Oh how I miss you, Joan. I will never forget you, mon amour.