Zacharie was a member in the French Army, age fifteen.
He was strong, sweet, smart, handsome and in love.
Mona was leading the Army of Monaco, alongside her twin brother.
She was fast, cunning, beautiful and in love.
These two were the best of friends, spending every second they could together.
They knew each other's most personal secrets.
Nothing could tear them apart.
Not even the coming war.
They of course had no idea it was coming.
They sat in the parks, talking and laughing.
Until one day he didn't show, the next day the same.
Soon word reached her of the French Revolution, followed soon by the French themselves.
She, her brother and their army were ready, they fought as hard as they could.
After quite a bit of fighting, the two friends came face-to-face.
They were alone, they could have killed each other.
They of course didn't.
Instead they say in the middle of the empty battle field, talking and laughing.
They confessed their love and shared a kiss.
Then they went back to their sides of the fight.
Not too long after that, Mona and her brother surrendered.
As she made her way, through the bodies of the fallen someone tugged on the leg of her pants.
Zacharie lay there, half dead.
She dropped to her knees next to him, tears stinging her eyes.
He told her goodbye, as she held tight to his hand, like he was a lifeline for herself.
He took his late breath and she closed his eyes.
It was her fault he was dead.
For Mona wasn't normal.
She didn't just lead the Army of Monaco, she was Monaco.
She was immortal and a country.
Falling in love with a human brought horrible and untimely death.
She squeezed his hand one last time before she stood and walked away.
She never forgave herself.
Even after over three centuries, her heart still called for him, her earss till wanted to hear his voice.
She has no idea that he's her Guardian Angel.