Francis began to pack his things for he was to leave later today. He sighed heavily because he wasn't ready to leave just yet. He didn't want to leave Jeanne all by herself because he just cared for her way too much. He needed to be next to her. He needed that.

"Are you ready?" Jeanne asked from the door.

Francis turned around and saw his one and only angel standing at the doorway. He smiled for he knew he would miss her. "Oui, I am." He whispered.

She smiled in return and turned to leave. "Oh, Francis, bonne chance." She added before walking away. Jeanne didn't want to see him go or say anything to stop him from leaving because she knew the king needed them. Plus, she needed to cope- just like Francis would.

She tried to dismiss the issue from her mind but it stuck, why did she have to think so much about him?

Francis entered the room with his belongings pack and in a carriage. "Au revoir, mon bel ange." He smiled and walked over to her. He slowly placed a sweet kiss on her cheek. "Take care and please do not get yourself in trouble." He chuckled.

"Isn't that my line?" Jeanne tilted her head.

"Oui, Je sais mon amour, It is. I will also take care of myself. I promise."

"I know. But don't let Arthur get to you and don't end up committing suicide because you know that's a sin."

"Je sais mère."

"I am not your mother!"

"Oui, Je sais. I am just teasing you mon petit kitten."

"You are a pain, did you know that Francis?" Jeanne chuckled.

"I know. I know I am." Francis laughed and kissed her forehead. "Goodbye my little angel."

Jeanne stood still as she watched him slowly leave the room and walk out the door. Something inside her twisted and twirled- she didn't want him to leave. For God's sake! They were at war and at any moment they can get attacked. Francis could die, but most likely, she would die. What if she does? What if she dies and Francis is not at her side?

She began to think about it for quite a while before running out the door.

"Francis!" She yelled as his carriage began to depart.

"Francis!" She then ran after it and jumped onto the step on the carriage door before opening it.

Francis stood in amazement. How the hell did she appear in front of him all of the sudden.

"Je t'aime." She mumbled and kissed him.

Francis was taken aback by such action and smirked into the kiss. God loved him. He snaked his arms around her waist and kissed her back with equally the same amount of passion given to him.

After a while they broke the sweet kiss. A lovely ghostly kiss.

"Je t'aime aussi." He chuckled as he pressed his forehead against hers. "I promise I'll come back for you and this stupid war will all be over. Then we'll get married, Okay?" He whispered.

"Oui, I'd really love that." Jeanne whispered back though in a more hushed tone as her face burned a lovely crimson red. Blushing furiously she pecked his lips once more before getting off the carriage.

Francis couldn't stop her despite how much he wanted her to be by his side. He didn't speak for he was also overjoyed. She had never confessed her love for him until now. In all honesty, he could die like this. Happiness over flowing within him and nothing more to achieve.

He smiled at the thought of Jeanne. She was truly divine. He was truly in love with her and nothing could come in between their love. Nothing.

As he continued his journey he had fallen into a deep sleep.

At the time being Jeanne walked back to the tent. As she burned of embarrassment she smiled at herself. That could be considered one of her greatest accomplishments; confessing to her 'significant other' – if you can refer to him as such.

"Commander D'arc, How come you look like a tomato?" A soldier asked.

"Shouldn't you be doing you work? Last time I checked you skipped mass. So get you lazy arse to where you're supposed to be." Jeanne retorted.

She was only mean because she cared. On the downside, he soldiers never got away with much. She was strict to the bone.

The soldier nodded. "Yes sir. I'm sorry sir." He answered and hurried away before she could give him any more punishments.

Jeanne arrived back at her respectful tent and sighed. Well, Francis was gone now, and who knows for how long. She was now lonely for –hopefully- a short while.

As Jeanne looked into a mirror she noticed her hair was getting longer than it should be. Why did she have to cut it over and over? It was such a pain.

She took a hold of her sword- Francis' "Bienvenue à l'armée" gift; with most love- and held a lock of her hair before cutting it.

She remembered the first day she had ever done that.

"Well, mon amour, if you ever want to be in my army, you have to cut that lovely hair of yours, although I don't want you to." Francis looked at Jeanne.

"B-But...Fine; if it is what God wants me to do." She sighed.

Francis passed her his sword and helped her cut her hair.

"Careful! You're going to decapitate me!" Jeanne scolded as Francis landed in a pile of laughter. He had the blade way to close to her neck.

"Je suis desole, mon amour, but I can assure you that you won't die." He replied and continued to help her.

Jeanne looked around the tent hoping he would be there yet she knew he wouldn't pop out of nowhere- like he always does- and wrap her in a warm and tight embrace whilst whispering that he will never ever let her go.

She already missed him and it hadn't even been a day. She loved him so dearly.


!~~Author's note~~!

Thank you Abigail Izumi , For your lovely review, I am very happy to hear you like it and thank you for raising my awareness to translate! Thanks!

Translations:

Oui= Yes

Bonne Chance= Good luck

Au revoir, mon bel ange = Goodbye my beautiful angel

Je sais mère = I know mother

Je sais = I know

Je t'aime = I love you

Je t'aime aussi= I love you too

I hope you enjoyed it~ I look forward to writing the next chapter...