The following morning, Francis awoke to an empty tent. No longer did Jeanne lie beside him on the bed. She was long gone and the sun had not even shinned.

Francis sighed and stood from the rather weird bed. He looked around only hoping it wasn't all a dream. If it was he would certainly be depressed. Yet if it wasn't, he would be jumping on one foot. He would be more than overjoyed.

Once he had exited the tent he found what he'd been looking for. Jeanne D'arc. The keeper of his dreams, the saviour of his soul. It was his lovely Fleur D'amour. He was truly in love with such creation.

Jeanne looked to where Francis stood in awe. "Bonjour, mon ami." She greeted and smiled at him. Her eyes were filled with compassion and pureness.

Nothing happened between them for the following seconds other than smiles. Francis walked to her and was tempted to kiss her cheek but he held his temptation. He would do that later.

Francis took his time to start the conversation. "Jeanne...Je t'aime." He mumbled. For some reason he was blushing- why now? I mean, Francis has always told Jeanne he loved her and never – ever- at anytime has he blushed while doing so.

The light shade of red conquered his cheeks. Jeanne in return giggled. "You look like a rose." She stated in her usual angelic voice. "Well, Francis, we have to get the army moving. We're attacking today, comprendez-vous?" She asked.

Francis nodded his head sheepishly. "Oui mon amour." He replied. His blush had vanished and he no longer felt embarrassed for admitting his feelings to her.

As Francis descended back into his tent for a short while, Jeanne couldn't help but notice the soldier whom stared at her intently. She looked away and ignored his stare, yet whenever she looked his way she caught him staring. She had begun to feel quite uncomfortable.

As Francis returned in his armour he caught site of the same man that looked at Jeanne. He immediately caught the intentions hidden in the soldier's eyes.

Francis walked towards the man as his blood boiled. Jeanne, on the other hand, had still wondered what he was doing. As soon as Francis reached the man he swung a punch- which landed on the soldier's jaw.

"Keep your eyes elsewhere, do you understand?" Francis hissed, venom leaking from every word.

The soldier muttered some curse words before responding the usual 'yes sir'.

"If I ever catch you staring again, you won't just end up with a bruised jaw."

As soon as the words left Francis' mouth he pivoted on his left heel and walked back to Jeanne where she stood stunned. The trees had made small noises as the wind rushed past them- the only sound heard for a while.

Francis crossed the muddy grassed floor over to Jeanne, as he reached her he made sure the soldier was not staring. As soon as he confirmed that the dirty brown eyes did not land upon the innocent angel he smiled at her.

"F-Francis...what did you do that for?!" Jeanne panicked. She was surely confused and not aware of the situation; concluding in another trait of hers- obliviousness.

"I did not like the way that soldier was staring at you." Francis shrugged and popped a Strawberry into his mouth, seeing that they were in the crates in front of Jeanne.

"Francis, how many times have I told you? I can take care of myself. I don't need your help. If you didn't like the way he was looking at me you could have told me. I would have taken care of it." Jeanne was annoyed as her eyebrows furrowed. She was a lady and she was a darn military leader. She could take care of herself; Francis didn't need to watch over her all the time.

"Well, I didn't have any patience." Francis replied in monotone. Jeanne and he had had many fights like this.

"Then ask God for some damn patience." Jeanne hissed. She never liked to be the maiden in distress. She wasn't up for saving people. She was the one saving the people.

Jeanne pushed past him and got on the crates. "Okay! Listen up ladies. I know that you all found out that I'm a girl, well newsflash; you aren't treating me like one. If I ever catch any of you looking at me in an uncomfortable way or even treat me like I'm not good enough, I shall remind you that I got my rank for a damn good reason. Now, get your lazy butts up and let's take these English rats down!" She cheered.

Everyone had cheered after her as well. And then a prayer was spoken by the army to aid them at this battle.

As soon as the prayers were finished, Jeanne walked down towards Francis. "I know you care about me, but please just let me handle things. I can do this." She stated and kissed his cheek.

Francis had decided to pull her way from the rejoicing troops. He took her behind some trees not to far from the camp site. There he spoke to her.

"Jeanne, I thought you said that God said to leave Paris for last." Francis mumbled.

"He did, but I can't wait. I have to liberate Paris." Jeanne mumbled in return as she looked at her feet.

"Did he inform you to attack?"

"No. I'm stepping out of that for just this battle. Though I still ask for God's wisdom and help."

"I understand but, you shouldn't have gone against God's wishes. What if we fail?"

"Us? Fail? Francis, we went through this. We will not fail for we have the one and only true God on our side."

"Yes, but we are going against his wishes."

"Yes, I know that. But I know my lord will guide us."

Francis nodded and agreed. He hoped Jeanne would be right because he wanted to bring results back to the castle. In addition, if they obtain Paris, they obtain everything.

"If that is all, then we shall continue." Jeanne began to walk away, only to get stopped by Francis.

He spun her around and wrapped her in his arms. "You were in my tent yesterday evening, is that correct?" He mumbled against the soft skin of her neck. Jeanne nodded in return.

Francis kissed up her neck and around her jaw line, finally reaching her lips. As a result of this, Jeanne burned a crimson red.

"F-Francis! Stop! Someone might see us!" She nagged once his lips parted from hers, though she missed their plumpness.