"Say, Francis, you seem very attached to me... Why?" The blonde female lifted her gaze from the ground in front of her to look at the male that sat next to her.

"What do you mean, Jeanne, I love you; that's why I'm attached to you." He chuckled and wrapped an arm around her shoulders.

Her lips twisted into a small frown. "Well, you have to stop." She grumbled.

"What?" His blue eyes were wide with confusion.

Jeanne giggled and wrapped her arm around his shoulders as well. "I'm only joking with you." She then kissed his cheek and stood from the small bench. "Are we going to ride or not?" She dropped her right hip and placed her hand on said hip.

Francis stood with a smile on his face and stole a small kiss from her lips, knowing she would get furious but taking the chance. "The horses are waiting." He winked and took a hold of her hand, dragging her over to the stables.

"Francis!" She groaned loudly as she followed after him. She had told him over and over not to do that, but he always disobeyed.

On this sunny Sunday morning, since Jeanne had no duties to accomplish thus far, they decided to go for a small picnic up in the hills. It was Francis' suggestion and after much pestering, he had convinced Jeanne.

Well... It was sunny at first...

"Francis..." She mumbled as they began to set down the mantle.

Francis perked his head up and gazed at Jeanne. "Oui?" He lifted his eyebrow.

"You chose the worst day to come on a picnic." She sighed and clucked.

Francis frowned and crossed his arms. "And why is that?"

"It is obviously going to rain."

Francis looked up at the sky and could not see a storm approaching... Until he looked to the west, where dark grey clouds were heading their way. He grunted loudly and ran a hand through his hair exasperatedly. "I did not think-"

"It is fine Francis, let us simplify enjoy this until it begins to pour." Jeanne smiled as she set the food down. "Wine?" She inquired with a soft grin on her features.

"Oui." Francis smiled and took the wine bottle from her hands. Maybe he would always be content with their friendship... He wanted more but, when she said that it was not possible, he understood. He loved her and she felt the same way towards him, but she had warned him not to get too close to her for she knew of the dangers of falling in love with a mortal.

"Can you pour me some?" She asked as she continued to take the food out from the basket.

Francis nodded lightly.

"I think... I think that we should not finish the bottle." Her one had changed slightly and he could not quite understand her pondering, he had a feeling that she was not actually about to day that.

"It is best that way." He agreed and sat down after helping her unpack the food.

"I love meat." She laughed and took a bite of the steak they had brought along with them.

"Who doesn't?" Francis smiled.

"Many people." Jeanne reasoned while cutting another piece of the meat. "Vegetarians, and random people..." She spoke before filling her mouth again.

"Hm," it went silent for a while, "may I kiss you?"

"No." Jeanne was cruel, Francis though, but he knew better.

"C'mon, please?"

"No."

"I promise I will not ever kiss you again. This will be the last time."

"No." Now that one was different. This time around he had said no because... Well because she did not want him to promise something so stupid. She found it stupid because she did like his kisses, she loved them, and she could not make him promise something that would hurt her too. She wanted him to kiss her over and over again, she did not want him to stop the small sweet kisses.

"Okay." He hung his head as she laid back on the mantle.

Her blue orbs gazed up at the sky and she could only dream about being at peace and leaving the war.

"It's beautiful." He voice was a whisper.

"It is..." He mumbled back.

"The English say they will burn me when they get a hold of me. Do you think they will get to me?" It was as if it were a secret she had been keeping, and she was only trying to tell him in a room full of people, although there was no one around them.

"I will never allow for that to happen." He was serious when he spoke, his head turning towards her, letting his own blue eyes fall upon her face.

"Thank you." Maybe she knew, maybe she knew that she would be captured, maybe she knew that the French would turn a blind eye, maybe she knew that the English were too cruel, because her words were full of though. "Death by fire is a horrible death... The flames engulf your body and you slowly melt. Your skin is charred and-"

"Jeanne... Please stop." Francis fell back on the mantle next to her as he demanded for her to cease her explanation.

"Sorry." Was all she could utter.

They stared up at the sky in silence, awaiting for the rain to fall down upon them.

"I love you." He whispered up at the sky as a rain drop hit his cheek.

"I love you." He repeated this time a little louder as the rain drops fell faster, covering his body and wetting his hair.

"I love you." He stated, rain kissing his face and sending shivers all over his body.

"I love you." He yelled it, startling her, right as the rain poured down, raging war against the ground below it.

It was loud. The rain seemed as if it would fall forever. She did not move, neither did he. They lay on the floor, feeling the strong water droplets that hit them with harshness and determination. There was something he swore he heard; a small choke, a bite back of tears, the sound of a heart breaking. Even if he heard the leaves yelling at one another as they brushed each other by, or the battle cries of the rain as they met the ground, or the growls of the clouds above them, or even the wind that hissed, he heard her; her suppressed sobs and quiet cries. He could hear the tears streaming down her face.

"Jeanne."

"No!" She barked. "No! You cannot love me, Francis, I will only hurt you."

"Jeanne..."

"Francis! No! Stop it!" She screamed as she quickly sat up, he knew that the water that sprung from her eyes was not the rain that beat her, but rather her tears, even if he wished it was the rain.

"Jeanne..." He too sat up and enraptured her in a tight hug.

She tried to pull away. "You cannot love me, Francis!" She yelled.

"I love you."

"You cannot!" She screamed as he brought her closer. Her arms were prying them apart but he held onto her firmly.

"I have already fallen in love with you."

Jeanne stopped pulling away and fell into his arms instead. She sobbed into his chest as she gripped his shirt tightly. She would occasionally choke on the falling rain but she continued to cry over and over again. "You will live on, and I will die! Don't love me!" She pounded on his chest as he held her closer. The rain still poured and he wondered when it would stop. "Please, please don't love me!"