~Author's note~

Hey! It's kinda late again. Sorry :$ Summer school's over so I can update more often. Unless... I get lazy :x Anyways, I made a LOT of mistakes last chapter. Forgive me... I hope this one has none :$

And you should be happy! I'm stalling! Just a warning... She's getting captured soon - *x*

The journey to Compiegne was rather long. And somewhere along the way there, Francis had done something to upset Jeanne. In all honesty he was not even sure what it was. Probably some remark he had made to one of the soldiers, or something of the sort.

Either way, this made Francis think back on the first time ever that Jeanne had gotten really mad at him, to the point she did not even want to hear his name mentioned at a meeting for an entire month. Oh boy, was that a hassle. It all started one summer's evening.

The day was lovely and the sun shun down rather beautifully as it set. As always, Francis was at a tavern and talking to a lovely waitress there. Of course she wasn't as lovely as Jeanne but hey, he was drunk.

After taking his 15th goblet of 30% wine, he laughed at a stupid joke the waitress had told. Something about flowers or such. Either way, the flirting grew and soon enough Francis was enchanted by the woman's charm.

He looked at her and smiled brightly, although deep down he was upset. Today, Jeanne had told him to 'get lost' while she did some work. Of course, that was the reason he was even here, he still wondered why he took it to heart so badly.

"And so I said it was nothing of the sort. Of course she was outraged and" –Francis was not really listening to what the woman was saying but only nodded and mumbled a "Oui" every now and then.

Somehow, out of nowhere, the woman kissed him. It was a rather lustful and aggressive kiss. She tasted like aged meat, of which disgusted Francis, but of course he was drunk, as was mentioned before.

At that exact moment, Jeanne walked into the Tavern. She looked for the blond male and founds him gnawing on the waitress. Disgust filled her bosom and she could feel something within it ache. As of her heart dropped or shattered into millions of billions of pieces.

She stomped all the way to the kissing adults and pried them apart. "In God's name! What are you doing? You should be in the palace gathering the forces! We leave at dawn tomorrow. Do something productive!" Jeanne commanded. She hid her heartbreak rather well and did not let the slightest bit of disappointment leave her body.

"B-but Jeanne" –A hiccup –"I am doing something productive." Francis grinned idiotically, His lips smeared with red lipstick.

"Productive? Eating this woman's face is not productive! How could you just-"

"You heard him, love, he doesn't want to go with you. Now stop playing soldier and put on a dress, men won't be interested in you." The woman laughed.

"I don't want a man. What I want is respect and ma'am I can assure you that is something that you don't have a lot of. Men don't respect you. They use you. It's not too late to change, ask God for his forgiveness and God shall grant it." Jeanne hissed.

"Men don't respect me? At least they lay eyes upon me. Look at you, who would want you? That is why, this man is with me and not you. I'm appealing and you are not." A sarcastic frown perched on the woman's blood red lips.

"I don't need a man's lust. I need their respect, as I mentioned before. Now if the that man" –Jeanne pointed at Francis –"doesn't want to help me. I don't need to help him, but since I follow God's teachings, I will help him. And at least I know that I'll always be on his mind, and you will only be there for one night." And with that she stormed out.

Francis followed behind her, not caring about anything but her, even after the waitress tried to stop him. He followed her all the way to a fountain near the palace. It was easy to find her because as she ran, her armour was clattering loudly.

He saw her crying at the fountain. She was hurt and he knew she felt betrayed. Her wails were loud and her sobs were cut as she tried to breath, of which was hard because she felt her chest concaving.

"Jeanne..." Francis whispered.

"Go away! Leave me alone!" She hissed.

"Jeanne, I'm so sorry."

"This is why I wanted to give my entire heart to God! Because he will never break it!" She turned to yell at him, tears streaming down her face.

"Je suis désolé." Francis mumbled, his voice so quiet. Guilt filled his body from head to toe. How could he make an angel like her cry? He felt like Satan.

"You know, I wish I could hate you! Yet I can not. And that really hurts me." Her sobbing continued. "I thought that maybe you cared. Maybe you would thank me for helping you through this rough time, but you don't care. You really don't and that... that is selfish and stupid... and –and idiotic. I can not stand you anymore."

"Jeanne, I really am sorry. I never meant to hurt you. I'm drunk and I was upset. I do care. I care a lot about you."

"If you did, you never would have kissed her! I exist. Do you remember the maid that is here to save your idiotic life? Yeah that's right. She's still alive and if any little inch of you cared, you would have shown me respect, but you didn't." No longer did she cry, but instead her mind was filled with rage. "I'm risking my life for your sorry butt, and this is how you treat me? Like an animal? Not even! I've seen animals been more respected than I've been. It's over, Francis. Anything we even had, it is now over. And I'm not doing this for you anymore. I'm only doing this for God. Because he is the only one who loves me. I will not accept your apology, so don't even try." Her eyes seemed to burn red. Her hair covered her eye brows, but you could still tell she was extremely angry. Her face was crimson, and with a last scoff she ran off. Leaving Francis to reflect on her words.

Francis guided his horse to Jeanne. "Je suis désolé, mon amour. Forgive me." Francis whispered.

" I forgive you. Just don't be so idiotic next time. You don't have to treat the soldiers that bad. You know, they're giving their lives up for you. So please be courteous of them." Jeanne smiled.

Francis returned her smile with an even brighter one. "I care a lot about you. I love you." He announced, this made Jeanne blush as a soldier whistled and yelled a little "Ey! Love birds! Keep that for after the battle!" and the troops laughed.