DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN REIGN. I JUST LOVE WRITING STORIES BC I DO! NO MONEY HAVE I MADE OR EVER WILL!

It had been three days since Henry had sent the headless corpse of the messenger back to the rebels. Death beckoned on the wind as the French troops marched toward their fate, whatever that may be. They were meeting the rebels on the domaine de sang et douleur, the field of blood and sorrow. Henry rode at the front of the line on his stallion, Fureur. As they crossed the top of the hill, the enemy troops were laid out before them, a scourge on the green earth beneath them. Their red capes flew on the wind as it whipped around them. At the sight of French troops, a roar sounded within their ranks until it grew to a great crescendo, filling Henry's ears with their battle cry. With the raise of his hand, Henry brought his troops to a halt. He could feel their fear and excitement ripple through their lines as they beheld their enemy below them. They must take courage and be strong if they were to survive this battle. Taking a moment to observe the scene before him, Henry took a moment to lay his hand over his heart. Inside his armor laid her handkerchief. She would ride with him this day. He could almost feel Catherine telling him to rally the troops. Sitting tall in his saddle, Henry moved his horse forward to face and encourage his men as Fureur pawed the ground, excitement filling the animal.

"Take courage men. Today we face our enemy together. We will never cower away from those who would seek to destroy this country and sift it from its rightful rulers. I and my father before me have always done as we see fit for this great nation. We all owe her our gratitude for supplying us our needs. Now a threat has risen to remove your King from power. These rebels defy the very God that they do homage to in their temples. We cannot let this treasonous act stand. Today brothers, I ride not as a King, unwilling to fight and die alongside you. I ride as your brother! We shall grind them into the dust together, kinsmen united under one cause." Henry cried as he raised his sword into the air and rode his steed along the line of men. "Now tell me are you with me? Shall we fight and die together if need be?" He roared. United as one, the men screamed their acceptance into the open air. "Then let us send this rabble to hell where they belong!" Henry screamed as he turned Fureur to face the rebels and kicked him in his sides.

The great black horse reared into the air, fire sprouting from his nostrils as he took off down the mountain at full speed as the troops raced after him. Time almost stood still as the rebels ran forward with a great shout to meet in a bloody show of strength. Sword met sword as the two armies clashed at the bottom of the mountain. Screams of the horses echoed through the air as the beasts upon their backs plundered each other in mass chaos. The men positioned on the mountain to man the catapults released their fury upon the rebels, raining hell fire down upon the two armies as they cut each other to bits, showing no mercy in their hatred of one another. Their thrust was long enough that some of their caught the village the rebels surrounded aflame. Screams were heard inside of the burning houses as men, women, and children fled for their lives. In the heat of the battle, Henry fought with all the courage a good King can muster, engaging his foe with the strongest of blows. Gaining the advantage quickly, he struck the man from his seat with a blow to his throat, the man's blood spraying into the air upon his steed. Having no time to see the man hit the ground, Henry was engaged by one after another as he fought through the body of men that pulsed around him in their bloodlust. Blood, smoke and sweat invaded his senses as he fought with his men through their lines. They were slowly gaining the advantage. Suddenly, Henry was surrounded by three foot soldiers, all fresh and ready to take him on.

"Oh mighty King, how powerful you look upon your great animal. You won't look so great after you rest upon my blade." One man sneered, trying to draw Henry's attention away from the two men inching themselves around to the back of his horse.

Laughing in his rage, Henry engaged all three at once by parrying and lunging, Fureur prancing in the dirt, longing to be let lose to run far away from the noise of the screams around him. Henry nicked one man on his sword arm causing him to stumble back barely missing the horse's prancing hooves. In anger, his companion struck the horse on his backside, slicing open its tender flesh. Fureur bolted upright into the air, kicking wildly in front of him. The three standing foes slashed at the beast in front of them, trying unsuccessfully to bring him down before his mighty hooves connected with one of the men. With a cry, Fureur came down upon one of the men's chest, knocking him to the ground as he pounded him with fury before speeding off blindly.

Henry clung to the animal as he ran with full force into the midst of the fiery inferno of the town. Grabbing the reins, Henry pulled harshly on the horse to slow him. Before Henry could get him to turn, a fiery beam fell from the house above them. Henry yelled in surprise as the force knocked him from the saddle, causing his helmet to be thrown from his head as he hit the ground. Henry felt a fog surround his mind as he met the blackness that came. In that darkness he heard crying. Catherine!

A vision appeared before him. Catherine knelt beside his body as he laid on the cold ground, unmoving. He could hear her begging God not to take him. From behind him, a light appeared to beckon him towards eternity. He couldn't go! He couldn't leave her. For the first time in forever, he prayed fervently in the darkness. He prayed for God to let him live. He couldn't leave her yet. Suddenly, the darkness faded and the white light turned to blue as the sky appeared before his eyes. He moaned as pain filled his body. His heart jolted within him as his breathe suddenly came faster. He could almost hear Catherine, even in his state of pain her voice echoed in his ears. He couldn't hold his eyes open, his pain too severe and his chest hurt badly as he strained to breathe freely. The next thing he felt were hands on his body lifting him from the ground. Had his soldiers found him? He could only hope it to be the French and not the rebels as he once again faded into unconsciousness.

Okay i know this is a bit short but i wanted to solely focus on this part here. NEXT WILL BE WHAT HAPPENS TO HIM! WHO HAS TAKEN HIM? WILL CATHERINE KNOW? SO MANY QUESTIONS! EACH WILL HAVE AN ANSWER!