Chapter title –Jeanne D'Arc
She stood knowing her faith. She only had one last thing to do now.
"This is it my dear," Arthur asked knowing this act could never be forgiven.
"Oui, can you promise me one thing before you turn me to the heavens?" She asked holding back her emotions.
"Depends on what it is…" He couldn't go against his people.
"I want you to make sure Francis is always happy… for my sake… never shed a tear over my grave. I know it will be hard but you can promise me that, oui?" it was the only thing undone. She needed someone to look after him after she had returned to the heavens.
"I suppose I can, if that is your dying wish," Arthur replied. She nodded so close to breaking into tears.
"Let's get this over with," Arthur sniffed then given the order to light the grey fire.
This was it.
She wasn't afraid.
Her tears run as Francis came into view. She didn't want him to see her this way. She smiled. It would always brighter his heart up. She looked to the sky with her final words, "Looks like I am visiting you sooner than I thought, my lord."
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