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Ghost of a Rose Ch 6 and 7

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Chapter 6: Capture


France feels the soft touch of another's hand putting a damp cloth on his forehead. He grabs the hand that was caring for him, he pants weakly as he stirs trying to force himself to awaken. "J-Jeanne... Forgive me...." he whispers still thinking he had done something to cause Jeanne's spirit not visit him. His body ached so badly, it felt like it was on fire. Fire. The word triggered more memories, ones of darker caliber.

The war was nearing an end, he could feel it in his heart where he also felt something else. A human emotion, one that enjoyed feeling very much. Love. He was in love with Jeanne D'Arc; and if he were human and if she was not married to the Lord. He would ask for her hand, he wanted to be with her so badly he longed to tell her how he felt.

France was making his way to the field of Irises. It was Jeanne's favorite place to be it was also the first place he realized he maybe falling for her. France stops when he sees Jeanne standing under the tree holding her cross necklace in her hand. She was also not wearing any armor or mens clothing.

She was in a white dress that laced down the back and middle it had dark blue rims around the bottom of the dress and the end of the sleeves. She had a flower made crown on her head, a gift given to her by the village children. France stops and stares unable to look away; she is the most beautiful thing he has seen. He smiles sweetly 'She really was sent by the Lord. I know it in my heart. An angel stands before me...' he thinks to himself.

He then walks over to her placing his hand upon the back of her shoulder. "Jeanne, there is something I wish to tell you..." he whispers she glances at him flashing that beautiful smile he loved so much. "Oui?" she replies softly France begins to muster up the courage to tell her how he feels about her.  

The sound of hooves was suddenly growing loud and drawing near them. France and Jeanne rush up the hill to see who was heading their way, their eyes grow at the encroaching sight. "Burgundians!" France shouts grabbing Jeanne by the hand and running with her through the field to get away. One of the Burgundians riding on a horse came up from behind them very fast; he leans out and grabs Jeanne from France pulling her onto the horse.

She fights him desperately but is suddenly knocked out, the man then turns and rides over the hill with her. Another grabbed him by his hair, "Jeanne! Jeanne!" he screams for her as he is shoved to the grass and forced to watch them take her away. He gives chase by foot for a little while before over exerting himself. "Jeanne!!!" he screams her name so loud the entire village could possibly here him; he falls to his knee and punches the earth's floor.

He then returns to his King and tries to persuade him into paying the ransom and saving Jeanne. "Please my lord we have to save her!" he gasps out Charles glances out the window of his study room. "I apologize Francis but I cannot." he says calmly "My Lord! Please, all the captains and I have put for all of our earnings for her ransom. Please just send the letter." he begs Charles'  glances in the direction to see the huge amount the money.

"France you do not seem to understand my position. I can't just defy the law. She has some serious charges against her. Besides..." he begins to say when a letter comes in; France accepts it and opens it to read for his king. His eyes grow wide at its contents, the parchment slips from his fingers falling onto the stone floor.

Charles leans back into his throne; and rests his cheek in the palm of his hand. "Well France what does it say?" he asks calmly; France's eyes remain locked on the floor. "J-Jeanne's ransom... has been paid for by the English, they... they're going to put her on trial her for Heresy." he whispers to his King. Charles frowns slightly "Oh dear... What a shame; let us pray that her angels will help her through this." he says in a slightly taunting tone.

France lowers his head at his words; his eyes darken slightly before turning to his king fully. "You are not going to help the woman that brought your country out of a war and who helped you get that crown?" he asks losing his patience and anger with his King. Charles frowns at his words "I would be wearing this crown without her help. France, there is really nothing we can do. She is just a girl." he says to France.

France slams his fist upon the King's desk and he glares into Charles' brown eyes. "How dare you! She is no ordinary girl! My Lord why will you not assist the Maid of Orleans? You will leave her to the English? Do you not care for her at all? If it weren't for her we wouldn't be here today and you would not be crowned." he shouts before turning to leave. Charles' eyes darken "France! Do not even think about trying to save that girl. Her fate is now in the hands of the one she calls Lord. As well as the English." he says before waving France off.

France storms to his home where he runs his hands through his blond after sliding down to the wooden floor. He leans against the door drawing his knees close to his chest, his head falls upon his crossed arms that rest upon his knees. "J-Jeanne... Ma Ange... Oh god please, Lord I beg of you save your angel..." he whispers trying not to cry, but failing miserably. In his beating heart he fears the worst has yet to come.


Chapter 7: Trial

"Where the bloody hell is France?" England growls sitting in the waiting room of France's home having been invited in by a maid. Canada frowns slightly and lowers his head looking down at his pet polar bear. "He is most likely visiting the grave of Lady Jeanne." He whispers England's brow twitched at Canada's words. "In this weather? The frog will catch his death out there." he grumbles rising from the chair. "I'm going to find him." he adds before leaving the house despite Canada's quiet protests.

France stirs in his sleep he shivers greatly as he recalls the trial of Jeanne D'Arc and how unfair it was.                                            

France stands hidden among the crowd that was huddled inside the courtroom; he wore a black cloak the hood was pulled over. La Hire stood beside him they were in the front, he places his hand upon France's shoulder "We'll save her. Do not worry." he says, La Hire was determined to save his comrade from the English. France looks at the French military commander with his lapis lazuli colored eyes.

He exhales the breathe he was holding in when he answers La Hire. "I pray to the angels that we do. She is very dear to me..." he whispers La Hire looks at him with his hazel eyes. "I know, I have seen the way you look at her. You have the look of a man who has fallen very hard in love with one of the most amazing women to have ever walk the earth." he replies adjusting his own hood. Their eyes turn to the stand when Jeanne is brought out; she is wearing women's clothing; her hair was a bit longer as well as unkempt. She appeared to be calm and strong like the Jeanne France knew.

And soon the trial began;  after a few hours in court there was an uproar from the crowd. And the following day both La Hire and France were informed that the trial was no longer open to the public. France feared for Jeanne's safety and feared for her life.

"Jeanne D'Arc do you know if you are in the grace of God?" asks of the judges, France tries to listen through the walls. He waited to hear her voice, and her answer. "If I am not, may God put me there; and if I am, may God so keep me." she says France smirked hearing her answer; she did not fall into their trap.

He was pulled away from the wall, he turned around to see who caught him trying to hear the trial of his heroine. His mystical blue eyes met with emerald ones, they belonged to England "Angleterre..." he whispers England drags him away from the building where the trial was being held. "Why are you here frog?" he snaps irately France frowns deeply.

"I-I came to give Jeanne hope that she will be found innocent and return home." he says England's eyes narrow "Sorry... I don't think it will happen like that." he says turning to leave "Go home France. She is beyond saving..." he says cruelly as he walks away from the French nation.

A few weeks later France hears the verdict from La Hire; his eyes grow wide and his heart shatters. Guilty. And her sentence was terrible; he looks to La Hire with determination. "We have to save her. It's now or never." he says to the military commander; he prayed to the lord that they would be blessed with a miracle.
Sorry for chapter 6 being so long!

The cover is done by :iconx-joll-x: all credit goes to her.
I do not own France he is owned by Hidakez

Also La Hire he is was one of Jeanne's allies
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He was one of few men who actually tried to rescue her from imprisonment and from her execution. For this he was captured and sentenced to prison.

I hope you all enjoy it so far!

Chapter 8!
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Kahtra-DAdino's avatar
This is great. It's like I'm actually there. man, Fuck the Old England. (sorry about the language, it's just how I feel), they just didn't want France to become stronger.

I'm happy for the Entente Cordiale, finally some sort of peace between the two.