Burning Lilies Chapter 10Joan felt the cold stares pierce her back of the English men and women who have attended her court hearing. England sat in his large chair, staring down at her. He needed not to smirk, his eyes already said it. Joan sat down on the cold wooden chair, looking attentively at the Brit.
"Ms. Joan, is there anything you will like to say before I state my verdict?"
"But we didn't even have a trial! How can you pass a verdict without any evidence?"
"I have all the evidence I need. Don't play dumb. Didn't you say yourself that you were some type of prophet? Lies, I tell you. Making people believe in false hope. Isn't that one of the many sins of our world? Lies. Holy, they say? Ha, I think your spectators are only seeing a mere actress perform, but her act was too long. It's time to close the curtains. Anything you will like to say, Joan of Arc?"
Joan bowed her head and thought about his words. So much she can say if she was the sometimes hot-headed Francis, but she was just the farm girl Joan
Burning Lilies Chapter 9The room was cold. Joan's hands weren't free, but she can feel on the tips of her fingers the hard, slimy stone of the dungeon. She had no clue where she was nor had any idea why she was here. Joan was slightly bruised, wincing as she fidgeted in her shackles. They had put her in a scraggly looking dress bearing patches and tear-stains. Yet, she herself did not cry. Joan was not to give into these kidnappers' terror, and if she did, she would have lost. Finally, a bright light shone. It was the large heavy door of the prison opening to reveal a man in a large overcoat of burgundy and purple. He bore a scruffy beard, but he was bald, and he had a menacing look on his face. He stood there, smirking with his arms crossed and staring down at the unwavering woman.Burning Lilies Chapter 93 years ago in Introductions & Chapters
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"Who are you, monsieur?"
"Burgundy. The Kingdom of Burgundy. I'm surprised that my men didn't go as far as to cut off your arm or something. A couple of bruises is nothing compared to what they have done to previous victims. I'm h
Burning Lilies Chapter 2"Joan, you say?" said the pompous Bonnefoy. "You know, I am having a great deal of trying to believe you, but you are a simple peasant. Do you have proof that what you say is true?"Burning Lilies Chapter 24 years ago in Introductions & Chapters
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Again, he had gotten close to her, but this time she had no place to escape. Still, she looked him straight in the eye, not afraid of his larger demeanor. Francis, though as suave as he was with women of all ages, was astonished at her innocent beauty. What was that smell? Was it...flowers? More like...lilies...
She began to speak. "Monsieur Bonnefoy, the only proof I have is my faith in God. If you do not believe me, you can march right up to Italy and and talk to Holy Maria Herself!"
Francis never had someone speak to him in such a tone. Instead of dragging her by the hair out of his room, he was strangely attracted to her assertiveness, especially for being a woman. Still, he did not believe her story.
"Away with you. I have come to the conclusion that you are just a simple peasant trying to rise in rank
Burning Lilies: Chapter 14Gilbert and Antonio came rushing into the grand doors of Francis's castle.Burning Lilies: Chapter 143 years ago in Introductions & Chapters
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"Hey, you, shortie. Where's Franny?"
"Ah, a Mr. Bonnefoy, senor."
"Ah, it seems Monsieur Bonnefoy is...busy."
"Busy? What can that guy be doing at a time like his? I mean, he should at least be-"
Two delicate hands pushed the two men away. Maria came in between them, still in perfect condition considering the storm outside. The servant bowed quickly.
"Ah, Madame Madonna, I am so sorry for my insolence, I-"
"Hush, sweet brother. If his own best friends cannot see him at this moment, may I? They will accompany me, of course."
"Ah...yes, I suppose."
Maria was walking up the spiral stairs, Spain and Prussia right behind. A small voice was heard.
"I warn you, Madame Madonna, you will not be pleased with what you will see up there."
"No worries, I trust my Francis."
She made her way up the stairs, the two young men following behind.
They reached the Frenchman's room. There was no sounds from t
Burning Lilies Chapter 7The sun was high above the sky. Joan was sleeping upon her horse when a soldier cried, "Mademoiselle Joan! Look! It's Paris! We're home!"Burning Lilies Chapter 74 years ago in Introductions & Chapters
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Joan, dazed, saw the grand buildings of the city and thought 'Finally, we have arrived.' She started a trot and led the handful of soldiers that survived the battle to the city. Joan was in a great hurry. She was waiting to see his face. That fuzz on his chin, those bright blue eyes, the way his hair was wavy, but never curly. She wanted to see him so bad. Joan has been through enough, this was her just award.
They entered the city boundaries, and was welcomed by the sounds of cheers, music, and flowers thrown in every which direction. She saw the cheerful faces of not only nobles and upperclassmen, but also the villagers of small towns far and near. She stepped off the steed, and hugged every person she came across. Not only was this a joyous celebration, but Joan had the lingering burden of explaining the families of lost ones what had happened. Af
Burning Lilies Chapter 4Francis looked as if he saw a ghost. A woman...in war? Not just a woman, but a young girl at that? His mind was looking for all of the different ways to kindly say "no way" when she interrupted his thought flow.Burning Lilies Chapter 44 years ago in Introductions & Chapters
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"It wasn't a question. I'm going to fight no matter what you tell me."
Even more stunned, Francis had no choice but to submit to her power. He finally knew one thing about the mysterious Joan: when she had her mind set, there was no way of dissuading her. He stood, kissed her hand, and started to make his leave, when Joan said,
"Don't you need an army?"
"I already have men back home, Joan."
"But they will require a fee, when my people are willing to aid you in any which way for free."
France wondered. Why is she going to such lengths to help me? Why such concern? As if she read his mind, Joan answered,
"I love France, but I do not love you, Francis."
Francis stepped back a little in the shock of it. Love France but not love Francis? Had could that make sense? Wasn't he both Fra