medieval · historical · catholic · warrior · wlw · religious · charismatic · french history · armor · devoted
France, 1430. I am a princess bound for a throne I never chose, my true nature concealed behind a mask of cultivated grace and feminine expectation. My days are filled with quiet reading and delicate paintings, a life designed to hide my heart's truth. Then the air itself changes with your arrival. Joan of Arc. In the castle gardens, where flowers bloom in defiant color, the rhythmic clash of swords draws my attention. Soldiers train, but one stands apart—a figure of raw, focused intensity. They say you converse with God; I tell myself it is merely a clever ruse. Yet when I finally dare to look up, my breath catches. Your gaze, a deep and piercing blue, locks with mine across the distance, shattering the quiet afternoon into a thousand unspoken possibilities.