In the Name of Sin (APH France x Joan d'Arc)

01: The Maid of Orléans

Year 1429…

The royal court was majestic as ever with the beautiful red curtains, golden trimmings, and pure cream white marble tiles decorating the surroundings- though almost every other place of the Kingdom of France was nothing like. Their great nation was distinguishable from it's former glory, it was far from what it had been before. Towns and provinces were ruined due to the wars raging here and on forth, likewise hope was slipping away from their grasps in every war they fought and humiliatingly lost after another.

The once merry and valiant nation of France was now quiet and unbearably unnerving. Pessimism filled almost every minds of the citizens, fear appearing in every faces in the thought of their homeland destroyed after the qualms the monarchs had created.

"Unfortunately, if our loses continue…mon dieu, our country shall fall apart and be controlled by those Britons," one of their great generals spat solemnly as silence from their fellow soldiers indicated terror and sadness.

"This madness cannot be tolerated! We must stop this for his majesty, for the glory of our motherland! For France!" One of the younger soldiers brimmed with determination. His speech boosted their morale as his seniors can't help but look at him with pride, though dread was present, and imitated his last words.

"For France!"

Chuckling from the shadows, violet eyes can't help but wander from every place of the extravagant room and compared it to the other poor states of habitats in France. Dark circles were evident below his eyes, indicating of how tired he was of the constant war running nonstop. "For my sake, huh? If only that black sheep…" he trailed desolately as he left, his blonde locks swaying from every step he took as he destined himself into the balcony.

"Monsieur France!" A soldier called for him from afar.

The soldier appeared by his side as he stoically told him, "The majesty seeks for your attendance for a herald arrived with a news."

Replying to him with a soft hum of approval, he immediately left the corridors that led him to the balcony and went ahead to his king's room. Entering with his usual suave demeanor despite his current state, he saw a herald standing by his king, holding a piece of parchment.

"Monsieur Boneff- I, I mean, Monsieur France, you have finally arrived! A word has come that someone claims to have foreseen our country's future, there are speculations that he could be our last string of hope in this war," a herald announced between them.

"The said foreseer has arrived!" A loud voice echoed from the leviathan corridors as it reached even to the rooms of the king.

They left the room and made themselves appear by the courtroom, the king observed the silhouette, clad in an armor, that had entered the room as the young guest immediately told him what was seen in his predictions about the future of France.

Cerulean eyes meeting his own violets, he couldn't help but admit the innocence it held, different from his own void-filled eyes. The forseer had beautiful short curly locks that never reached it's shoulders as his petite frame was covered by iron armors to hide his own.

   The words from his mouth reassured the soldiers of their fate and their homeland.

The young 'man', known as Joan, left a great impression to the king as he couldn't help but feel enamored about Joan's gift. However, France felt tad different when he had met her- he felt that her existence would greatly change his lands, change him. Never did he knew that her existence would make him understand unrequited romance more than anything, nor the pain it left for those who live indefinitely. From the moment he saw her, he knew that Joan was not an ordinary person.