30 May 1431. The day when a saint , an angelic warrior of God was burned at the stake. Francis has never forgotten her , and the day she died was the day his heart died with her. Today....is a very painful day for France. He wishes he had never met her , never knew her. But if he never did know her , his heart wouldn't have felt what she had given him-true love. But he misses her. He misses her so much that it's tearing at his sanity. Some days he wishes he could end it all. But he has to keep living. For his Joan. 'J-Je T'aime , mon ange....'