History

I'm a prisoner of love
Prisoner of love
Just a prisoner of love
I'm just a prisoner of love
A prisoner of love

With a straight face
I've told countless lies
Laughing
In a sick way
I've tried my best
To avoid
Wearisome things

Francis stood there with a small, almost unnoticeable smile on his face. He listened to his boss go on about wars and England, how he was fighting and how Francis should be trying more. Francis went through this almost every day, and by now he could just sit there and ignore his boss.

Two hours later he was back in his room. With an exhaustive sigh he pulled his hair out of its encasing ponytail, letting it fall down into its natural position. He sat down heavily in a chair, closing his eyes and trying to ignore the sounds of war ringing through his head.

Asking for things that I lack,
I feel blue
I keep on
Searching for peace
I've had enough
But I still keep struggling for more
And now I'm chasing
After the shadow of love

Francis was sick of this war. He hated it, but he didn't want to just give into England. While on the outside he looked confident, inside he was praying for a miracle. He stared down England from across the battlefield refusing to let his fears show. He kept his face immobile and neutral, refusing to give England the satisfaction of seeing him scared.

Francis delicately picked a flower at his feet, and walked away, letting his soldiers do the fighting for him.

My dull and dreary life
Has suddenly begun to shine
Since you appeared
On that day
Now I can think that I'm alright
Even when I'm lonely or in pain

Then his prayers were answered. She appeared, one of the most beautiful girls he had ever seen.

Jeanne D'Arc.

She was praying, something he quickly learned was normal for her. They became friends fast, and she told Francis about how she knew she could save France.

He watched as she cut her beautiful hair and donned armor, ready for a war that he wished didn't exist. Francis didn't know what to think. Either he could let her try, or France would fall to England. He didn't want to see her hurt though.


I'm just a prisoner of love
Just a prisoner of love
Prisoner of love
I'm a prisoner of love

Through spiritless times
And cheerful times,
On stormy days
And sunny days,
Lets walk together

Jeanne was always there to cheer him up, and him for her. You would never see one without the other, it was unheard of. The other soldiers hated having to take orders from her, but after she won her first battle and didn't lose a single man they listened to her.

Jeanne was trying to cheer him up one day and nothing that normally worked would. Out of nowhere a butterfly showed up and landed right on his nose. His expression made her burst out laughing. Francis couldn't resist laughing with her.

They faced storms together. Nothing was ever done without the other.

I'm gonna tell you the truth
I've chosen the hidden, painful path
And you came to support me
Youre the only one
That I can call a friend

Francis didn't know if he should tell her that he was a country or not. One day, he decided that he had to; he couldn't take lying to her anymore. He showed her the scars on his back, she was shocked, but still accepted him just the way he was.

It wasn't long before she had to go to battle. Francis tried to stop her, grabbing her arm. She looked back worried, but when she saw his worried face she smiled.

"I'll be okay." Then she was gone, and Francis was left staring at the empty space that used to hold her, his hand still warm from the heat of her arm. He watched her walk away, his heart weighed down with worry.

Fake displays of strength
And being greedy
Have become meaningless
Since you've loved me
On that day

Memories flooded his mind, all of her. He remembered training her, and how one time she fell asleep at her desk while studying war techniques. He couldn't get her out of his head, all he could do was pray that she would come back to him.

Even when I'm free
And have inner strength
It's pointless when I'm alone

He placed a flower in front of a cross, letting the wind blow his hair around his face. She had always liked it better down anyway.

'Please let her come back to me…'

I'm just a prisoner of love
Just a prisoner of love

Ohhh…
Just a bit more
Don't you give up

England was mad beyond belief, a woman had beaten him. A woman.

He didn't care if she was a woman and he was a gentleman. England did not handle defeat well. He shot an arrow, striking her right in her side. She would live, which was just perfect for him.

Ahhh…
I'll never
Abandon you
Ever

Francis watched with silent horror, tears pouring down his cheeks. He watched her fall to the ground, her eyes slipping shut.

"Jeanne!" He shouted, trying to get to her. Soldiers held him back.
England came up on his horse and took her, bringing her back to camp with him. Francis fell to his knees, still sobbing.

If this harsh reality
Tries to break us apart
It'll just bring us
Closer than ever

England was going to burn her alive. He didn't want to go, but he had to see her one last time. As soon as he saw her, standing proud with her head held high, he fell to his knees. Jeanne saw him, and sent him a smile, even though her death was coming.

I know that
I can keep on going for more
And still do my best

Smoke filled the air, but Jeanne never made a sound, even as the flames licked her skin. Once the flames had finally died down, Francis rushed to where she was, searching through the ashes for one remainder of her. There was nothing but ashes.

His hand brushed something hard. He eagerly grasped at it, his hands closing around a tiny gold cross, the same one that Jeanne had been wearing. More tears fell down his cheeks as he looked towards the sky, silently asking God how he could let this happen.

I'm just a prisoner of love
Just a prisoner of love

My ordinary life
Has suddenly began to shine
Since that day
You stole my heart

Memories poured through his head once again. He remembered trying to teach her how to read and write, how she would show her progress with eagerness, how they would go and have picnics together, the time she accidently burned the food and he ate it without noticing until it was too late. One memory stood out the most though, the first time they said 'I love you'. It had been on one of those many picnics, he had told her and put a flower in her hair; she looked so surprised but so happy. She said it back with a smile.

J'taime

Hearing those words from her made him the happiest man alive.

I felt that I could deal
With loneliness and pain
I'm just a prisoner of love
Just a prisoner of love

Even now, still sitting in her ashes, Francis smiled at the memory. He put on her cross, letting the still warm metal warm his skin. As he walked away, he swore he say Jeanne standing next to him, smiling.

Stay with me
Stay with me
My baby
Say you love me

England stood in the graveyard. Staring down at Jeanne's grave. Francis had gathered all the ashes, giving her a permanent resting place. England looked down in remorse, wondering if he had gone too far. Francis just wasn't the same anymore.

There was a hand on his shoulder, but when he looked there was no one there.

Stay with me
Stay with me
Don't leave me alone

Stay with me
Stay with me
My baby
Say you love me

Stay with me
Stay with me…

To this day, Francis still wears her cross around his neck. He hasn't taken it off once.