Francis had tried many times to with his boss to pay the fee to free Joan. However, it was no use. His boss kept saying no. Irony, it was Joan who got him that throne, and now he was leaving her to the flames.

Francis now just stared at Joan, whom was tied to a post. His eyes already stung with tears. He knew what was coming to his friend.

She had protected him with no fears, she had saved him. She had done everything for him. And he couldn't have so much as saved her now.

One of the guards lit the fire. The second he did this, Francis lost it and screamed, trying to get to his friend. He was held back as he struggled helplessly, yelling and sobbing.

After a while, there was nothing left but ashes of the great Joan D'Arc. Francis was left standing there, hugging his knees and sobbing.

I should have done something, Francis scowled. I should have went against my bosses wishes and paid the fee to save her. He sniffled.