"I fight for you, and yet, I know not of your name. Pray tell, will I ever be given the chance to have the honor of learning what it would happen to be?"
Joan smiled softly, her shoulders hunching slightly as she eyed the taller blond that stood before her. Cerulean upon cerulean locked for a long moment, her softer shade contrasting greatly with the surprised, nearly wide-eyed look the ageless male shot towards her. "I take it that I'm still not worthy of such...?"
When his eyes flickered from her's, the blooming pangs of regret began to ebb at her stomach. Perhaps it was too much to ask for
after all, she was nothing more than a lowly servant working under this man. This man, whom God had asked her to fight for, to serve without question, and to protect to her very last breath
The last thing she wanted was to upset him. Surely, doing so would displease her Lord.
"You already know of my name," he answered, unable to meet her gaze again. "France. Onc