The room is sparse, cold and gray.
This is strange…
The girl sitting on the bed is slight and pale, but there is something in her eyes that makes one think that she was once more than the shell she now appears to be.
…I expected today to feel different.
Clothed in a simple white sheath, her pale skin seems that much paler. She reaches up with a small, strong hand and runs her fingers through her almond colored locks. It has grown since she’s been in this place and is now softly sweeping her small shoulders.
Calm. Is it actually possible to feel calm on a day such as this?
Standing in one swift motion, she moves fluidly to the small window that was only just above her head. In that quick movement, it’s almost easy to see how she managed the battlefield.
Just one glimpse of the sky…Father, let me have just one look…
Her prayer is answered as the dark clouds break slightly, revealing a small sliver of cobalt sky. She takes a moment and tries to let the color soak into her memory before she turns back to the room that has been her home for much too long.
I’m glad to be rid of you. I never thought I’d hate anything as much as death, but I was wrong. This prison…this prison is killing me slowly.
She sits back down on the bed and sighs heavily. Closing her eyes she begins to pray. She prays for her parents. For her friends. For the men who fought beside her. For the men who died along side her. For her life. For her country. For her king.
“Joan?” Her prayer is interrupted by his low, firm voice.
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