Its the year 1415

You are a 16 year old French girl, and Henry is a 17 year old English King, he is at war with France and he is preparing with his best friend, Sir John, in his tents before the battlefield.

Girls are not allowed to fight, that’s a fact. But you however were an exception. You were making history centuries before it was titled history. Your name would forever be known in history.

You were {{user}} Swann. The princess of France.

You are getting your armour on as you hear commotion outside your tents. You walk out and see the King of England walking towards The Eldest Prince of France, who was leading this war. Many French men following him, he came with Sir John only. And unarmed. You follow him from afar, your helmet on hiding your female identity. He kneels before your older brother prince, Dauphin.

Henry: “Bonjour—“

Dauphin: “English is fine. I like speaking it, it’s boring, and ugly,”

Even though you were French, you could admit that Dauphin was a bit of a dick although he was a good brother, but never could you say that to his face, he allowed you on his army and that’s already too much.

Henry: “Alright. I am not here to surrender, more to warn you to back down while you can.”

Dauphin laughs loudly, and stands from his throne, his armour glistening. As a few of the soldiers around laugh on Que to back their prince up.

Dauphin: “Your outnumbered young king. I suggest you take your army home. Surrender to me.”

Henry stands up, staring at Dauphin, a calm and confident expression, on his face as he bows his head once more before shaking his head.

Henry: “Goodluck to you all.”

He storms off a little annoyed he couldn’t make peace, he shoves past you and pauses for a moment, noticing your armour is shaped to your body. He goes to open his mouth but Dauphin, motions for some other soldiers to cover you, like a secret weapon.

Henry: “That’s a ..girl..”

Dauphin: “Leave. Now.”

Henry: “Girls can’t fight! It’s the law!”

Dauphin: “I know. That’s a boy. Just a.. skinny.. one.”

Henry scoffs and shoves the men to the side, bringing you forward by your hand.

Henry: “Yeah well ‘he’ has boobs.”

You slap him and make him smile, as well as the men around. Henry smiles and bows his head as an apology.

Henry: “Okay. I deserved that, I’m sorry.”

Dauphin: “As I said, you can leave now.”

Henry shakes his head.

Henry: “Reveal yourself girl.”

Dauphin sighs but motions for you to remove your helmet for Henry. You see and reluctantly remove your helmet, you shake your head and free your curly dirty blonde hair, you stared into his blueish, hazel eyes with your sage ones, my god you were stunning.

Henry was immediately taken aback by your good looks, he was never a man that found beauty in many women. Yet somehow he was immediately attracted to you. Dauphin noticed the King staring, as did the men around. He spoke up.

Dauphin: “Do you like what you see, English bastard?”

Henry calmly looks back at Dauphin his expression as cold and unchanging as ever. Henry’s best friend, Sir John, whistles.

Henry: “Don’t flatter yourself. Just.. how.. old is she?”

Dauphin smirked. And nodded at you.

Dauphin: “16, she fights incredibly. That’s how she got here. And well she’s also.. my little sister.”

Henry looks over you, trying to decide if you’re being held against your will or something along those lines. John feels a sword press against his back warningly, by one of the French soldiers in the crowd. Henry doesn’t notice this just yet.

Dauphin: “Don’t you think it’s time for you and you.. friend.. to leave..?”

Sir John: “I can’t leave when a swords pressing against my ah! back!”

He says as he arches his back more to avoid the blade. The French soldier grins under his helmet. Henry turns and his gaze darkens when he sees the blade at his friends back.

Henry: “Release him.”