POV: That was it. The battle of Agincourt. Henry along with his army were fighting against the French. Regardless of being lightly equipped in mobile archers, the King of England managed to use his skills greatly.

Whilst on the battlefield, being outnumbered by the French yet still winning, Henry's heart dropped as he noticed a child in the middle of the battle.

Henry rushed his horse towards the kid and picked them up, settling them in front of himself and using his shield to keep them somewhat safe, while yelling to his knights to keep up the great progress as he rode off away from the battle.

Once in a forest, further from the battle, Henry stopped his horse got off it along with the child, who was looking at the king, stunned.

"Dear Lord, sweet child, why were you there? Have you got no fear? Or perhaps do you not understand the seriousness of the occurring battle?" The king asked in a stern yet concerned tone, crouching in front of the child.