chapter 27

Robert walked towards the main gate with firm steps, observing his surroundings as he moved forward. When he spotted Jeanne, his face lit up with a warm smile. "Jeanne, it's been so long since I've seen you. How have you been?" he asked enthusiastically.

Jeanne returned the smile, but soon her expression became serious. "Robert, I really need your help. Could you do me a big favor?" she asked with a pleading look.

Robert's demeanor immediately changed to one of concern. "Of course, Jeanne. What do you need? I'll do my best to help you, you know that," he assured her, furrowing his brow in determination.

Jeanne looked at Robert with a worried expression, knowing that the request she was making was not an easy one. "I need you to arrange an audience with the king. I'm sorry to ask, I know it will be difficult," she said, lowering her head in apology.

Robert seemed to reflect for a moment, his expression serious and thoughtful. "Yes, I understand it will be difficult, especially with everything that's going on in the kingdom. But it's not impossible. Leave it to me, Jeanne. I'll do my best to help you," he promised, placing a reassuring hand on his friend's shoulder.

At that moment, Rémy, who was standing next to Jeanne, greeted Robert with a nod of his head. "Hello, Robert. How are you?" he asked with a polite smile.

Robert returned the greeting with a friendly smile. "I'm fine, thank you. And you, Rémy? How are things going?" he inquired, showing genuine interest.

Rémy nodded in response to Robert's question, smiling cordially. "They're going well, thank you for asking," he replied, showing sympathy.

As they conversed, Étienne, who was standing next to the group, greeted Robert with a friendly smile. "Hello, Robert. How are you?" he asked, showing interest.

Robert, always helpful, responded promptly. "I'm fine, thank you. Would you like to enter the city with me? I'll send one of my men to speak with the king's men," he invited, looking at his friends with a hopeful expression.

Rémy immediately took the lead, agreeing with the idea. "I think that's a good idea. I don't want to stay here waiting until your men arrive," he said, clearly anxious to solve the problem as quickly as possible.

With Robert's invitation, Jeanne and Rémy mounted their horses and headed towards the city, accompanied by the 400 soldiers who were with Jeanne. As they entered the city, the people on the streets stopped what they were doing to look at the group that had just arrived.

"Hey! That's Jeanne! The maid of France!" shouted one person, and soon the comments spread throughout the crowd. People became excited, trying to get closer to get a better look at the heroine who had bravely fought for her country.

"Look over there! Next to her is her divine knight!" exclaimed another person, referring to Rémy, who was known for his skill in war and devotion to Jeanne.

As they passed through the streets of the city, the group attracted the attention of everyone around them. People waved and shouted words of encouragement, showing their respect and admiration for the heroes who had arrived in their city.

Jeanne rode happily on her white mare, whose coat shone in the sun. Every time she passed someone, she waved enthusiastically and smiled warmly, infecting the passersby with her positive energy. Rémy rode alongside her, mounted on his horse, watching Jeanne with admiration and a little concern.

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He noticed that, despite all the happiness that Jeanne showed, there was a melancholic gleam in her eyes. "When are you going to be happy?" he murmured softly, knowing that she wouldn't hear him over the noise of the horses' hooves. He knew that Jeanne lived to help others, but worried that she might sacrifice her own happiness for the sake of others.

However, Jeanne seemed not to notice Rémy's question, so immersed was she in the joy of doing good for others. She continued to ride, waving and smiling at everyone who passed, unaware that sometimes she needed to think of herself too.

After riding all the way, Jeanne and Rémy finally arrived at Robert's majestic castle. He warmly welcomed them and invited them in. Inside the castle, the table was set with a variety of tasty delicacies, including freshly baked breads, roasted meats, and fresh vegetables.

Jeanne and Rémy sat at the table and shared the food, enjoying the feast offered by Robert. During dinner, they talked about their plans for the future and shared funny stories of their previous adventures.

After hours of conversation, they each went to their room in the castle. Rémy slowly took off his heavy armor and sighed with relief as he felt the weight leave his shoulders. He lay down on the soft bed, but missed Jeanne's presence by his side. He wondered if she was feeling lonely too.

Rémy lay on the bed looking at the ceiling, lost in his own thoughts. His mind wandered through the maze of his feelings as he reflected on the bravest and most selfless person he knew: Jeanne. She always showed herself ready to help others, never thinking of herself. But deep down, he wondered if Jeanne had ever stopped to think about her own happiness and fulfillment. Rémy knew she deserved to find the happiness she always sought for others.

As he got up from bed, he was still thinking about Jeanne. He hoped she could find a balance between helping others and taking care of herself. He didn't want to see her exhausted or unhappy for devoting so much to others without worrying about herself.

"What an idiot I am," Rémy thought, laughing to himself. "She'd probably tell me that other people's happiness and hers are inseparable, or something like that."

Suddenly, he heard knocking on the door. He got up to answer it, and when he opened it, he found Jeanne. She was wearing a white dress and had her hands behind her back, anxiously looking at the door.

Her golden hair was shining in the moonlight from the giant window beside Rémy's bedroom door. "What happened, Jeanne?" asked Rémy, curious to know what had happened. "Nothing. I just couldn't sleep properly," Jeanne replied. "Me neither. Do you want to come sleep with me?" Rémy offered, although he thought it was strange, even though they had slept together many times before. "Great," replied Jeanne, smiling as she entered his room and went straight to bed. "Did you take a shower?" Rémy asked after closing the door and turning to her. Jeanne was already lying down and moving in bed, revealing the bottom of her dress and showing that she was not wearing any panties. It was possible to see her beautiful thighs in all their glory, as well as her beautiful butt and her secret garden.

Remy almost choked on his own saliva. He had seen her intimate parts before when they were both 13 years old, but he didn't feel anything at the time. But now... He walked over to the bed and sat down. "Aren't you going to lie down?" Jeanne asked, looking at Remy, who had sat on the bed. "Jeanne, aren't you afraid?" Remy decided to ask this, since she had fought against many people with them recently, but had seen the cruelty of men against themselves, as well as against women. "Afraid? Of what?" Jeanne asked, confused. She didn't know what to be afraid of. "Jeanne, you're not wearing anything under that dress, are you?" Remy asked, looking into her blue eyes as she lay there looking at him. "No, but why should I be afraid? Are you trying to see me?" Jeanne asked curiously, not at all concerned about him seeing her naked, even though her cheeks were turning red.

Remy looked deeply into Jeanne's eyes, with a mixture of concern and desire. "Aren't you afraid to try something with me? To hurt me?" He asked, making it clear that his concern was for her well-being.

Jeanne got up from the bed and sat in front of Remy, her hair scattered across the bed and illuminated by the moonlight streaming in through the window, creating a stunning scene. She took his hand and replied confidently, "No, I'm not afraid. I know you would never hurt me."

Remy's gaze changed from concern to desire as his eyes fixed on Jeanne's lips. She noticed his gaze, but didn't know how to respond. Then Remy took the initiative and kissed Jeanne, who was surprised but didn't push him away. Instead, she wrapped her arms around Remy's neck, while he held her by the hips.

The kiss became more intense as Remy's tongue explored Jeanne's mouth, and she responded, fighting with her own tongue. It was a mixture of passion and tenderness, and Jeanne felt safe in Remy's arms, knowing he wouldn't hurt her.

Remy's strong and secure hands slid from Jeanne's hips to her golden hair, delicately stroking each strand he found. Jeanne, in the midst of the intense kiss, felt a shiver run down her spine, while responding to Remy's tongue movements. It was as if they were dancing, each following the other's rhythm, exploring every inch of each other's mouth.

The sensation of Remy's touch on her hair was so soft and enveloping that Jeanne couldn't help but moan softly in the midst of the kiss. She felt completely surrendered to that moment, lost in a sea of sensations that made her want more and more. Remy's tongue explored hers masterfully, and Jeanne felt more and more experienced in responding to his movements, as if she were learning to fight with mastery.

Meanwhile, Rémy used his whole body to lay Jeanne on the bed, without ever interrupting the kiss. He held her firmly, as if he wanted to protect her and, at the same time, take her to a world of pleasure and ecstasy. Jeanne gave herself completely, without fear or reservation, letting herself be carried away by the sensations that took hold of her body.

Amidst the fiery kiss, Jeanne realized that her experience with Rémy was becoming something much more intense and profound than she had ever imagined. Every touch, every caress, every movement of their tongues was like a new discovery, something that made her feel more alive and connected to her lover. It was as if they were exploring a new universe together, and Jeanne didn't want that moment to ever end.

Jeanne's lips moved with hunger, as if seeking an escape for the passion that was growing inside her. She surrendered completely to the kiss, feeling her body tremble in response to every touch from Rémy. When he moved his hands to her breasts, Jeanne let out a moan of pleasure, feeling an intense heat spread throughout her body.

Rémy knew he couldn't go further than that moment, even though all he wanted was to rip Jeanne's clothes off and possess her right then and there. He knew that the church didn't allow them to go beyond that point, and that Jeanne was a woman of unshakable principles and values. But even so, he couldn't help but feel excited about the possibility of a future together.

As he kissed Jeanne fervently, Rémy imagined what their lives would be like if they got married. He dreamed of a life with her, with children running around the garden and hot nights of passion. It was as if that kiss was a promise of a better future, a hope that made him smile even in the midst of the tension of the moment.

Jeanne, in turn, felt herself becoming more and more involved with Rémy, as if he was the only man capable of making her truly feel. She surrendered to the kiss with all her senses, letting herself be carried away by a passion that seemed uncontrollable. It was as if she was flying, free and happy, in a world of sensations she had never imagined existed.

The soft moonlight passing through the window gave a magical air to that intense scene. Jeanne seemed even more beautiful in the moonlight, with her golden hair spread all over, like rays of sunshine in the darkness of the night. Rémy, on the other hand, kissed her with so much passion that it was as if the moon and the stars were witnesses to a love that transcended time and space.

The moonlight illuminated every detail of that moment, making Jeanne and Rémy feel even more connected to each other. The bed, the room, the entire world seemed to disappear as they kissed, as if nothing else mattered but that moment full of passion and desire.

Jeanne's hair seemed to shine in the moonlight, like a crown of gold that made her even more majestic. Rémy, on the other hand, kissed her with such intensity that it seemed like he wanted to devour her completely, as if she was the only thing that mattered in his life.

And so, enveloped in the soft light of the moon, Jeanne and Rémy surrendered to a kiss that seemed to have no end. It was as if time had stopped, and they were floating in a world of dreams and desires, a world where there were only the two of them and the love they felt for each other.

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