Fey Lover

I open my Private Locker. The one in my mind, bolted shut for decades. Tonight, adrenaline surges. I spill it raw. You get the thrill of my deepest secret. That night, June 17, 1429. North-west of Orléans. Camp buzzing after Beaugency’s fall. Jeanne holds council. I stand back. Tensions rise. I back her scout plan….