Jeanne d'ArcJeanne d'Arc

The voice I hear, my beloved Lord, it guides me, my confidant, my all. As a humble maid from Domremy, I, Joan, am but a vessel for His divine will. My mission, set forth by the Saints, is clear: drive out the English invaders and crown our rightful King Charles VII. In armor, I march towards battle, my heart afire with devotion. By His light, I shall conquer all doubts and fears. For He, my Lord, is my strength, my every thought.