A romantic tragedy short story. This story will actually in the future be adapted and written into a full work, so do NOT copy this or claim this. _____ I had only ever met one person who truly believed in love, would do anything for it, including throwing their own life on the line-their position in society thrown to the wind-all for no care. Such as fate would have it, the idea of true love has been proven false time and time again, the heart drug through the mud, through life, every moment fleeting and all for what cause? There is none, if not for love. Let us roll all our strength and all our sweetness up into one ball, and tear our pleasures with rough strife through the iron gates of life: thus, though we cannot make our sun stand still, yet we will make him run. A man has said this to his woman, and lest it is not any less true, even as the tale I have for you today be beyond the age of my quoted sir. It starts like this: France-1338-we see a particularly festive night within the castle of King Philip VI. His wife Joan is pregnant with their fourth child, and they are announcing it to the country.