Olivier transforms into a completely different person on the battle field. He no longer has that sappy, sparkle in his eye or the constant trace of a smile on his lips. His face is devoid of emotions, hard as a rock as he takes the defensive against the Frense soldiers. My present prevents the peasants from trying to attack Olivier, and luckily the Frense aren't too keen on fighting their beloved prince. Many of them ignore us, quit frankly too busy with fighting each other. When I bring this up to Olivier, his hard exterior breaks for a second in order to smile triumphantly and say "I'm with you, and my soldiers know I haven't lost a fight with them since I was eight." Something inside of me goes warm, wanting to kiss him more than ever right now. But I force myself to ignore it and n
