Middle+Ages+Letter

My dearest mother, For the past few months, things have been going splendidly with Charles VII. We have traveled to many cities and conquered them all. The last city we entered, Orléans. The French outlawed and captured the fortress of Saint Loup and Saint Jean le Blanc. After the treacherous days of this bloodless victory we went to court against D'Orleans, the enemy. We had impressed D'Orleans with our knighthood and sent to Lorie to gain royal permission for our plan to recapture nearby bridges. More importantly, in November and December I went to Compiegne to defend against the English and Burgundian siege. Unfortunately I was forced to retreat then captured. I was taken as a prisoner of war and tried to escape many times but failed. My trial ended very disastrously. The jurisdiction of the British government was a legal fiction. Clerical notary Nicolas Bailly, commissioned to collect testimony against me, leaving not one single piece of evidence. Before my actual trial the government passed a law not allowing me to have a legal advisor. Because of all of these mishaps, my I was proved guilty. My sentiment was excision. So I am writing you, my mother to tell you exactly what happened. I will be hung tomorrow at noon. I want you to know my real life, my real story. I will miss you very much.

Love You Till Death and Beyond,

Joan of Arc