I were lionhearted too. My faith were just as strong.

And I would learn this new side of faith that Eleanor and Richard and the rest of the royal lions claimed. My faith would bring me back to Nottingham. My faith would bring Prince John to his knees before me.

As the carriage pitched and tossed, and the place I were promised to protect faded and the man I loved disappeared, I prayed for faith.

And I vowed vengeance.