Vicomtess Christine de Chagny.
It wasn't such a bad name. It sounded elegant; almost unusual. I had always been known by Christine Daae; but if I married Raoul, I could leave behind that life and start a new one. A new life. A new life full of new experiences, love, happiness, and security. A new life full of wealth. Children. Family.
Christine.
The name sounded simple, but it was beautiful in it's own unique way. If I married Erik, I would have no last name; I would simply be known as Christine. I would give up the light of day, and sink down into his haunting, dark world. It would be both beautiful and hideous to see myself give in to such a life; a life of darkness, music, and Erik. A life of being childless. Friendless. Loved by a musical genius.
Both names could fit me. I could be a loving mother and a caring wife. I could live with wealth, fame, and security. I could also live in the dark with Erik; with no children, no real family, and no security. My entire future depended on this one thing.
What should I be called?
