A/N: Hello guys :D!
Here is chapter two, I know it's way too short and there's not Erik or Christine in it but it's important. Don't worry though, chapter three will be up very soon (in two or three days the latest) and it'll make it up to you ;).

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So, without further ado, I give you chapter 2!

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Chapter 2

Antoinette de Volk ran a comb through her hair as she absently observed the dust motes dancing with the early-sunlight that flooded her and Gustave's chamber.

Since it was still early, everything in the castle was still quite, maybe quieter than it had been in days. A blessing surely!
The festival and the jousting games was an event eagerly awaited by everyone, however, it was more tiring for the hosts than anyone could imagine. Thankfully, it only lasted ten days.

Suddenly, the chamber's door slammed against the wall breaking the silence she'd been enjoying. Only one person could make that door swing on its hinges. She turned but her sweet smile faded as soon as she caught the look on her husband's face.

The dark scowl on the Comte's face made her blood freeze. She hadn't seen his jaw so tight, or the vein pulsing on his temple in a very long time.

"Christine is gone."

Antoinette stood up so fast that she made herself dizzy. "Gone? What do you mean gone?" She walked quickly toward her husband.

"GONE! She didn't sleep in her bed last night. She is not in the castle or in the gardens, or in the village."

"Oh no, Gustave." She placed her hand against his chest.

He pulled her into his embrace and buried his face in her hair as she rested her cheek against him.

But they had to act so he released her as soon as he felt himself relax slightly. The new look on his face made Antoinette smile softly. This was her husband... the devil Comte.

"Gustave, my love, don't you think it would be better to search for her again, before going to a war against an unknown opponent?"

"Of course I will keep looking for her."

She stroked his fist. "I hope without destroying every building in the village."

He relaxed his tight fist then and caught his wife's fingers but the expression on his face did not change. "She cannot be far... she was just here yesterday, wasn't she?"

With so many foreigners at the keep Antoinette knew that he'd been distracted from his family. His focus was on the men taking part in the jousting games.

"Yes, indeed she was. " then she paused and thought.

When did I last see Christine? The girl didn't attend the evening meal... nor had she appeared at the family room afterwards.

"What?" Gustave looked down at her, his scowl quickly turning into a frown of worry. "When did you last see her?"

Antoinette thought over and over again last day's events. "Yesterday morning, but I saw her maid before retiring last night."

His eyes widened. "Her maid was alone?"

"Yes, she was helping out in the fields all day yesterday. I assumed Christine would remain close by."

Gustave groaned. "And how was Christine when you actually saw her? Was she angry?"

She rolled her eyes. "She was her usual self... moody...distracted...frustrated." her gaze met her husband's again "Oh god! Do you think she would run away?"

The Comte paused before answering. Finally, he shook his head. "Nay. She may be stubborn and mulish, and may on occasion slip away from her maid, but no... she would not run away. Not ever!"

"That can only mean..." Antoinette held her breath "...that somebody took her."

"Aye. That's exactly what I fear."

"Then we must receive a ransom note soon?"

"A ransom note will better arrive quickly, If those who took her wish to live."

"Have you talked to the rest?"

Gustave shook his head. "No, I wanted to speak to you first."

"Perhaps you'd better tell them now." His wife exhaled.

"I will go find Raoul and Adam while you find their wives."

"Aye. Shall we meet in the family room?"

The Comte only nodded and rushed out of the room.

Antoinette prayed that those who'd taken Christine knew who she was. That would keep them from dishonouring the youngest sister of the Wolves.

And while she worried and prayed for Christine, she knew that Gustave, his brother and his cousin would do everything in their power to find her.

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A/N: Boring but important, but I'll be back soon ;)! In next chapter Erik and Christine meet *waggles eyebrows*!

Until the next time, folks :D!