Damn it, why couldn't he remember where he had seen those eyes before. He knew he had seen them somewhere else before meeting Christine. But where? Taking one last look at his angel, he gave up on this train of thought and drifted off.

Erik stood hidden in the shadows. He hated when his father dragged him about Scotland. He didn't understand why his father was working so hard on attempting to get all of the clans to come to an agreement in the event that Scotland was attacked. He had heard enough of the two men arguing and decided to go see what this particular Laird was hiding.

He had already turned down several corridors when he finally he heard it. He had never heard such a beautiful noise come from one that was in such pain. He followed it until he opened the door that led to her. The Laird had left his two year old in a room alone in a corridor where no one seemed to visit. The stupid idiot. Erik got closer. The screaming child had a shade of violet that looked menacingly dark but brighter than the heaven's sky at the same time. He picked her up and sang her a lullaby that his mother had sung to him and his sister. Soon she had calmed down, and before she went to sleep, Erik noticed her eyes had changed to a soft, deep blue that reminded him of the sea. He set her back down and went to look for his father.

Erik awoke and looked to his left to see his angel still asleep. He wondered where the dream had come from. He remembered going to McDonough's as a child, but he knew that his Christine could not have been that babe. She would have been in England then. Were his thoughts so consumed by her that he would put her eyes in a distant memory? He got up and made sure he was fully clothed before leaving to go out to the stalls. He had to clear his head.

Christine woke up to find that once again that Erik had already left hours before. She got up and began to get ready for the day. Suddenly, she flopped back on the bed. What was the point in even getting ready for the day? It wasn't like she was going to do anything anyhow. That settled it. Today, she was going to find something to do that Erik could say anything against. She was not going to let her life be ruined by his ever-changing moods.

She stood up and quickly made the bed and ran down to the kitchen. She thought it might be a good idea to tell someone where she was planning on going. After being warned by Bessie to make sure she was dressed warm enough, Christine headed out to the stables.

Erik brought his horse back several hours after waking up. For some reason, he decided to take care of his own horse today instead of handing it off to the stableboy. He thought that maybe he was looking for an excuse to avoid seeing Christine. The dream he had was still haunting him. He didn't know what to do. Women seemed to be more trouble than what they were worth. They smelled soft and were wonderful to hold, but even when they weren't with you, they consumed all of your thoughts. No he decided women were definitely not worth it. At this point, he was almost praying for another war. Another chance to take out his frustrations on another soul without anyone saying a word about it.

He lifted the saddle off of his horse and was returning it to its hold when his ears picked up on soft footsteps and humming. He ducked into his horse's stall and waited to see how far she would go.

He watched as she went into her horse's stall. He stood up and followed to watch her through the opening. As she began to saddle her horse, her humming stopped as she began to sing the actual words to the song.

Erik became enthralled with her song. It was not so much what she was singing as it was the sound that was coming out of her mouth. Feeling a pressing need to be closer to her, Erik took the first oppurtinity that presented itself when she turned her back. He walked over to her horse and waited patiently for her to present her face to him.

Christine finished her song and remembering the purpose that she had started out with, spun around to find Erik standing in front of her. She placed her hand over her chest and took a moment to catch her breath. "Good morning, Christine."

"Gosh, Erik, you think you could at least give a little warning." Erik smiled.

"Going somewhere?"

"What?"

Erik looked down at Christine's horse and looked back up to meet her blue eyes. Her cheeks began to turn red as she remembered what she was doing before Erik had distracted her. "Oh, I thought that I would go for a ride. Would you like to come?"

A/N: Okay, I know it is kind of short, but things have been hectic around here. I have an outline as to where it is going. However, the more the story progresses the more little thoughts come, and I have to find someplace to put them.