A/N: Hey everyone, I'm sorry I haven't on here in a while. I took a little break and plus starting a new job has been taking up most of my time. But I managed to finish this chapter and I'm sorry it's really short but I had writer's block with it and I was unsure how to really make this chapter. I promise the next one will be longer.
Anyway, I hope you guys enjoy and I'll try and upload soon, maybe within the next couple of days. Also, I will get the next chatper up for Wildest Dreams soon too.
Chapter 28: Celebrations
The celebrations seem to go all night alone with no hint of when it will end. She could hear the celebrations from the tent and as much as she wanted to go, she didn't. She wouldn't be able to handle it if she saw him with that woman again; her heart wouldn't be able to take it. Instead, she lay in the small bed and wondered. Was he with her? What was he doing? She couldn't help how much she thought about him. She said it was mainly curiosity but she knew it was jealousy too. Yes, she was jealous of that woman, Rhona. She experienced many times what Christine briefly experience only once and more. She had no doubt that they knew each other on an intimate level, a level Christine knew she would never know. Sighing, she knew the only way to get sleep was to try and stop thinking about him. She scoffed, knowing that wouldn't happen.
A group of warriors gathered around a campfire, their laughter rising higher than the flames. Erik leaned against a post, taking a sip of his ale. A warrior started telling a story of one of their raid. He knew which raid the warrior was talking about, the raid of the village where Christine was. As he listened to the warrior tell the story, he noticed the look on people's faces when he said it was the princess of England.
"You have certainly outdone yourself." Erik turned to see Douglas standing behind him. "I don't know if Tor would be impressed or mad." Both knew Tor's strict rule of hostages, especially female hostages.
"I can handle Tor." Erik said, not afraid of their Chief's rage.
"I'm starting to think nothing scares you." He walked up to stand next to the masked warrior. "How is the princess holding up?"
"Behaving for now."
"For now? What? Has the lass not behaved?" Douglas asked, making Erik scoffed.
"She's tried escaping several times, she almost succeeded once. She's determined, I'll give her that. Though, I mention your name and she suddenly follows orders." Douglas chuckled. "I don't think she'll try to escape this time. I have two guards on her."
"Aye, I'm glad my name is as affect as yours." Erik smirked.
"Ah there's the man of the hour." Both of their heads turned to see Rhona approach them. She leaned up to place a kiss on his good cheek.
"I'll leave you two be." Douglas said as he turned to walk away. "It's good to have you back, Phantom." Looking back at the woman in front of him, he smiled slightly at her.
"Comeā¦" She took his hand. "It's not often I get the Phantom alone." She had that look in her eyes and he knew what she was saying. "And I intend not to waste any more time." Finishing his ale, he started walking with her away from the group by the fire. She led him back to her tent, but he stopped before entering it. Turning his head, he glanced in the direction of his tent. For a moment, he thought of saying no. "Erik?" Hearing her voice, he looked back at the woman in front of him. "Are you coming?" She asked. For some reason, a part of him was telling him not to come. A part of him was telling to go back to his tent and be with her; that what he was about to do was wrong. However, his foot stepped forward and he disappeared behind the tent flaps.
