Shadow of the red rose: The guard holding him.
PhantomFan01: You won't be disappointed.
Trmo77: Yes, but it rather a bad suggestion because now the pressure is on Meg.
Phantom Serenity: A little bit.
Chapter thirty-five
"Mama," Meg begged. "Please. Drop the gun."
"Ten seconds." The guard said. "One. Two. Three."
"Meg." Her mother said.
"Four. Five."
"Mama! Please!" Meg shrieked. "Please! I can't decide like this!"
Her mother appeared to be lost in thought, but this was not the time to begin thinking that hard.
"Six. Seven.
"Time is running out." The prince said.
"Eight."
"MOTHER!" Meg screamed. "DROP IT!"
Her mother snapped out of the thought, stepped back and dropped the gun. Meg whirled around as the guard uncocked the gun and moved it away from Raoul's head. At that moment, several things hit her.
If her mother hadn't dropped the gun, Raoul could have been shot and he'd be dead. Meg's heart rate sped up and she started gasping for air as realization had hit her. She'd never get the chance to be his wife. She'd never bear his children. She'd never be loved again. No one could tenderly fulfill her need to be complete. No one…could cause her to shamefully crave kisses even in public.
Even now, she had the overwhelming desire to kiss him. But, could she resist the calling? She decided not to; she'd been too cautious with Raoul. She knew that what he'd been telling her was true. She was in love with him. She was going to throw caution to the wind and just love him. She wouldn't hide from these feelings anymore.
Raoul exhaled as the gun was removed from his head. But his gaze remained on Meg. Her emotions changed instantly. First, there was fear, then realization, and finally. Love. The love light he'd been looking forward to seeing in her eyes, even if they were glistening with tears. It had taken her only a matter of seconds to figure out what she already knew.
Meg belonged to him. Meg ran up to Raoul and she threw her graceful ballerina arms around his neck. Raoul brought his leg up and kicked the guard between his legs, causing him to grunt and let go of him. He wrapped his arm around her and kissed her forehead.
"Oh Raoul!" she said. "I'm so stupid!"
"Shh Meg."
Meg leaned close and said, "I love you."
Raoul's heart jumped in his chest as Meg leaned forward and kissed him! Raoul pulled Meg as close to him as he could.
"You've got to be kidding me!" the prince shouted. "Madame, your daughter is a fool!"
"I agree." Madame Giry said. "But she's happy. We'll just have to deal with it."
"Brava!" everyone spun around to see Erik and Christine in the doorway. Erik's eyes were already scanning the room. "Indeed. Everyone shall. Now your highness, I believe you were just leaving."
Raoul studied the prince. He appeared nervous about seeing Erik. He nodded and turned to his guard. "Leave!" he turned to Madame Giry and scowled. "You return those gifts at once!"
Erik chuckled, "gifts are meant to be given, not taken."
"They were expensive!"
"Then you shouldn't be so foolish to spend such gifts on a woman you barely know!" Erik said. "A lesson well learnt. Leave your highness." The prince stepped forward and Erik cut in front of him. "Your highness," he added in a low and menacing voice. "I have the ear of many, the shah of Persia and several other members of royalty that would take my word over yours. You will remain silent about this affair and not speak a word. If anything happens to me, I have a feeling your life will not last long. Never set a foot on French water or soil again."
Raoul felt a little awkward that Erik was doing the fighting for him. But Meg, with her face so close to him was a very big distraction. The prince left and Meg kissed him again.
"You!" Madame Giry said. "What are you doing here?"
"I was going to inform the vicomte of all that had passed and I wanted to take my lovely bride to the beach." Erik turned to Raoul. "Now, are you planning to marry her soon? Because I promised my bride that I wouldn't take her on a honeymoon until you two were wed."
Raoul smirked, "we'll see."
"You better!" Madame Giry said. "You've already taken her virginity!"
Raoul chuckled, "Madame, I'm going to ask Meg when I see fit. Not when you ordain it!"
Madame Giry stared at him, "how dare you speak to me that way?"
"Madame, pardon me, but you've had it coming. I've been polite and endured every rude comment you've said about me for weeks, but no more! If you cannot maintain a civil tongue in your head, please leave my house at once!" Meg stared up at him and he wondered if she was pleased or not with him. he turned to her and kissed her on the forehead. "now, go change into something pretty and I'll see you down here in an half hour."
"what?"
"we're going on a picnic." He stated shooting his unwanted company a glare. "alone."
With that he turned and walked up the stairs to go get that little package that he'd recently bought for her the day before.
Meg's hands trembled slightly as she Raoul helped her out of the buggy he'd driven to a deserted, rocky, forest section of the beach. It was so quiet besides the sounds of the crashing waves and the nickering horses.
"Meg?" Raoul's voice startled her and she jumped slightly. He smirked. "thinking hard?"
she nodded and reached for the blanket. "yes. I was."
Raoul's hand cupped her chin. "about this morning?"
She nodded. "yes." She inhaled. "I thought I'd loose you."
"Meg," he kissed her cheek. "my love," her nose. "darling." He gripped her hand as he knelt on the sandy shore. "We've wasted enough time as it is, I cannot wait any longer my love." Meg gasped and tears filled her eyes. "Meg Giry, will you do me the honor of becoming my wife, the mother of my children and the woman who grows old beside me in years to come? I love you so much. I cannot bear to be apart from you anymore. I need you Meg."
She sniffled and knelt down beside him nodding her head. "yes Raoul. I will marry you."
Raoul exhaled and reached into his pocket. He pulled out ring box, she opened it and he slid the pink diamond ring on her finger. He kissed her hand before kissing her. Meg gripped his shoulders and she knew it was only a matter of time before she was the lady marguerite Katherine de Chagney.
Ok, now this story is swiftly winding up. One last chapter and maybe a epilogue. Don't forget to review!
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