A/N: Hello everyone, Happy September. I hope you are enjoying the week. I have a new chapter up for you guys and I am sorry for the wait on this. I've been making big changes for this story which will be happening very soon. So stay tune for the big surprise.

Anyway, enjoy the chapter

Chapter 51: England

Four days; after four long days, they had crossed the border into England. Though London was still a day or two ride, Gustave was relieved that they made it back into English territory. The Scots wouldn't dare attack them now, though he still had that fear. He hadn't missed the looks his daughter and Erik were giving each other. He knew something happened during Christine's time with the Scots. However, Christine was silent since they started the long ride. It was hard to miss the sadness on her face, it had been on her face since the moment they left.

"Sir?" A man's voice brought the king's attention back. "Her highness has refused to eat again." Sighing, Gustave was beginning to worry. Not only has Christine been quiet, she also hasn't been eating much.

"Thank you." He said to the man. "Where is my daughter?" He asked him.

"By the tree there, staring into the distance." He answered. Thanking the man once again, he walked passed the man to go find his daughter. She was where the man said she would be, leaning against a tree, staring off into distance towards Scotland.

"Christine?" Hearing her father's voice, she turned to glance at him. "Is everything alright?" He asked, walking up to her.

"Y-Yes, everything is alright." She lied to him.

"Christine, I know you and I know that everything is not fine." He said to her. "You have been quiet since we left, you haven't eaten much…you are always looking back." Sighing, she knew he was right. She wasn't alright, how could she be alright? She just left the man she loved, the people she grew to love…she left home. "What is wrong, Christine?" He asked her. She looked at him, wondering if she could really tell him about what happened during her time at the camp. Could she tell him about her relationship with Erik? She knew he wouldn't approve of it which is why she decided not to tell him.

"I'm just…tired of the travelling." She lied a little. She was tired of the long hours in the saddle. Though they were only two days away from London, she wasn't happy with the next days of more riding. Knowing he won't the answer he was looking for, he dropped it. In time, he hoped that she would tell him what exactly happened during her stay with the Phantoms.

The sight of the empty bedroom brought no emotion out of her. The room she once loved now was an empty room. Looking around, she felt more alone in this large room than when she was alone in Erik's tent. Walking over to the bed, her fingers ran along the cold sheets. Closing her eyes, her mind imagined the sight of warrior laying on the bed, the fabric of the sheets barely covering him. The smile on his face that greeted her each morning…No more, no more would she get that look in the mornings or his soft kisses to wake her. Letting a tear run down her cheek, she knew she would have to let him go. Looking down at the ring on her finger, a smile appeared on her face. Though the future was uncertain, the ring represented a time that she would never forget.