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Chapter 54: The Royal Wedding

She was too stunned to speak. What could she say though? As much as she wanted to be happy and excited, she couldn't. She could tell anyone about this pregnancy, no one could. If word got out of this pregnancy, it could ruin many things for her. Oh bloodily hell…the wedding was just two days away. In two days, she would be married to someone else while carrying Erik's child.

"Your Highness?" The doctor's voice brought her back from her thoughts.

"I'm sorry…I was just thinking." She apologized.

"It's quite alright, your Highness. I can imagine this is surprising news." Nodding, she looked down at her clothed stomach. "Might I ask…do you know who the father is?" He asked her, making her nod again.

"Yes. There was only one man that I was with." She answered. It was Erik's child she was carrying. Knowing she wouldn't tell him the name, the doctor dropped it.

"I promise I will keep this a secret, your Highness." He told her, making her smile slightly.

"Thank you, doctor."

"You are welcome." He said as he backed up his things. "I will check on you before you leave for France." He told her, making her nod. Though it was only a few days until she would leave, he still wanted to make sure she would be alright for the travel there. Watching the doctor leave, she couldn't help let her mind wonder. Catherine had remained quiet during the examination, but Christine knew she was curious to who was the father. Oh god, how am I going to tell Erik?

That was a problem she didn't know how she was going to solve. How was she going to inform Erik about this? He did have the right to know, it is his child that she is carrying. However, she didn't want to risk the secret coming out. No one knew of her relationship with the Phantom here, not even her father. She knew she would have to keep this a secret for the rest of her life, along with now that she was pregnant with his child. Oh god, how am I going to explain this to the prince? How could she explain to her soon-to-be husband that she is pregnant with another man's child. Groaning, she heard a knock on the door. Allowing the person to come in, she saw her father enter.

"Father…" She rose and bowed.

"I was informed that you requested a doctor. Is everything alright?" He asked, worried of course. He knew she wasn't well since she returned. He already threatened to the Scots if something happen to her now, but Christine assured him that she would be alright. And she is alright…she's just pregnant.

"Yes, father. Everything is alright." She said to him. "It's just a stomach flu he said." She lied. "He told me to rest until the wedding."

"Very well." He believed her. "I can understand it is stressful with this wedding approaching."

"You could say that."

"I know you aren't fond of this wedding."

"Why are you making me marry this man then?" She asked him, making him sigh. "You told me before it was for the future of England's alliance with France…I don't want to marry him, father. I can't marry him."

"Why can't you marry him?" He asked, taking a step closer to her. She stood there, wondering if she should tell him about Erik.

"B-because I-I-"

"Excuse, your Highness?" Both heads turned to see a servant standing there. "I'm sorry if I interrupted something, but the captain of the guard needs to see you." He informed the king.

"I'll be right there." Gustave told the servant who bowed and walked away. Turning back around, he faced his daughter. "We will finish this discussion later." He said to her before leaving the room. Christine stayed in the room, letting out a breath. Her hand resting against her stomach as if cradling her unborn child.

Making his way out of the castle, he followed the servant through the city to the city gate. Coming closer, he noticed several guards standing in a spot, waiting. Approaching them, he also noticed a large hole in the wall. Kneeling down, he took a closer look at the hole. It was big enough for a person to squeeze through which worried him.

"Shall we be worried, sir?" His captain of the guard asked.

"Do you think this is the Scot's doing?" Another man asked. Standing back up, he looked at the guards.

"They wouldn't break the truce." He answered. "Double up the patrol around the city. I want every guard working the day of the wedding." He ordered, making his captain nod. Looking back at the hole, he didn't want to think that the Scots were behind this. However, he remembered the look on a particular Scot's face and he always feared that he would come after his daughter. Though he knew Erik would be crazy to attack London, it didn't mean it wasn't possible.

Wedding Day

Today is the day, Christine…you can do this, you can do this. She kept telling herself that, trying to convince herself. She felt sick to her stomach, mainly from the nerves and morning sickness. The doctor had checked on her earlier this morning and gave her the okay to get marry. Her father still didn't know about the baby or Erik. Christine couldn't tell him. Now she was standing in front of a mirror, watching as her maid put the veil on her head.

"You look beautiful, my lady." Her maid said. She did look beautiful, but it was tearing her heart to be wearing this dress. Don't cry, don't cry…though she knew she would cry. Hearing the church bells ring, she knew that was her cue to head to the church. Turning away from the mirror, she headed for the door. Opening it, there were towards standing there, two that she had not seen before.

"Your Highness." Both of them bowed in respect. She noticed something different about them…their accents were off.

"Gentlemen." She bowed back.

"We have orders to escort you to the church, my lady." That accent, where was that from? "Are you ready, my lady?" He asked her. Taking a deep breath, she nodded.

"I'm not ready, but we can't keep the French waiting." She said. The two guards only nodded before stepping aside to let her walk. Walking next to one of them, she noticed how tall he was. The last time she was next to a tall man was in Scotland and those Scots were tall. They walked quietly towards the church. Christine noticed them glancing around a lot, as if looking for something or someone. "Are you looking for something?" She asked one of the guards. He turned his head towards her and she gasped slightly at the light green eyes with thick lashes.

"Just following the king's orders, my lady." He answered.

"Do you think we will be attacked?" She asked, a little nervous.

"You never know, my lady." He said to her. "Phantoms are known to attack anywhere." He said, making her gasp slightly again. Those eyes…the references of Phantoms…that horrible English accent…where these guards actually…Phantoms? Before she could open her mouth to say something to them, they had reached the church where her father was waiting. As her father approached them, the two guards backed up. Watching them back away, she kept looking at them.

"Christine?" Turning her face towards her father, she realized it was time. "It's time." He said, making her nod. Taking a deep breath, she let her father take her arm. Glancing behind, she looked at the two guards. A memory came back of when she said goodbye to the Phantoms back in Scotland. A tear was threatened to form in her eye, but she forced it back. Turning her attention back to the church doors. This is it…

The church doors opened and Christine suddenly felt overwhelmed by everything. Slowly walking down the long aisle, her eyes glanced around at all the people in the church. She recognized several people, but there were no faces in the crowd that she wanted. She wanted her Scottish family, but she knew that they wouldn't be here. Looking forward, she noticed the prince at the end of the aisle. He was nothing compared to Erik and he was going to be her husband. Swallowing hard, she tried not to think about Erik. Stopping, she glanced to her father, hoping he would stop this before it's too late.

"Who gives this woman away?" The bishop asked.

"I do." Gustave answered, glancing at his daughter. Giving her a tight hug, she tried to not to let the tears fall. "I love you, Christine."

"I love you too, father." She said back. Stepping back, he let her turn towards the French prince. Finding his seat, he took a deep breath as the bishop continued to ceremony. He couldn't stop this wedding now, not matter how much he knew Christine didn't want this. Truth was, he didn't want this either but now was too late to stop this. He could only watch his daughter be married to someone he knew she doesn't love.

She didn't look at him, not the prince or the bishop. This didn't feel like what a wedding should be. This was supposed to be a happy day, but she wasn't happy and she doubt that the prince was happy either. She just stood there as the dutiful princess and bride, but her mind and heart were elsewhere. She kept forcing the tears away, not wanting to show them.

"If there is anyone here who thinks these two shall not be joined in matrimony, speak now or forever hold your peace?" The bishop asked the crowd. Hearing the silence, Christine closed her eyes as a tear ran down her cheek.

"I object."

Any ideas on who objects? Find out soon...

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