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Guardian Angel
Christine sat at her father's grave. It had been a rather lonely Christmas. She had spent all of yesterday in her room at the inn while everyone else went about their yearly celebrations. She didn't mind, though. Her mind had been busy thinking about Nadir. What had he been doing yesterday? Had he been with family? A sweetheart?
Christine shook her head scattering her thoughts. It was none of her business, really. So why did she care so much?
"Oh, Father," she said to her dearly departed sire. "I'm so confused. I don't want to marry Raoul, but I seem to be entertaining thoughts about the daroga." She toyed with the red scarf in her lap. "What am I to do?" She whispered.
A strong wind picked up. As in, it picked up her scarf and carried it away.
Christine let out a little cry of alarm and ran after it.
Right into Nadir.
"Oof." She would have fallen if his arms hadn't gone around her waist to steady her. "I beg your pardon, Mademoiselle," he said, clearly flustered.
"Oh, not at all, Monsieur," she replied shyly, for his hands were still on her waist. "I wasn't looking where I was going. You see, I'm trying to catch my scarf..."
He held up a red scarf.
"Oh. You caught it." She blushed as he handed it to her.
He chuckled. "Actually, it caught me. Flew right into my face."
They both laughed at this. Then they both seemed to realize that he hadn't released her. Their eyes met and stayed linked for a long time. "Have you had breakfast, Christine?" Her name sounded wonderful coming off his lips.
"No, not yet," she admitted in a breathy voice.
"Then, would you care to join me?"
Christine had been staring in his eyes and didn't understand. "Join you for what?"
He smiled softly. "Breakfast."
"Oh, of course. I'd be delighted."
He took his hands from around her waist and offered his arm. *Most people would have looked at me funny if I forgot what we were talking about,* Christine thought. Her gaze shifted to the man walking her back to the inn.
*But, then, he isn't most people.*
Guardian Angel
Christine sat at her father's grave. It had been a rather lonely Christmas. She had spent all of yesterday in her room at the inn while everyone else went about their yearly celebrations. She didn't mind, though. Her mind had been busy thinking about Nadir. What had he been doing yesterday? Had he been with family? A sweetheart?
Christine shook her head scattering her thoughts. It was none of her business, really. So why did she care so much?
"Oh, Father," she said to her dearly departed sire. "I'm so confused. I don't want to marry Raoul, but I seem to be entertaining thoughts about the daroga." She toyed with the red scarf in her lap. "What am I to do?" She whispered.
A strong wind picked up. As in, it picked up her scarf and carried it away.
Christine let out a little cry of alarm and ran after it.
Right into Nadir.
"Oof." She would have fallen if his arms hadn't gone around her waist to steady her. "I beg your pardon, Mademoiselle," he said, clearly flustered.
"Oh, not at all, Monsieur," she replied shyly, for his hands were still on her waist. "I wasn't looking where I was going. You see, I'm trying to catch my scarf..."
He held up a red scarf.
"Oh. You caught it." She blushed as he handed it to her.
He chuckled. "Actually, it caught me. Flew right into my face."
They both laughed at this. Then they both seemed to realize that he hadn't released her. Their eyes met and stayed linked for a long time. "Have you had breakfast, Christine?" Her name sounded wonderful coming off his lips.
"No, not yet," she admitted in a breathy voice.
"Then, would you care to join me?"
Christine had been staring in his eyes and didn't understand. "Join you for what?"
He smiled softly. "Breakfast."
"Oh, of course. I'd be delighted."
He took his hands from around her waist and offered his arm. *Most people would have looked at me funny if I forgot what we were talking about,* Christine thought. Her gaze shifted to the man walking her back to the inn.
*But, then, he isn't most people.*
