Time went on. Satine had received some letters from Christian detailing where he was and what it was like. It seemed if he had a good day, he would include a new poem or song he had written about Satine.
Christian had received one letter from Satine. The letter said that the Duke was planning on leaving soon.
Harold knocked on the door of Satine's dressing room.
"It's open!" She said.
Harold walked in and went over to Satine, who was sitting at her vanity.
"Hello, little chic-pea!"
"Well, good day Harold!" She said as she put on her best fake smile. When Harold came to talk to her, it was never good news.
"Satine, I need to talk to you about something, about something very serious."
'Right on queue.' Satine thought to herself.
"Yes Harold. What is it?" Her smile fading.
"It's about Christian."
Satine's heart stopped.
"Wh-What about Christian?" She stammered out.
"I've noticed the letters you have been receiving from him, and I have to say I don't like it. What were to happen if the Duke just, by some chance, found them?"
"Harold, you must not be implying that I can not stay in touch with Mr. James."
"That is EXACTLY what I am implying Satine. There is too great a risk. You must not write him anymore."
"But-" Satine sputtered out, being cut short by Harold."No if's, and's, or but's about this Satine. I told you to stop, and you will stop." He said as he walked out the door into the hallway.
Satine's eyes filled with tears. She hated Harold right now. Even though, a part of her knew that he was right. If the Duke got a hold of one of the letters, he could get Christian's address and have Warner go kill him. Satine shuddered as a breeze came in the open window, and a tear fell from her face.
Christian was getting worried.
He had not heard from Satine in a while. He wanted to know when the Duke was leaving, and when it was safe to come back. He had written her at least 2 times a week, but he had nothing from her in return.
So he waited.
He waited for a long time...
2 years to be exact.