A.N Sorry it's taken me a while. Here's the next chapter.
Disclaimer: See first chapter.
Stumbles and Falls
The sunlight poured through the window. Christine woke up then next morning after, eventually, getting a few hours sleep. Raoul was not in their bed. Slightly concerned, she sat up and looked around the room. He wasn't there.
She walked down the stairs and went into the kitchen. There was a note on the table next her breakfast.
Dearest Christine,
I'm so sorry. I have been called away to attend to some business. I shall be home some when in the afternoon. Please accept my deepest apologies.
With Love,
Raoul.
She smiled slightly. Raoul was always so apologetic when he had to go away. You could always tell he wanted nothing more than to stay with her.
After last night, Christine was determined not to let him interfere in her marriage again. She would erase him from all her thoughts and then maybe, she could forget him and move on.
Maybe. Just maybe.
After getting dressed, she decided to go for a short walk in the park. Maybe the fresh air would help her with her fresh start.
It was a beautiful summer's morning. The flowers were in bloom; the whole park was covered in rich colours. The birds singing in the trees mixed with the sound of children's laughter and the smells of the bakery filled the air. Christine felt like she had stepped into a storybook picture.
It was easy forget about him in a place like this; it was so different to his underground lair of dark and despair. And it was also easy, as she soon found out, to forget to watch where you were walking.
Christine gasped as she tripped over a root of a tree. She stumbled and hit her head on the ground. Christine, you silly girl.
She sat up slowly, as she tried to focus on her surroundings. But she soon remembered where she was and tried to stand up, feeling slightly embarrassed as some people walked by. But a pain in her ankle forced her to stay on the ground.
"Are you alright, Madam?"
Christine looked to see a man bending over her. He had a concerned expression on his face.
"No," she replied quietly. "My ankle…"
"Let me have a look."
He took her ankle in both hands. "Now, does this hurt?"
He twisted her ankle very slowly. He sharp intake of breath was enough to answer his question. He let it go instantly.
"I'm afraid you've twisted it badly, Madame. Will you allow me to take you home?"
Christine nodded slightly.
He pulled her up and put her arm around his shoulders. "Now, rest all you weight on me. Try not to put any pressure on that ankle."
They started to walk. "Where do you live?" the man asked.
"In the de Chagney household."
"The de Chagney house?" The man seemed slightly surprised.
"Yes, I'm the Viscomte's wife."
They did not talk for the rest of the journey. In her pain, Christine did not notice the man's slightly amused expression.
"Christine!"
Raoul ran towards her, seeing the pain in her eyes. "What happened?"
He took her from the man and put her down in a chair. "She fell over in the park and badly twisted her ankle. I saw her and brought her home."
"Thank you, Sir," Raoul said.
"Make sure she doesn't put any pressure on it for the next few days. If you'll excuse me Viscomte, I must be going. Good day Sir, Madame"
He tipped his hat to both of them, as Raoul gently led Christine to her bedroom and called one of the servants to fetch some more pillows.
The man walked out onto the street, heading in a completely different direction from the one he was going in before.
A.N O.K, guys I need to ask a favour here. I've never read the book, but for this story, I need one of the characters from it. If any of you can give me a description of Nadir (is that right?), I'd really appreciated it. Please review!
