That night Christen couldn't sleep again. She had terrible sleeping habbits every since she was a baby. Most of the time when she couldn't sleep, Christen would walk around the house and earily in the morning the servants would find her in the dogs basket cuddled up to Oscar. Christen pushed back her cover's placing her danity feet, on thebitter floor boards. Rubbing her eyes she slowly made her way to her bedroom door. Silently Christen closed the door behind her and made her way down the moon lit hallway. As Christen went down the turn off to the left, she could hear faint crying in a distance. Like a ghost she made her way to where the sound was drifting from. Placing her hand on the doornob, Christen slowly made her way into the room. Then Christen noticed the source of the sobbing. Little Raoul was lying on the bed, crying into the pillow. Christen began to make her way towards the bed.
"Why where you crying?" She asked in that angelic vice of hers. Raoul looked up and wiped his tears turning away from her.
"Hayfever." Raoul said sheepishly. Christen being asinquisitive as she had always been, was not convinced.
"Its too earily for hayfever. Please tell me. Why where you crying? I want to be your friend." Again Christen began to inch her way towards the bed. An awkward silence between the two of them. Then finally Raoul broke it.
"Why should i tell you? You won't understand."
"Please tell me. I may be able to help." There was another awkward silence before them both again. Raoul turned round to face her.
"My father died." Christen bowed her head.
"Im sorry. What about your mother?"
"My mother is dead as well. What about your mother."
"I never knew her at all. She died a few days after my birth."
"Im sorry as well." More silence. The silence was gravely annoying Christen.
"Do you want to walk around the house with me?" Raoul seemed a bit surprised.
"Want we get told off and sent to bed?"
"Oh no! No one ever beats me or tells me off. My father does not agree with it. Its is a deepful sin. Everyone is asleep. No one will notice, as long as you quiet." Raoul considered her and then moved off the bed, putting his dressing gown on, along with his slippers. They made their way down the halls, till the reached the grand staircase. Raoul followed Christen, like a sheep following his shepherd or in this case Little bow peep. They finaly reached they destination, which was the living room. Raoul wondered why she came here. He was about to ask her, but then he noticed Oscar. The dog perked up as he saw Christen. She puta small index finger to lips and shoshed him. Oscar was immediately silenced. Raoul watched Christen play with Oscar from a distance, because he was not a big lover of dogs.
Christen beckoned Raoul to come over. "Come Raoul." But Raoul shoke his head.
"I don't really like dogs." Christen pouted.
"He'll never hurt a soul. Please?" Yet again Raoul shoke his head. Christen was not one to give in easily, so she took hold of Raouls hand and lead it gently over Oscars warm fur. Then without warning Oscar licked Raoul over the face. Christen laughed, as he wiped the dogsaliva off of his face.
They where awak till the earily hours of the morning and ended up all cuddled together asleep. At what Raoul thought was a bad day, turned out to be a pretty good one and he knew the rest of his days would be the same, as long as he had the bright soul of Christen with him.
A/N: AW! Fluffy! im sorry if the chapters seem a bit short. I was just wondering as well if i have gotten Christen fathers name right. If i haven't can you please tell me what it is.
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