Authors Notes: I have been lazy and not updated for a few days, sorry but here is the next chapter. I am still trying to establish parts of the story so bear with me. it will get better...i hope.

thanks to my reviewers:

DarkSarcasm: No it will not be a phantom cross over i have always loved the name christine and i wanted to use it in this story. I saw you as a lurker in my last story i am glad that you reviewed...keep it up :)

arandomreader: I am glad you like it, so here is the next chapter :)

Nosilla: Yes something will happen ;) updated as requested.

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Christine sat up and looked out the window. She had just been lying there thinking about her life and listening to the birds singing to the dawn. Just like anyone Christine had her good days and her bad. Think of the glass half full She silently reminded herself, so she put the sad thoughts of her past out of her mind.

Pushing the sheets back from her cot, she stood up and walked over to the cupboard and pulled on her daily dress which was a rough woollen blue one then she put on her apron. Christine then pulled her long dark red hair that reached past her waist back and secured it in a plait then put on a head cloth to keep it out of her face and now she was ready for her day.

Walking out of her small room and down the servants hallway to the kitchen and out in to the garden to feed the horses. Christine shivered it was early spring and Christine's favourite time of year. She put the feed out for the horses and opened their stalls. Jake the Stable hand would be here in half an hour to muck out the stalls and take care of everything else for the day.

Christine stopped and looked at the sun still rising in the sky. Christine remembered her father teaching her how to sword fight at the age of ten.

"Now hold the sword like this" James, Christine's father demonstrated "Watch your stance" Christine moved her feet in to position "perfect, now we fight using triangle motions" Slowly James began "Block me Chris, think ahead where you think I will move next by the way I move before I attack"

Time seemed to speed up till the last ever fencing lesson from her father she ever received when she was fourteen.

Christine moved with speed and if possible, grace and poise anticipating her fathers moves as he had taught her all those years ago. James was flat out trying to keep up with her strong attacks. The student had become a master. When James made a false pre strike move and Christine went for it, James delivered a fake fatal blow.

"That is something I never taught you, false tactics to get the upper hand. A move like that can cost you your life" He paused and pushed some of her hair out of her face "I am so proud of you and how much you have learnt. But you must always remember looks can be deceiving"

"I will Father, I promise" Christine hugged him

"Come on Chris, lets go horse riding" Laughing Chris took off and her father watched her go

"Last one there"

A horse sound make Christine come out of her day dream. The sun had fully risen. I'm late Her thoughts screamed and she took off across the vast lawns towards the castle that was Datson Manor. She ran all way in to the kitchen, Mandy the cook had already began breakfast without her.

"I was wondering where you got to, can you check the eggs, your dear sister will be out on the wrong side of the bed it they are over done" Laughing Christine did as she was asked.

Mandy had been the cook since before Christine was born. She was like Christine's mother and confidant. The two were very close and it was always a happy kitchen among all servants.

Breakfast was finished on time despite Christine's late arrival. And Christine was knocking on her sister's door with breakfast on time as usual.

"Enter" Was the only reply

Christine opened the door and stepped in putting the breakfast tray on the table and walking across the room and opening the heavy green velvet curtains. The light filled the beautiful green room as it was called. It used to be Christine's room once upon a time. Her father used to say it matcher her eyes. The walls were a light green and the ceiling was a high one, decorated with gold leaf detail. All the furniture was a polished wood; it was the fifth largest room in the house after the entry hall, ballroom, library and main bedroom.

"Morning Lady" Christine curtsied. "I trust you slept well"

Looking at her sister they could not be more different in look alone. Melanie had waist length blond hair and blue eyes; she was tall and had a strong build about her although she was thin. While Christine had dark red hair and bright green eyes, she was the spiting image of her father although she was about a foot shorter than her younger sister and had a delicate look about her, although she was anything but.

"I did, now fetch me my robe, maid" Christine wordlessly did as she was told; this is how her sister was. Melanie stepped out of bed and in to her robe then went over sat down and began her breakfast while watching Christine make the bed and tidy her room.

Christine was conscious of her sister watching her while she moved about now getting out one of her gowns to wear today and matching jewellery and shoes.

Once her sister finished eating Christine helped her dress in her corset and undergarments and finally her beautiful gown of soft lavender and did her hair in an up style and put her jewellery on. Once she was finished Melanie stood and admired herself in the mirror waiting for Christine to complement her which she has to do every morning.

"You look perfect lady" Christine curtsied again Melanie glowed and left the room without a word. Today was actually a bearable day in the world of serving Melanie. Christine cleaned up her dressing table and took the empty tray back to the kitchen the cleaned the drawing room and library.

Once this was finished Christine practically ran to the stables and collected her horse which she had been allowed to keep and sword. She took off her apron and head scarf, and then she was off galloping across the fields to where her father used to take her to practice sword fighting, a secluded clearing on the edge the property.

Once there she practiced her sword moves and stances, moving with grace in every move in a sort of dance. Suddenly Christine had the feeling that she was being watched…

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Ok so another chapter down please R&R i cant read minds and i do want to know what you think

until next time

E J Riddle