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Chapter 6

Christine's POV-

I woke up in a bedroom. Everything looked very expensive, and well varnished. I was very confused at this point. Where was I? What had happened? I quickly recalled the events that had taken place earlier. I gasped and quickly got up from the bed I was on. I noticed a note on the night table. The outside said Mademoiselle, so I opened it. It read:

Dear Mademoiselle,

I hope you are not startled, but I have a proposition for you. You will live here with me for a week. After this amount of time I will allow you 1 day to go to your fiancée and tell him that you no longer wish to have the wedding. Do not tell him why you are canceling the wedding or where you are going. On that day you must be back by night fall, no later. If any of these commands are not met your Vicomte's life will be taken.

- Le Maître

Tears fell from my eyes, so hard I was blinded. I sat back on to the bed and held my head in my hands. 'Why can I not just live my life peacefully with Raoul? Am I being punished for something?' I laid down on to the bed, hiding my face into the pillows as I continued to cry.

I had been crying for what seemed to be eternity, when I heard someone enter the room. I raised my head from the pillows to find an older women setting down a tray on a small desk.

"Who are you?" I asked through sobs

"I am Marie."

"Why am I here? Who is keeping me here?"

"Oh child," she said sitting down on the bed. "I am not sure I can answer those questions."

"I just want to go home." I sobbed into one of the pillows. The maid did not offer any words of wisdom she simply sighed and walked out of the room.

Once I got control over my sobs, I walked over to the tray she had brought in. It had on it a pot of tea and a pocelin cup. The tea did not seem important so I went to the door Marie had came through. I slowly twisted the door knob, once the door was opened it reviled a plain hall way which quickly lead to a spiral staircase. I hurried down the first 2 steps and quickly noticed the beautiful portraits hanging on the wall. They were all pictures of a beautiful women with long red hair, and deep green eyes. Her delicate features were stunning. Each picture held a different pose, each of them equally enchanting. I continued to walk and the pictures continued. The stair case ended at another hallway, this one not quite as plain. The walls were the color of rubies, but it was trimmed with gold. The pictures in this hall were of the virgin Mary. The strange décor perplexed me, who was this person I was being held captive by? At the end of the hall was an oak door, the wooden door looked so out of place within the rest of the beautiful merchandise.

By that time tears no longer stained my eyes, my curiosity had taken hold of my mind. I turned the gold knob on the door, to a room that looked to be a study. The décor in this room matched perfectly with the décor in the hall. As I looked strangely at my surroundings, a man's voice said:

"Mademoiselle I was wondering when you would wonder out of your room." My head instantly shot over to the source of the voice. It was a tall man with dark brown hair and blue eyes. If he would not have been keeping me captive, I would have thought he was handsome.

"Who are you?" I asked, my voice slightly cracking.

"You shall know me only as Le Maître."

"Why am I here?" He stood up from the chair he was sitting in and came over to me. His tall frame towered over me.

"You are here because, I am quite lonely in this house, and need some company."

"Why me? Why could you not pick some woman who has no life? A woman who is not in Love?" Tears streamed from my eyes again.

"Oh my dear, those girls have no class compared to you Mon Cherie." I gave him an almost evil look as he gently stroked his index finger over my cheek.

"Don't Touch Me!" I snapped at him

"I Will Do With You What I Please!" he yelled back

"Go To Hell!" these words that came out of my mouth surprised even me. But I had no time to be shocked, because he smacked the back of his hand against my cheek. The same cheek he had just touched so affectionately. The action was so forceful, I fell to the ground. I pressed my fingers to the throbbing area. There was heat rising from my skin, and the pain came almost instantly.

"You Will Respect Me Like A Wife Respects Her Husband." His voice was a little calmer, but his words shocked me. Wife? I did not even know this man and he was expecting me to act like his wife? "Do You Understand?"

"Ye…Yes" I managed to mummer

"Good now go back to your room and get ready for dinner it will be served shortly. There are some dresses in the trunk at the end of your bed." He had full control over his temper once more, and he spoke calmly.

I nodded and quickly stood up. I did not want to disappoint this man again. For next time it may have been you getting hurt, instead of me. I would not be able to live with myself if that had happened.

I walked out of the room and went to my the bedroom the same way I had came. My cheek still stung as I entered my bed room. I rubbed my fingers in circles across my cheek, trying to sooth it. This did not help.

I sat on the stool of the vanity and I let a few tears run down my face. My reflection in the mirror was appalling. My brown curls had frizzed a little and looked like a thicket because I had not brushed it yet. My eyes were puffy and red from crying, and my face looked unusually pale.

I grabbed the silver brush that was on the vanity, and began to run it through my hair. The brush made a minor improvement. I sat it back down as I heard a knock on the door.

"Ye..Yes!" A maid walked in. She looked very old, her white hair done-up in a bun on top of her head. Wrinkles surrounded any part of her face that dared to move.

She looked at me in pity, then just shook her head slowly as she turned towards the bed.

"Do you know what's going to happen to me?" I said very weakly.

"Oh, mademoiselle the masters a good man. He really is, it's just that he has been through so much the past year…" She let her sentence trail off.

"What has happened?" I asked to sound some what interested. 'He deserved what ever happened to him.' I thought but instantly felt guilty about what I said.

"I it's not my place to say mademoiselle." her answer disappointed me a little. "Now lets get you ready for dinner." she said as she walked over to the trunk. I sighed and walked over beside her, as she opened the trunk. Inside there dozens pf dresses. She dug to the bottom of the trunk and pulled out a beautiful dark purple sleeveless dress. It had diamonds around the neckline and scattered around the skirt.

"I've always loved this one, and it looks about your size." I nodded and her and I went behind the dressing wall she helped me put it on, then she pulled my hair up into a loss bun. A few curls fell from the bun and rested elegantly on my shoulders. The maid opened the door and led me down the stairs. We entered a large dining room, that had statues made of gold in every corner and beautiful tapestries hanging on the wall. Le Matire was sitting at the end of the table.

He smiled at me and I wanted to kill him. He stood up and pulled out a chair for me, I sat down. The dinner had not yet been served and he and I were not talking. Until I broke the silence with:

"Will I ever get to see him again?" My voice was cracking.

"Yes, at the end of the week."

"I mean after that."

"No."

"What exactly do you think I should tell him? He will wonder why I am canceling the wedding." I said almost shouting

"You're a smart girl you will figure something out." I looked at him with my mouth slightly open. I was so surprised he or anyone for that matter would force me to discontinue my happiness so I could please them.

"He'll look for me."

"Not if you tell him not to." there was a pause until I said:

"How long will I have to stay here?"

"Until I decide you can leave." for the rest of the dinner I sat trying not to let a tear run down my face. I hated the thought that I would have had to tell you that I could not marry you.

I tried to think of a way to get out of there, and I finally came up with something. That night I was going to sneak out the door when everyone was asleep, maybe then we could be together.

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