Of course he was bound to do something, he had that look in his eye, the streak of anticipation and longing for vengence, it was destroying him in side as he saw his mortal enemy stride off the boat with his beefy manservant behind him.
The Duke wiped something from his hands on the Manservants shoulder and Christian clenched his fists.
" Sonny," Marie wispered and slowly put her arm on his shoulder, "I know you must be expiriencing hell right now, but for god's sake just walk away, if you take the child now, he'll execute you as well." She patted him on his back, "come on me boy, come on let's go ok,"
Christian saw the Duke barely 100m in front of him, he could scramble at him, all he could feel was the upmost loathing running up his spine and his eyes turned to slits as he looked upon the duke brushing dust of his already immacualte purple, velvet jacket. He was so calm, so cool, so.
Christian felt Marie pat his shoulder once more and as the Duke walked in the opposite direction as he was going, Christian turned and strode off, on the verge of tears.
"Sonny," Marie said as she knocked on his cabin door. " I brought you some crackers from dinner seeing as you didn't attend"
She knocked on the door once more, getting restless, " Come on Christian open this door." Annoyed, she kicked his door making the deck rattle, " OPEN THIS DOOR NOW!"
Christian sat on his hard, economy cabin bed. Thank heavens he had a separate cabin from Marie. Apart from the bed, only a sliding door wardrobe and a little en suite bathroom enhabited his cabin. He'd paced out the whole two rooms over a thousand times, desparate to try and take his mind off everything, imaganing he was a regular french writer going to England to seek his fortune. Though this had made him more angry because that had been what he was, a poor, simple, english writer going to Paris.
He looked at himself in the cracked mirror on the wall. He had certainly aged and he traced the only, lonely wrinkle on his forehead.
He heard Marie bang on his door and he sat down on the bed, it creaked as he did so. No matter what he did, he couldn't escape the truth, he was on a qouest, to find his child. It sounded like a fairytale, he the handsome prince went out to rescue his lost child who was about to be slain by the evil wizard because of his jealousy of the Prince's princess.
he shuddered and refused to think of Satine, she made it even more painful thinking of the fact that he had her child and she never told him.
" If she'd told me," he murmered "I'd never be in this mess, oh Satine, why?" he said and burried his face in his hands.
" CHRISTIAN I MEAN IT NOW," Marie almost screamed and kicked the door again. "I CAN'T HAVE YOU DYING OF STARVATION, NOW OPEN THIS"
The door creaked open and there stood the handsome man she was accompaning, he looked tired and pale.
" door?" he finished the sentance for her.
She sighed and barged past him and scowled at his dingy cabin.
" No table I see." she said. " At least mine had a table in it"
" Thats ok," Christian said and streched, "I can eat on the bed"
There was a knock at the door and Marie whipped around. Christian hurried into the bathroom, he was in no fit state to talk to anyone.
" Hello?" Marie said nervously.
She opened the door and gasped. She felt herself shudder and touched her forhead lightly.
" Bonjour Miss Marie" Said the tall figure standing in the doorway. His lank blond hair was the same as ever and he switched his hands around his penis trying to be seductive. Though it looked foul.
" Duke" she said loud enough she hoped so Christian could hear. " Er, hmm" she curtseyed hurridley, " good day Monsieur, how may I help you"
The Duke smiled, showing a rack of yellow teeth, she could see the molars were all covered in gold and she shuddered.
" I saw you were on the guest list"
She gulped and froze, Christian might of been on it too...