A/N: Hey everyone! So here's the next chapter and I know I've been a little slow uploading chapters, I've been busy with school and work. But I'm on spring break so I'll have plenty of time to upload more chapters. Here's one chapter now and I'll start the next one after getting some sleep because it's like 1am right now and I stayed up just to finish and upload this chapter for you guys.

Again, apologizing for any errors, I do try and catch them before uploading but sometimes I can.

There will be Gaelic in this story and I will do what I did in my other story that had other language in and put them at the bottom of the chapter. If you guys want, I can put the English in perend...these things ( ) (sorry, I don't how to spell it) right after the Gaelic. Just let me know.

Enjoy

Chapter 4: Execution

By the time the sun rose the next day, Christine was already up. Using the light from the sun, she combed her curly hair. Without a maid to do her hair, Christine had learned to pull her hair back into a bun. Usually, she had her hair in a style back in England, but she didn't care how her hair looked her…well maybe a little. Trying to impress a prisoner? She smirked at herself as she put her dress on. Was she trying to impress a prisoner? If she was, she knew the prisoner who she was trying to impress. She can only imagine her father's reaction if her father knew; he would be furious. Shaking that thought out of her head, she finished getting dressed. Now dressed, she left the room to head down the hallway. The prison was awake as the servants started to prepare the morning meal while some guards were getting the prisoners out of their cells.

Making her way to the balcony to overlook the yard, Christine leaned against the railing to look down at the prisoners as the came out into the yard. She already had a servant bringing her breakfast outside so it allowed her stay outside longer. Soon the yard was filled with prisoners and Christine scanned the large space, looking for one in particular. Her eyes finally spotted him just coming into the yard. She noticed something different with his clothes; his plaid was shorter than before. Usually, they came down past their knees, almost mid-shin. His was just above his knees now and she realized that he used his plaid to sew the message yesterday. She now felt a little bad that he used his clothes and the Scottish nights could get pretty cold sometimes, especially here. Hearing the clatter of plates, she glances behind her to see a maid bring her breakfast.

"Are there any spare blankets…or plaids?" She asked the mail who looked up at her after setting the breakfast down.

"Yes, Miss. The guards took the plaids from the prisoners when they brought here. Shall I get you one?" She asked Christine.

"Please…you may leave it in my room." Nodding and bowing, the maid quickly left to fetch the plaid for Christine. Looking back out onto the yard, she decided to give the plaid to Boyd tonight when she delivers the bread. With her plan set, she went over and sat down to eat her breakfast.

A loud sigh left his mouth as he leaned back against the stone wall. Most of the prisoners were either lounging in the yard or sitting in the shade. Glancing up to the balcony, he spotted Christine just as she turned. A slight smile appeared on his face as he watched her. When she was out of sight, he looked away. Who is she? He wanted to know who she was; he didn't even know her name. He knew nothing about her, but he wanted to know her. He wanted to thank her properly for everything she's doing, but he couldn't. He didn't know how longer she was here, if she was leaving before he would…if he ever would leave. Escaping was pretty much impossible and with the number of guards that Gustave had on him, he rarely got a moment of peace. His moment of peace seemed to be whenever she visited to give him the food. Glancing again up to the balcony, she wasn't into view.

"Strange to see you so silent." A prisoner named Seten walked over to sit next to him.

"I learned if I stay silent, then I have better chance of staying alive." He answered. He knew if he spoke out, his head would be a stake within minutes. Gustave is just looking for the chance to execute him.

"I was thinking you were thinking of a way out of here." He scoffed.

"I'd have to kill half the guards here and even that is risking it." And he wasn't in the mood to risk his life when he knew it was slight chance he would make it out alive. "We'll be in here until this war is over."

"You think Gustave will let you go even after that?" Boyd shrugged. "How is Evan surviving this punishment?" He motioned to the smaller prisoner who many thought wouldn't survive the punishment Gustave put on him and Boyd, along with a few other prisoners.

"Let's just say there's an angel looking after us here." That's all he said, not wanting to talk more about it in case any guard heard. He didn't want to get him or her in trouble. He couldn't imagine what the punishment would be for her if she was caught. Seten took the hint and dropped the subject. The two prisoners against the wall for most of the day. A couple of times, he would glance up to see if he could spot the girl. Only once did he saw her. Their eyes had locked for moments before she looked away. He didn't see her after that for the rest of the day.

That night, he waited patiently in his cell. From the sound of the empty hallway, he knew the guards had left for their meal and she would be here soon. He, along with a few others, waited in their cells. After minutes passed by, his ears picked the sound of someone in the hallway. Walking to his window, he looked out and saw her figure at a prisoner's door. His eyes also picked up something in her hand that wasn't bread. What is that? He couldn't tell in the darkness of the hallway. After Evan's cell, his cell was next. However, she walked right pass it. Why did she skip mine? He asked himself. Did I scare her with that sewn note? Probably…He sighed and walked over to his bed. Sitting down on it, he assumed he wasn't getting anything tonight. As he tried to make the bed comfortable which was pointless, he heard someone outside his cell. Quietly walking over, he watched a piece of bread came through the window. Taking the piece, he noticed something else squeezing through. Taking the end of it, he pulled it through and looked at it. She didn't…it was his plaid. He had it taken from him when he was captured. She had returned it to him. Seeing she was still outside his cell, he reached his hand through so it was outside now. Hesitant at first, she let her hand rest in his. His hand curled, bring hers in closer until it was almost enclosed in his. His thumb stroked over her knuckles and he could feel her hand relax. His hand was rough yet gentle. Moving his hand, she watched as he flatten theirs against each other's. Palms and fingers where against each other; her hand was small compared to his. They stood there for a moment, only their hands touching. Her fingers moved slightly to entwine with his, but a noise caused her hand to pull away. His ear picked up her soft gasp and the empty space now indicated that she left. Sighing, he pulled his hand back through. Glancing down at his head, he couldn't get the feeling of her hand against his out of his head. It was a moment that he knew wouldn't be the last.

Over the next few nights, Christine and Boyd would have the same interactions. A few glances during the day and their hands touching at night when she came with food. They never spoke to each other; they didn't need to. Their actions spoke words for them. He kept the plaid she gave him in his cell, knowing he could wear it out or else guards would question where he got it. He always tried to get something for her whether it would be a small flower from the yard or something he could maybe get from a fellow prisoner. All the prisoners knew of the phantom visitor coming at night to give bread to the prisoners and all of them kept it a secret. To them, she was an angel watching over them.

The week finished and Christine let out a big sigh of relief. She knew the punishment was now over and they would be able to eat again. Though she was glad it was over now, she would miss sneaking down to the cells. She had grown fondly of the prisoners; they weren't the barbarians that her father claimed they were. She was seeing a different side to them and no longer thought of them like her father.

"Miss Daae?" Her head turned to see a maid at the door of her room. "Your father has returned." Smiling, she thanked the maid before rushing out of the room. Down the hallways, she could hear her father's voice. Seeing him at the end of the hallway, she ran to him and hugged him tightly.

"Oh my girl." He was glad to see her well, having been so nervous about her while he was away.

"I'm glad you're back."

"Oh as am I, Christine." He smiled at her. "I have something for you." Her face light up as he reached in a pocket. Just as he was about to pull her gift out, shouts from outside caught their attention. "What is going on?" He started walking towards the yard. Nerves rushed through her as she followed him out onto the balcony. Hearing shouts as she came out, she leans over to look down on to the yard. One of the prisoners that was on the punishment was on the ground, trying to hide something from the guards that surrounded him. She knew what he was hiding: food.

"What are you hiding?" One of the guards stepped forward, trying to get the prisoner to show what he was hiding. He grabbed the prisoner's arm and pulled him to move. "What are you hiding?" He asked more harshly now. She winched at the sight, but couldn't look away.

"Faigh air falbh uaith!" The thundering tone of Boyd caused a few guards to back up as he came to the prisoner's defense. Practically throwing the guard off the prisoner, he stood over the prisoner on the ground. Looking down below him, he saw the food that he was hiding. Using this chance, one of the guards attacked the prisoner, almost throwing him off balance. However, Boyd was known for his fighting and the guard ended up on the ground, groaning in pain. Christine watched in horror as the prisoner she had helped turned into the barbarian he was known for. Prisoners stood back, knowing Boyd didn't need any help unless he wanted it. He knew he would get months of punishment for it, but he didn't realize his next move would be fatal. He didn't intend to kill a guard, but seeing the lifeless body on the ground caused a silence from everyone. The silence broke when Gustave shouted an order and guards surrounded Boyd. He didn't put much of a fight, letting them take him down. Christine watched as her father walked over to stand in front of the prisoner.

"I should have known you wouldn't change after a week. A man like you will never change. Now you've killed." Boyd remained quiet. "A life for a life." He knew what that meant. "Take him to the pit tonight." He ordered the guards. "At sunrise, he will get his sentence…death."

Translate: Faigh air falbh uaith! = Get away from him!

So Erik is sentence to death now, do you think he'll be executed or maybe get out of it? Also, Seten is a character that will appear a lot.

Reviews are welcome : )