A/N: Hello everyone, hope everyone's week is going great. I'm sorry I didn't upload this any sooner, I'm currently stick with the stomach flue and been resting most of this week. But I managed to sneak my laptop with me so I could upload it. I don't know when I'm upload the next one, but I may upload Wildest Dreams next

Enough from me, hope you enjoy

Chapter Five: His Angel

Executed…he was going to be executed by sunrise. The color fled from her face as her father's words played in her head. He's going to die...Her eyes watched as the guards dragged him away while the other prisoners stood there, motionless. They couldn't believe it either. The powerful prisoner would be killed by dawn. Once Boyd was out of sight, Christine fell back into a chair as a breath left her mouth. He's going to die…he's going to die because of me. She knew he was protecting the prisoner that was hiding the bread that she gave him last night. Oh god, I'm responsible for his death. She realized the consequence now of her kindness. If she had never tried to help, Boyd wouldn't be spending his last night in the pit.

"Christine?" She jumped at her father's voice. Turning around, she saw him walking out onto the balcony. "I'm sorry you had to see that."

"It's okay." She looked down.

"What is wrong?" He walked over to stand in front of her.

"Does he have to be executed tomorrow?" She looked up at him. He looked away, sighing and looked back at her.

"Yes he does. He killed a guard."

"He was trying to defend a fellow prisoner." She rose from her chair. "Those guards were attacking the prisoner for no reason."

"They had a reason, Christine. He was hiding something and it could have been a weapon."

"But it could have been something harmless too." She had a point. None of them knew what he was hiding. After Boyd got involved, the guards forgot about trying to find out what he was hiding.

"If Boyd haven't intervene then we could have find out what he was hiding. Boyd chose to step in and get himself involve. He chose to kill the guard. It's what he does, he kills. He has killed many of our countrymen. Why do you think he's heavily guarded?" He asked her. Not heavily as you think, father…

"He chose to protect his fellow prisoner."

"Why are you defending him?" He asked her.

"Because he doesn't deserved to be executed for protecting his fellow prisoner."

"He deserved to be executed for killing our countrymen…and he will at dawn." She was silent, knowing nothing she could do would change his mind. He was right though; if he did kill many English soldiers, then by law, he deserved to be executed. However, she knew there was something else. A missing piece of information that only the prisoners knew that her father refused to look for.

He might as well be in hell right now. The pit was practically hell for any prisoner sentenced there. A tiny room with no light and the smell of rotting bodies would make anyone go crazy. He heard many stories of many prisoners killing themselves after a few days in the pit. Though he wouldn't be one of them; his date with the noose was just hours away. Sighing, he leaned against the wall. His stomach rumbled for food, but he knew he wouldn't be getting any. His angel wouldn't be able to get down here, he would never see her again which sadden him slightly. He wanted to thank her…at least get her name. Forget about her, Erik. You'll be dead soon and only be a memory to her that she'll forget.

That night, Christine couldn't sleep. She had skipped dinner, saying she wasn't feeling good. Her father had brought food up to her room in case she had gotten hungry later. She hadn't left the room since. Pacing the room, her mind was racing. She kept wanting to do something to try and prevent the execution, but she was running out of ideas. Her father was set on his orders, nothing could change his mind. She knew he wants him dead, all of England wants Boyd dead…but she didn't. Soon she realized there was only way to save him: escape. Absolutely not! There was no way she could escape a most wanted prisoner from the pit. Even if she managed to get to his cell, she wouldn't be able to sneak him out without being caught. It was too risky and dangerous…but she managed not to get caught for a week. Her eyes glanced over at the gifts she had gotten from Boyd over the last few days, remembering the small moments they had. Those memories made her decision: she would help him escape.

She couldn't believe she was doing this. This was treason, probably high treason and her father would have her head if he ever found out. She'd go down in history and not for something she'd like. Boyd would killed in a heartbeat if they were caught so she prayed that they wouldn't get caught. Quietly making her way down the hallway, she remembered when the guards took their dinner and only a few were ordered to guard the prison. She had learned where they would be and how to sneak pass them. Wearing her black cloak, she managed to almost blend in with the stone walls in the darkness. The hallways have become familiar to her over the last couple of days and she almost could navigate through them without getting lost. A few times, she had to stop and try to blend into the wall to not be seen by a guard or servant. As she went further below the prison, her nerves rose. The further down she went, the darker the hallways were. Reaching a door, her hands started feeling around the wall for the keys. Feeling the ring, she slowly took them off the nail and used to the key to unlock the door. Opening it, she kept the key as she quietly went inside. With only one lighted torch, she had very little light. It was enough to outline a door. Taking a deep breathe, she walked over and stood on her tiptoes to look through the small window. It was all black inside, she couldn't make out an outline of a man.

"Boyd?" She whispered. Her ears picked up the sound of movement, knowing it was him. Though she couldn't see him, she could sense him standing at the door.

"How did ye get down here?" Though he was grateful to hear her voice, he was shocked that she was here.

"There's not enough time to explain." Stepping back, she felt around the wall again for the key. Feeling the key, she grabbed it and went back to the door. He could only listen as she unlocked the door. Opening it, she paused when she heard voice. Her nerves rose through the roof as her hands began to shake, causing the key to rattle. Suddenly she felt a hand on her hand and was pulled inside, the door shut. Her eyes widen as she realized where she was now; inside the pit cell with Boyd. His hand was over her mouth so she couldn't scream, but she wasn't going to scream. They waited several minutes until the voice faded and a sigh of relief left his mouth as his hand moved away from Christine's mouth.

"I'm sorry, lass."

"It's Christine." She told him, stepping forward and turning around to face him. Though they were in the dark, she could still sense him.

"Christine…" Her name flowed from his mouth beautifully. "Thank you, Christine."

"Promise you won't kill anyone." She knew it would be a hard promise to make, but she didn't want more lives taken. Stepping towards her, he stood right in front of her.

"I promise."

"Thank you." They stood in silence, just inches away from each other. Feeling his hand on hers, he flattened his hand against hers. A smile came to her face at the act. "I am truly in your debt."

"I-" She froze when she heard voices again, her body moving closer to his. "You have to hurry, I can try and distract the guards." She went to move towards the door, but his hand grabbed hers, stopping her. Turning back to face him, she wasn't prepared for what he was going to. His other hand cupped her face as his lips claimed her. At first, she froze. He was kissing her, a rebel Scottish prisoner was kissing her, an English princess. But her shock faded and her lips returned his kiss. It was a gentle kiss. Pulling away, he looked down at her.

"Tapadh leibh, mo aingeal." The words were soft and she couldn't help the feeling of her heart soaring. She felt him move pass her to leave.

"Wait…" He stopped. "What does…mo ai-nge-al mean?" She asked him.

"My angel." He answer and then he was gone. She remained in her spot for a few moments, thinking of what just happened. She just help escaped a most-wanted prisoner, kissed him and was called 'my angel'. Staring into the darkness, she wondered if she would ever see him again.

Tapadh leibh, mo aingeal = Thank you, my angel

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