A/N: Hello everyone. I know I've been slow on updating these stories and I'm sorry about that. I'm trying to work more on school stuff with one more month left. This chapter is kind of...bleh. It's more to get the next few chapters going and I'm sorry if you were hoping Erik was in the chapter, he won't be appearing for a bit (sorry but he is alive)

I hope you guys enjoy and I'll try to upload the next one soon

Chapter 5: Ten Long Years

His hand gently cupping her cheek, the roughness of his skin against of the softness of hers. The feeling of his lips on hers caused a fire to burn inside of her. He paralyzed her; she didn't know whether to give in or push him away. Her heart took over and her lips returned his kiss. In that moment, she felt something happening, but she didn't what. She sensed that he felt it too for his body had moved closer until their bodies were pressed up against each of she could feel every hard muscle of his chest and abdomen. He was reluctant to break the kiss, but they both knew he had to leave now. She never forgot those words, that name he called her.

"My angel…"

Christine jolted up as the wheel ran over a bump, causing her to wake from her dream. Her felt her cheeks flushed and her heart racing. Why am I still like this? It's been years since that night, but the memory was still fresh.

"Cousin Christine, is everything alright?" She heard a voice ask her and her head turned towards the source. William was sitting across from her, his face showing concert for his aunt.

"Yes I'm fine…just a dream that's all." She answered him as she sat up, fixing her dress. Glancing out the window, she noticed the land was different. "Have arrived in Scotland?" She asked William who nodded.

"Yes, about an hour ago. We should be arriving to the village soon. The king said it was only about an hour from the border." He referred to Christine's father.

"William, you can call him uncle. Remember he is family even if he is the king." Looking out once more, she noticed a familiar castle in the distance. "I know that place."

"Castle Kilchurn." William told her. Now she remembered, it used to be a prison where she met the Scottish prisoner. Now the Scots regained it. "That's where that rebel Boyd was imprisoned. Uncle doesn't know how he escaped though." I do, I'm the one who helped him. She remembered the next day and how stunned everyone was that Boyd had escape. Her father was more angry than anything. However, he assumed she had anything to do with it. Keeping silent, she continued to look out the window as castle Kilchurn faded into the distance.

Arriving at their destination, Christine looked out the window to see the carriage passing through a small village. Children stopped their games to watch the carriage pass. A soft smile appeared on her face as she gazed upon their faces. For a moment, she thought of what her children would be like. The thought vanished as the carriage stopped. The door opened and using the help of one of the servants, Christine got out and waited for her nephew. Once he was out, the two walked inside. As the doors opened, Christine could spot her father.

"Father!" Despite not being a little girl anymore, she still ran over to hug her father. Over the last ten years, she hadn't really gotten to see her father much. He had been busy with the war and she remained in London. This was her first time back in Scotland.

"My Christine." He stepped back to look at his daughter. She no longer was the little girl that used to run down the hallways of the castle. Now she had grown into a beautiful woman.

"Uncle Gustave." He heard William's voice and turned his attention to the boy. Christine glanced around the castle, taking in the place where she'd be staying for a bit. Gustave had a servant take William to his room while he spoke to Christine alone. Following him up to a room which became his study, Christine saw the view of the village outside.

"How was the trip here?" He asked her. Turning her attention away from the window, she looked at her father.

"Quite well, thank you. I must say, I fell asleep. When I woke up, we were in Scotland already. We passed Castle Kilchurn." She noticed the look on his face when she mentioned the place. "Apologizes, father. I shouldn't have said it."

"You do not have to apologize for what happened there." He paused. "Though…the war could have ended sooner had Boyd remained in prison." She didn't respond. "With him back…I'm not sure this war will ever end."

"It will, father." He sighed.

"I hope so." Walking over, her hand placed on his arm. The stress of war was slowly taking its toll on him and she could see how worn out he was. He had aged over the years, looking older than he was. She wished she could do something to help him, but she knew that her presence here was enough for now.

Later that night, Christine lay in bed in the dark room. Her eyes stared up at the ceiling as her mind wondered. She wondered what would life be like if Boyd had stayed in prison…would the war have ended? Probably…stop thinking of it. You can't change the past now. She was right; she can't go back and change what happened. Even if she could go back, she knew she wouldn't change anything. Maybe expect learn what his first name was. Over the years, she had tried to figure out what his name was, but no one seemed to know what his name was. It bothered her that this prisoner who kissed her, she never gotten his first name. I wonder if he still remembers it…She scoffed at that. He's probably forgotten all about me and the kiss…

Do you think Erik still remembers her?