A/N: Hello everyone! Hope you guys are enjoying your weekend. Here's the next chapter and I hope you guys enjoy it. I'm not sure when the next one will be upload, but I'll try and upload it soon.

PS: Don't be mad at me for this chapter

Chapter 7: Engagement

The cool Scottish morning felt so cold against her skin. Her eyes watched as the sun rose over the hills, painting the skies. This was something she missed about Scotland; the sunrises or sunsets. In London, the buildings sometimes blocked the sun so she couldn't enjoy it as much. Wrapping the sheets around her, she tried to keep warm. Watching the sunrise, her mind started to wonder. She wondered if she would one day watch the sunrise with someone special. She began thinking of what it would be like. A pair of strong arms wrapped around her body, holding her close…his voice whispering 'my ang-stop it, Christine! Shaking her head, she tried to get rid of that thought out of her mind. Stop thinking about him. He is gone. You won't see him again. Sighing, she pulled the sheet up to her skin. Will I ever forget about him?

Dressed and hungry, Christine made her way down to the dining room where William and her father were eating. The servants just placed the food on the table as she sat across from William. Placing the napkin on her lap, she took a sip of her drink.

"Did you sleep well?" Gustave asked her daughter.

"Yes, thank you. Though I forgot it could get a little colder at night here." She answered, setting her drink down.

"Yes, it took me awhile to get used to the cold nights."

"I'm not sure if I'll ever get to use to the cold nights here. I don't spend enough time here."

"Well, I couldn't risk you being in Scotland when Boyd escaped. It was too dangerous. Though it's still dangerous now, but Boyd is said to be far away from here."

"How do you know if Boyd is far away from here?" William asked.

"We would have word of it. If Boyd was near, then I wouldn't have risked you two coming here. Besides, I do not think Bruce would risk having his best soldier taken prisoner again or killed." Christine only nodded. "Do not worry about Boyd. You and Christine are safe as long as you stay with these walls."

"We can't go down to the village?" Christine asked, having want to go down to the village to walk around. Gustave shook his head.

"No." He answered, making her sigh. She wanted to go down to the village. She'd either have to convince him more or sneak down to the village. Gustave dropped the topic, changing it to life back in England. Though he visited a few times, he mainly spent his time in Scotland. Christine let William tell her father about life in England while she continued to eat her breakfast. William and Gustave were still talking when Christine finished. Letting them talk, she left the room

Later that day, Gustave walked through the hallways of the castle. Stopping, he asked one of the servants where Christine was. After thanking the servant, he made his way to the small stable where the horses were kept. Walking inside, he spotted his daughter. She was standing in a stall, petting one of the stallions which was his. Slowly walking up to the stall, he noticed how content she was.

"No book to read?" Hearing her voice, she jumped slightly, spooking the horse as well. "Apologies, I didn't mean to scare you."

"No, I just thought I was alone." Calming the horse, she looked at her father. "Is everything alright?" She asked him.

"There is something we have to talk about." She knew that look, that tone…something was up.

"What is it?" Though she was still petting the stallion, she gave him her full attention. He sighed, unsure how to explain it.

"You are aware of England's relationship with France." She nodded.

"Yes, father. It is as well as your relationship with Scotland." He smirked, knowing how true it was. "I thought we were not at war with France."

"We are not…not yet at least." She hoped now. England was already fighting against Scotland, they didn't need another country enter. "However, the king of France has offered peace, a truce."

"What are the terms?" She asked him. Growing up as the princess, she learned about politics.

"England and France will be allies…by marriage." Marriage? She thought. Who is being married? Thinking about it more, she realized.

"Marry the prince of France?" He nodded. An arranged marriage? To the prince of France? No! He couldn't agree to this…could he? Oh god, that means I'd have to live in France. She didn't want to live in France, she wanted to stay in England. "H-Have you agreed?" Please say no.

"I accepted the terms." Blood drained from her face as the words sunk in. "We travel to France at the end of the week." She had about five days left until she would be married. In five days, she would be a princess of France. In five days…she would have to forget about him.

So Christine's got 5 days left...a lot can happen in 5 days, especially with a phantom nearby

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