A/N: Hello everyone. You guys wanted the chapter of Christine's reaction and here it is. (and it's longer too) I hope I did her reaction good, I was unsure how to. You guys are getting spoiled with all these uploads this week so far. I'll try to keep it up.

Hope you enjoy the chapter

Chapter 12: Meeting the Phantom

Her body ached from the hour ride. It was a ride she wouldn't want to do again and hoped she won't again. She hadn't planned on getting captured and he came out of nowhere. Like a phantom…now she was taken hostage and somewhere she didn't know. He had put a sack over her head so she couldn't see anything. She had tried protesting, but that only landed a hard slap on her butt. After that, she figured maybe cooperating with them would be better so she kept her mouth shut. When he helped her off the horse, it surprised her more than the slap on the butt. First, she wasn't expecting it and stumbled slightly. Second, she wasn't expecting the man who slapped her butt to gently help her off the horse. And third, she wasn't expecting her body's reaction to his touch. Standing there, she could hear men talking in Gaelic; one of them she assumed was the captain.

"What's going to happen to us?" She heard William whisper to her. She didn't know and truthfully, she didn't want to find out. She had heard stories about what Scots do with their hostages which sent a shiver down her spine.

"We have to remain calm…" She whispered back. However, Christine was far from calm. She was almost shaking with fear that the soldiers started to notice.

"You have nothing to fear." A deep, dark voice made her body freeze. That voice…She remembered that voice. That voice would haunt her dreams for years; she hadn't forgotten that voice. No, it couldn't be…could it? Could it be…him?

The burst of light made her turn her head away, unprepared for the brightness. They had removed their sacks from their heads and could now look around to where they were. Glancing around, she recognized nothing. She knew they must be far from the castle, but how far? She could only see the men, horses and trees. Looking at the three men in front of her, she could see their hard faces. They didn't look like the knights back in England, they look…dangerous. They were dangerous and she knew they had to get away from them. Their hands were tied and the ground didn't look too rough to run. Glancing down at her dress, she knew she would have difficulty running with this dress. Maybe a distraction would help…Looking at William who stood by the horse, she got an idea. The horse, perfect.

"Step away from the horse." She quietly said to William, not wanting the soldiers guarding them to hear. He looked at her curiously before taking a step back. The horse was already facing the soldiers which helped. Quietly apologizing to the horse, her hand smacked the animal. The horse bolted straight towards the men, making them jump out of the way. "Now!" Quickly grabbing his hand, they made a run for it. She didn't bother looking back to see if anyone was chasing her, hopefully they were too busy getting the horse.

Hearing shouts, the captain turned around to see his men he ordered to guard the two hostages jumping out of the way of a running horse now. He also saw the woman and boy make a run for it. Muffling a curse, he ran after them. Another soldier followed him and the two went after the hostages. Luckily for them, the dress slowed the woman down while the boy was gained distance.

"Faigh an gille! (Get the boy!)" He ordered the soldier when the two separated. He followed the woman while the soldier followed the boy. Ducking from the branches she moved out of the way for her, he kept gaining distance. Within a few minutes, he caught up to her. He grabbed her and pulled her to him. She yelped and tried to get out of his tight grip.

"Let me go!" She tried punching his chest, but the metal chain prevented any harm except to her now hurt hand. "Ow!" Though her hand hurt, she still kept trying. She's determined, I'll give her that, he thought as he held onto her. "Let go of me, you barbarian!"

"Cha tèid mi ma chuireas tu fòn gu bheil mi! (I will not if you call me that!)" One last attempt she had. Still wearing her shoes, her foot kicked out to hit him in the shin. Groaning, he let go of her "Daingead!" Out of his grip, she made a run for it again only to run into a soldier. Falling to the ground, she felt the wind get knocked out of her. Now she was trapped and would give up…for now.

With the two hostages back, the captain explained to his men his plan. Since he spoke in Gaelic, Christine and William couldn't understand anything he was saying. A part of her feared of what was going to happen, but a part of her somehow knew that he wasn't going to harm her or William. She wondered who he was. His voice was familiar, but she wouldn't believe it was really him. Maybe if she saw his face, she would know if he was who she thought he was. She knew he was part of Bruce's army, but who.

"He won't get away with this." William whispered to her.

'William, watch your tongue." She scolded him. He had a habit of not watching what he said and it often got him in trouble. And now wasn't the place for it.

"It's true though. When Gustave finds us, he'll kill that barbarian and put his head on a spike outside the Tower of London." Sighing, she knew it was hopeless to stop his mouth. "When he finds out who you are, h-"

"No, he cannot find out who I am." She shook her head.

"Why not?" He asked her.

"What is all the talking about?" one of the soldiers asked him, drawing attention to them from all the Scots now. Christine kept her mouth shut, wishing William will do the same.

"I was saying that you rebels won't get away with this. My uncle will have your heads when he finds us." William answered, making the captain smirk.

"And you think we are afraid of your uncle?" The captain asked as he walked towards the hostages. A hood helped hid his face from them, but she could see a pair of ice blue eyes. They drew her in like a moth to light. She had seen them before, years ago. "It is your uncle who should be afraid."

"Why would my uncle be afraid of some Scot rebel?" William asked while Christine remained silent. Who is this man? Why can't I figure it out?

"I'm not some Scot rebel." Some of the soldiers chuckled. Raising his hands, they removed his hood to reveal the face of the captain. Christine's eyes widen as she gazed upon the face she face that haunted her dreams for ten years.

"Y-Y-You're…" William couldn't even say his name. He couldn't believe who the man in front of him was. "…B-Boyd." Christine's heart stopped at the name came out of William's mouth. No, it's can't be. She didn't want to believe it. This was the man she freed years ago. The man that kissed her and was so gentle with her. The man that she dreamed about every night for ten years. Oh god…The realization hit. The man she freed was none other than Erik Boyd, the most feared man in England and her father's enemy.

So now Christine realizes who she helped escape. Find out soon (maybe tomorrow) for Erik's reaction and see what he'll do once he realizes he has both Gustave's daughter and nephew as hostages.

Also, I forgot if I had mentioned the color of Erik's eyes in previous chapters so I just gave his eyes a color hence the 'ice blue eyes'.

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