A/N: Hello everyone, here is the next chapter. I almost thought I wouldn't get it uploaded for you guys but I did it. I knew you guys wanted to read Erik's reaction and here it is.

Hope you guys enjoy

Chapter 13: His English Angel

There was something familiar about her, but he couldn't figure it out. He could have sworn he'd seen her before, but where? She was English, that he knew and it narrowed down his lists of women he knew to zero. He didn't know any woman that was English, why should he? He hated the English and they hated him. Still, for some reason, he had seen her before.

Christine still couldn't believe that the man she helped escaped years ago was Erik Boyd. She knew there was a Boyd who her father hated, but she didn't think it was this Boyd. She wondered now if helping him was a mistake. That if she didn't help, the war would have been over years ago and maybe life would be different. Maybe I wouldn't be engaged to a French princ-oh no. She realized that now she was held hostage, she wouldn't be leaving for France to go marry the prince. For a moment, she was thankful of the Scottish rebels capturing her…but just for a moment.

"Say your goodbyes to each other." Erik's voice broke her out of her thoughts.

"W-What? Goodbyes?" Confused, she thought they'd be going with them together.

"We will drop you off at the next village." He answered, about to turn to his men. "We have Gustave's nephew, that'd be enough for a reward or maybe a truce."

"It would be better if we had his daughter." One of the soldiers mentioned. "We'd have him at our feet if she was our hostage." She swallowed hard, afraid of what they would really do if they really knew who she was.

"I hear she's a pretty little thing." A soldier commented. I am not little. Erik made no comment, just glanced at her. "Though this one must be royal, look at her dress." He did have a point. Her dress was nicer than what a normal woman would wear, almost too nice.

"That is true." Erik turned to face her. God, does he have to stare at me with those eyes?

"A duchess? Countess?" A soldier guessed. Princess…she mentally corrected him though she wasn't planning on tell them. Stepped closer to her, she had to tilt her head far back to look up at him. He still towered over her; her chin just barely in height with his shoulder…his broad shoulder.

"Who are you?" He asked her.

"I-I-I…" She couldn't come up with a name to give him. Stepping closer, she knew he was using his height to get a name out of her.

"Get away from my cousin." William tried to intimidate the captain.

"Your cousin?" He looked down at the boy, clearly not intimidated at all. Looking back at her. "I see…" She swallowed hard again. "Well say goodbye to your cousin." He stepped back. Christine let out a breath she didn't realize she was holding.

"You can't just leave me somewhere!" Settle down, remember who you are talking to you. Sighing, she looked up at him. "Please let us go." He shook his head.

"I'll let you go." That wasn't good enough for her.

"Why just me?" She asked, stepping forward.

"Unless you are worth more than him, then I have no use for you." As much has that hurt, she wouldn't show it. She was worth more; she was the princess of England.

"How dare you say that to her?" William exclaimed, making Erik turn his face towards the boy. Christine glanced at William, hoping he wouldn't tell Erik her identity. "She could have your head on a spike for talking to her like that."

"William please, it's alright." She tried settling him down.

"No it's not, Christine."

"Christine?" Erik repeated her name. She looked back at the captain as if confirming that was her name. He tilted his head slightly, as if he was trying to recognize her. He remembered a Christine, years ago back at the prison. It was the name of girl who helped him escape, his angel. He had never called anyone else his angel, only her and it would be only that would get that name. For a second, he thought that maybe…she shook his head slightly. Surely this English wasn't his angel. However, there were similarities between this woman and his angel: hair, eyes and they shared the same name.

"The princess is named Christine." One soldier pointed out which made Erik curious. He knew she wouldn't come forward with it. There was one way he could find out.

"No, she couldn't be the princess." He started to walk around her, like a lion circling its prey before going in for the kill. "Though I have never met the princess, I have heard some rumors about her." He stopped right behind her. She tried not to notice how close he was, but he was very close. Whispering something in her ear, her mouth dropped.

"How dare you?" Turning around, her hand made contact with his cheek in a hard slap. Everyone gasped in shock and several feared for her life. "I am not a whore!" Within seconds, Erik's hand gripped her throat. Her hands flew to grab his wrist.

"Let go of her! Gustave would have your head for harming his daughter!" William blurted out.

"William!" His grip loosened around Christine's neck, now having his answer.

"She's the princess?" One soldier asked; a few whispered around.

"So you are the princess." Erik said to her. Letting go of his wrist, she straightened up.

"Yes, I am the princess of England." She confirmed it. "And I order you to let us go." She tried using her authority, hoping it would work.

"You're in Scotland, princess." He released her neck. "And why would I release you?"

"Because you owe me." She answered. He smirked.

"Why would I owe the princess of England anything?" He asked her, a few soldiers chuckling. She hoped this would work; it was the only other plan she had left. Taking a deep breath, she tried to remember the Gaelic.

"Mo ai-ng-eal." She tried pronouncing but she knew she butchered it. It was nothing like how he said it to her ten years ago. She got a reaction though and one she wanted. His eyes widen as his mouth slightly dropped. He remembered, he remembered her. He stepped closer to her, ignoring the looks for the soldiers. He couldn't believe it, it was her. Taking a risk, she held up her hand, palm facing him. Looking down at it, he knew what she was doing. Reaching up, his hand flattened against hers. Confused looks watched them, staying quiet. A slight smile appeared on her face. His eyes locked with hers, remembering everything; the gifts, the night visits, the kiss. God, that kiss. He never forgotten about that kiss, he could never forget about that kiss.

Then, he remembered something. She was English, she was the English princess. She was the daughter of the man he hated and who wanted him dead. And yet, she helped him escape. The princess of England helped England's most wanted escape a prison. Princess…England…Gustave's daughter…oh god. She was his angel…his English angel.

Now that Erik realizes that Christine is his angel (and the princess), do you think he'll keep to his original plan? Find out tomorrow

Reviews are welcome : )