A/N: Hello everyone, I'm sorry for the wait of this chapter. I had writer's block and I rearranged a lot of the future chapters for this story. I am going to try and upload the next chapter soon, hopefully within a few days. Anyway, I hope you guys enjoy the chapter (sorry if it's a little boring)

Chapter 30: Boredom

Staring at the garment of her dress, she sighed as she looked at the fabric, all torn and dirtied from the days of travel. As much as she would love another dress, she didn't have any of her dresses. And she doubted that any of the women would let her borrow theirs. Taking the chemise, she dropped the plaid that was covering her now dried body to put the chemise one.

"Milady?" A voice from outside the tent made her turn around to face the closed flaps of the tent. Erik had left a bit go, leaving her alone in the tent. "May I come in?" The female voice asked.

"Hold on." She said as she grabbed the plaid to wrap around her body again. "Come in." The flaps soon opened as two women walked inside the tent, carrying several dresses in their arms. Right away, she recognized one of the woman as Rhona and she didn't look happy. Well she didn't get to spend the night with him and he had just took a bath with you.

"Boyd had requested several dresses for you." Rhona told Christine as she set the dresses down on the bed. Walking to the bed, she glanced down at the dresses on the bed. They were as nice as the dresses she was used to wearing back in England, but they were better than nothing. "He also arranged for breakfast to be brought here for you. It shall arrive shortly."

"Thank you." She said to the two women. The other woman just nodded while Rhona said nothing. The two left and Christine was left alone in the tent again. Sighing, she grabbed one of the dresses and put it on. It wasn't as hard to put on as the ones she was used to wearing which she kind of liked. Once the dress was one, she noticed how well it fitted her. Either it was luck or Erik really knew her body well. He just shared a bath with you, of course he knows your body well.

By the time breakfast came to the tent, it was the first time she got a glimpse outside, but just for a moment. However, she could see the two men who were guarding her. They may not be built like Erik, but Christine rather not try to escape. Once the woman left the tent, Christine was left alone again. Sitting at the table where she placed the food, she glanced at the food. Not caring, she dug in to the food, her hungry overpowering her. She was surprised that they were feeding her well compared to she thought hostages got. After finishing, she leaned back in the chair and looked around the room. Since there wasn't much in the tent, she knew it would be hard to find something to help pass the time away. However, there wasn't anything in the tent that could help. No books, nothing she could read. Sighing, she slumped into the chair.

"He could have lasted given things for me to do." She said to herself. A thought of cleaning the tent wasn't happening since the tent looked like it was well kept. Standing up, she walked over to a small table by Erik's bed to find some pieces of blank paper. Next to the paper was a pencil and sighed in relief. Taking the pencil and paper, she went to sit back down at the table. She always had an interest in drawing, especially people. Thinking for a moment on who to sketch, one person came into mind. Putting the pencil to the paper, she began to sketch, using her memory of the person's features: the outline of the jaw, the shape of the nose, the way his hair fell from his head…the way his mask sat on his face. She ignored the ache in her back and neck as she kept sketching, wanting to get every detail of his face. Unaware of how much time went up, she didn't notice when the tent flap opened.

"What are you doing?" His voice made her jump in her seat, almost causing the pencil to mark up the sketch. She quickly covered the sketch so he wouldn't see it.

"I-I was bored and I saw the paper." She glanced down at the paper on the desk and then to him.

"What are you sketching?" He steps closer, making her defend her sketch more.

"It's private. Surely you can respect that." Stepping back, he moved to his trunk. Watching him open it, she noticed a few books in his trunk. "You have books?" She stood up, making him turn his attention to her.

"Yes, I do. But they are not what you would be interested in."

"How would you know that?" He didn't say anything. "Maybe it's something that would interest. And besides, I have nothing better to do. Your tent is…well it feels like a prison here. I am not allowed to go out unless to relieve myself, you do not have many things in this tent to help pass the time away, I'm alone here with no one to talk to."

"I've treated you better than what your father has treated me. You have a comfortable bed compared to the stone bed I had. If you think you are a prisoner here, I can treat you like a prisoner." She quickly shook her head. "I didn't think so." He grabbed two books from the trunk and held them out. "Here…for today." Taking the books, she set them on the table. "I'll arrange for more paper and pencils to be brought here for your…sketches, as well as books." She couldn't hide the smile on her face.

"Oh thank you Erik." She went to give him a hug, but stopped herself. Sitting back down on the chair, she glanced at the two books he gave her. Both were history of warfare which didn't surprise Christine that Erik would own these books. Taking one, she read more and realized it was about ancient warfare. Hearing movement, she glanced back up to watch him leave the tent, leaving her alone again. Sighing, she wished he stayed to keep her company, but at least she had books now. "Well…at least I won't be completely bored now." Looking at the closed flaps, she knew he wouldn't be back for hours. "You are a hostage Christine, this is your life right now."