A/N: Hello everyone, I hope you are enjoying your week. Well here is the chapter you guys are waiting on. I'll keep this party short and let you enjoy the chapter.

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Chapter 55: Make Your Choice

"I object."

The church filled with a unified gasp as Christine opened her eyes, recognizing that voice. Slowly turning around, her eyes locked on the man standing by the door. A hood covered his face, but his tall frame could give it away. Her mouth parted as he slowly stepped forward before her father rose from his chair.

"Who are you?" He demanded. Everyone was silent, their eyes staring at the stranger in the aisle. "I shall not ask again." Her father's tone was getting more serious. The stranger tilted his head to the side before his hands reached up to remove the hood. Christine gasped as her eyes locked with a pair of intense blue eyes…and a white mask.

"Erik…" His name came out of her mouth before she could stop it. It was him, he was here…in London. How the bloodily hell did he get in London undetected? Gustave rose from his seat, more stunned than anything.

"You have no business here!" The French king barked at Erik. Glancing at the French royals, Erik only smirked before turning his attention back to Gustave and then Christine. She looked breathtaking in that dress, he couldn't take his eyes off of her. Though he was still a good distance from her, he could still see the tears in her eyes.

"What brings you here?" Gustave asked more nicely than the French king. Looking away from Christine, his eyes glanced at the English king.

"I come here under the flag of peace." He answered, looking back at Christine. "And as the bishop said, anyone who thinks this couple should not be joined in matrimony, speak now…" He paused. "…and I object."

"And why do you object?" Gustave asked, though Erik's eyes never left Christine.

"Because I know this isn't what Christine wants."

"And what do you know what she wants?" The prince asked, stepping forward.

"Because I know her." A hint of a smile formed on her face. The prince was about to open his mouth, however Christine stopped him. Turning towards the bishop, she plead with him to give her a moment with her. Granting her a moment, she slowly walked towards the masked warrior.

Standing in front of him now, she had to refrain herself from wanting to embrace him. She wanted his arms around her, holding her tight and never her go. Staring into his eyes, she remembered waking to those eyes and his smile. As much as she was glad he was here, it broke her heart as well.

"Erik…" His hard eyes soften as the sound of his name. "…how did you even…?

"A Phantom has his ways." He answered softly, making her smile a little.

"You risk too much coming here."

"I would risk it all for you." Reaching up, her hand brushed along his good cheek. People gasped in shock of her action, but she didn't care. His face leaned into her hand, missing her touch. His hand reached up to caress her face, but the feeling of a sword on his arm stopped him. Glancing to his side, he could see the prince standing there with his sword almost digging into Erik's arm.

"Do not touch her." He warned the Phantom.

"Non je t'en prie. (No, please)" Christine pleaded with him, knowing it wouldn't be a good outcome. With movement as fast as a cheetah, Erik knocked the sword off his arm and grabbed his, pointing straight at the Prince. Gasps filled the church as guards appeared from every corner of the church, ready on command. The two guards that walked Christine to the church appeared and were almost standing behind Erik. Just as she thought they make attack, one put his finger to his mouth before dropping it. Looking away from the two guards, she focused on the two men in front of her. "Erik please…don't."

His eyes scanned around the room, searching for something. He knew he had every guard on their toes, waiting for Gustave's command to attack. He was outnumbered, but he didn't care. If this plan worked, it would shock all of England…and make him move up on the most wanted list. Out of nowhere, an arrow flew across the church to hit a guard standing right next to Gustave.

"Bàs mus gèilleadh! (Death before surrender!)" The words shouted through the church and chaos hit. Figures in black appeared out of the shadows and the fight began. People screamed as they tried to get out of the church, some running into guards or even Phantoms. Taking his sword again, the prince prepared his attacked against the Phantom.

"No! Don't!" But he wouldn't listen to Christine's cry. She only watch as the two men fought in the middle of the aisle. It was complete chaos and a bloody one too. Guards were falling down, wounded from either Arrow's arrows or a warrior's blade. One guard grabbed Christine to try and get her away from the fighting, but she refused.

"It's not safe, you're Highness!" He shouted above the fighting. "Your father has orders!"

"Erik! Tha e a-nis no gu bràth! (It's now or never!)" Tor's voice broke out and Christine quickly turned in the direction of Erik and the prince. The right hook and the prince was down on the ground, groaning in the pain. Hearing Tor's words, Erik quickly turned to face Christine. Seeing a guard with his hand on her arm, he signaled for Arrow. Without seeing Arrow, Christine jumped when an arrow hit the guard in the side. Releasing her arm, he fell to the ground next to her.

"Christine!" Hearing her father's voice, she glanced behind her to see him standing at the alter, his hand reached out for her.

"Christine…" Turning her back to her, his hand was reached to her as well. With both men waiting, she had a choice to make. If she chose her father, it meant a life in France with a man she doesn't love, away from her family here. A life as the French princess and then queen, a life as being just the King's wife. If she chose Erik, it meant a life with the man she loves and the father of her child. But he would be constantly hunted down, never would they be safe, always having to worry if he would ever come home from battle. That fear would be forever with her. Two different lives, one choice. Twisted every way, what answer can I give? She glanced between both men, both of them waiting for her decision. Am I to risk my life, to win the chance to live? She looked at Erik, the hope in his eyes. Can I betray the man who once inspired my voice? Looking back at her father, the worry in his eyes. Do I have any choice? She did have a choice and she made it. Slowly, her hand reached out to the take a hold of the man's; to take a hold of the life she would live…

To be continued...

And this concludes Highland Phantom. Yes, this is the last chapter of the story. I just wanted to say thank you to all of you for staying with this story. It is you guys who motivate me to write these stories and I always love reading the reviews on them. As always, I am open to ideas for stories. Feel free to message me with any ideas or even requests you may want for a story. Anyway, thank you all again and I look forward to writing more stories for all of you.

Now do not panic. Yes I left a huge cliffhanger and said it's the end of the story, however, it's not completely the end of their story. Highland Phantom is getting a squeal! It will be called Highland King and it will be the newest story added to my collection. It is going to continue this story and I am not giving away any hints on whats going to happen in that story. So if you want to find out who Christine chooses, stay tune for Highland King