Christine Daaé
The Swedish Nightingale and Fairy of the North
If when the time comes, I refuse to go with you, well then, Raoul, you must carry me off by force!
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Post by Christine Daaé on Sept 14, 2013 13:08:05 GMT -5
Christine sat there in shock for a good long while. What exactly had just happened? She blinked, staring blankly up at the ceiling… until it registered to her that she was lying on the ground and wasn’t breathing. She forced herself to inhale air before pushing with her arms in order to prop herself up into a seated position, still quite in shock and trembling.
It was as she sat up that she caught sight of the other two and began to piece together exactly what was going on. There was Érik, and that strange woman who claimed to be his wife and who had attacked her. She let out a soft sigh in relief that the assault was over… but the words that passed between the other two caused her to have this odd sort of sinking feeling. She knew that Érik was quite capable of carrying out his threats, and so softly, she called out to him, hoping that it might cause him to divert his rage toward the other woman, if only for a moment.
“Érik?” she called gently. She hoped to be able to distract him. Perhaps he would see that she was on the floor, and leave the other alone in order to help her to her feet… It’s what any gentleman would do, and despite his coarse nature at times, she knew very well that he was perfectly capable of being a gentleman and of showing respect and courtesy in every regard… should he wish to do so.
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