Title: Life, Love, and Lust
Chapter 5: Breathing Lies
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Onto chapter five….
Chapter Five: Breathing Lies
A lie, by definition, means to speak falsely or utter untruth knowingly, as with intent to deceive. A liar is a person who has lied or who lies repeatedly. And that is just what Christine had become. She had become a liar. She was living a lie.
Christine made it home minutes after she had left the castle grounds. She had had the most wonderful night! And it had been a lie.
That night she had danced and talked and laughed and kissed the most wonderful man alive, but at the end of the night she knew that it was only a matter of time before she caused him pain. She was living in a world of lies and she hated it.
But, what Christine really found hard to understand was why she was feeling the way she was. She felt guilt, but that was not the feeling that she couldn't place. There was something else. A strange, foreign feeling…something that the young, rising star had never felt before.
Could she be falling for the Prince?
Christine scoffed at the very thought. She knew what and who she was and she would not set her sights on something that she knew she could not have. She was merely a pawn in the Queen's game, and once her game was through, Erik Destler would never think of her again.
Or so she thought…
The next morning, Christine rose utterly refreshed.
The first thing she did was place the rose Erik had given her in the small, glass vase that rested on the kitchen table. Every now and then she would look at it and smile, her fingers rising to touch her lips in remembrance of what had happened the night before.
Next, she entered her father's bedroom. She found him asleep in the center of his large, queen sized bed.
Nodding to the nurse who had just finished administering her father's medication, she sat down and took his cold, limp hand.
"Oh, papa…." She murmured. "I don't know what to do."
Meg Giry was Queen Madeleine's personal maid, and Christine Daae's best friend and confidant. She was a smart girl, with pale blonde hair and bright blue eyes. All the men in town had their sights set on her, but Meg always ignored their advances. She had a good head on her shoulders.
It was the day after the ball when Madeleine announced that she was taking a trip into town to be fitting for a few new gowns. Meg and two other maids were to go with her. Meg was overjoyed! I may just have a chance to slip away and talk with Christine before we return to the palace, she thought.
Just before the small party was about to leave, Queen Madeleine pulled Meg aside.
"Meg," Madeleine started, her harsh voice surprisingly calm. "Once we reach down you will deliver this," She shoved an envelope into Meg's hands. "to that friend of yours, Christine Daae." Then she walked out the door, leaving a shocked Meg in her wake.
It was around noon when Meg slipped away and made it to Christine's small cottage.
She bounded towards the door and knocked on it lightly, hoping not to disturb Christine's father.
Christine opened the door with a smile upon her lovely face.
After hugs and kisses the two friends sat down on the small couch in the living room.
"So, how did it go last night?" Meg, who knew all about the Queen's plan, asked Christine. The young diva then relayed to Meg all that had happened the night before.
Meg turned her head and smiled at the rose on the table. "You like him, don't you Chrissie?" She asked, her voice taking a different tone.
Christine smiled sadly. "Do you remember the song that my mother always used to sing? The sad one, that was so beautiful?"
Meg seemed unsure.
"It went like this." She said before beginning to sing softly, a sad smile on her face.
touch, eyes meet Don't
dream too far Ev'ry
so often we long to steal Blithe smile, lithe limb
Sudden silence, sudden heat
Hearts leap in a giddy whirl
He could be that boy
But I'm not that girl
Don't lose sight of who you are
Don't remember that rush of joy
He could be that boy
I'm not that girl
To the land of what-might-have-been
But that doesn't soften the ache we feel
When reality sets back in
She who's winsome, she wins him
Gold hair with a gentle curl
That's the girl he chose
And Heaven knows
I'm not that girl
dream too far
so often we long to steal
Blithe smile, lithe limb
wish, don't start
Wishing only wounds the heart
I wasn't born for the rose and the pearl
There's a girl I know
He loves her so
I'm not that girl"
"Oh, Chrissie…" Meg whispered, tears in her eyes.
"Whatever I am feeling does not matter." Christine said with passion, waving her hands in the air to exaggerate her point. "Oh, Meg! Don't you see? I could love him, Meg, but it still wouldn't matter because I'm going to end up hurting him! There is no point in wishing for things that cannot be! No point in wishing for things that I know I can never have!" She took a breath then, began again. "Everyone can wish! Everyone can dream! But, eventually reality will set back in and we will realize that it was just that! A dream! Something that will never, ever be!" Christine was panting when she finished, her flushed cheeks a shade of bright red.
The two were silent for a time, before Meg rose to her feet. "I must go." She told Christine, who then led her long-time friend to the door.
"Come back soon, Meg." Christine said. "I miss you."
"I miss you, too!" Meg laughed, pulling Christine in for a hug. As they pulled apart Meg shrieked, "I almost forgot!"
Christine stared quizzically as Meg pulled an envelope put of her pocket. She offered the envelope to Christine. "This is for you." She told her stunned friend, before letting her self out the front door.
Christine stared at the envelope in her hands for a few moments before turning it over and ripping the seal. She pulled out a crisp sheet of paper and began to read the short letter slowly,
I am sending you this letter to inform you that this will be your last correspondence with me on the matter of out little deal for some time. I do not wish to make this a big deal nor do I wish to make it obvious that we are in cahoots with one another. I trust that you will be discreet and do your best at the task that I have bestowed upon you. Always remember that I have eyes and ears throughout the kingdom and will know what you are doing at all times.
You did well last night, and my hopes are that you will follow through with your job using the same care and confidence as you did last night.
Her Highness, Madame Madeleine Destler, Queen of Populaire
Angrily, Christine shoved the letter back into the envelope it had come in.
That insufferable, deceiving, lying—Her thoughts were cut of by a knock on the door. The knock made her jump and she quickly went to hide the letter in her bedroom before answering the door.
Christine could have sworn her jaw dropped when she saw who was standing on her doorstep.
Prince Erik Destler was standing in her doorway. Out of the corner of her eyes, Christine spotted a few of the local woman standing nearby and watching with envy as their Prince took her hand and raised it to her lips. Christine immediately blushed and pulled her hand back.
"Won't….won't you come in?" Christine stuttered, stepping aside to let the tall, dark, handsome, and mysterious man into her home.
He walked into the small house gracefully. He smiled softly at Christine as she turned to Christine.
"Mademoiselle." He said, holding out another rose, exactly like the first.
Christine took the beautiful flower from his grasp and raised it to her nose, inhaling it's sweet scent. "Thank you." She murmured. "Oh! And, please, call me Christine."
"Christine." He stated, his voice like soft velvet.
The lady in question turned and walked into the kitchen and proceeded to place her rose into the vase that held the first one.
"Would you care for some tea?" She called nervously.
"No, thank you." He began. "Actually, I was wondering if you would like to go some place with me."
The pair slipped out the back door of the Daae cottage and into the forest behind the village. They walked a ways before reentering the village at a small alley. Next, entered a door in an alley wall and made their way down a tunnel. The tunnel was encased in complete darkness and Christine clung to Erik desperately in fright. Not that he minded. Finally, they made it to a curtained doorway.
Erik pulled the curtain aside and led Christine into a beautiful cavern.
There was a stunning, majestic organ covered in sheet music and many music stands stood tall throughout the room. Candles were everywhere giving light to the cavern. There was also a small lake, a gondola docked near the shore. Christine's breath caught in her throat as she took in the beauty of the special place.
"We are beneath the Opera House." Erik purred in her ear.
Eventually, he stepped back and made his way towards the organ saying, "My father found this place when he was a boy. I come down here, sometimes, to write my music."
After sitting down upon the organ bench Erik patted the space next to him. Christine came to sit. "Thank you for sharing this with me." She murmured.
Erik nodded, and then began to play a beautiful tune, his eyes locked with Christine's. Before either knew what was happening there mouths came together and they were kissing passionately.
Her arms found their way around his neck and his around her waist, and they parted, their bodies intertwined, panting.
"Sing for me." He said huskily.
Reluctantly, they separated and he began to play and obediently she began to sing. He corrected her when she sang a note inaccurately and smiled when she sang a note correctly.
Yes, Erik and Christine were in their own heaven.
A place where they belonged to each other…
A place where all the lies did not matter…
A place where they both were filled with love and ecstasy…
A place where they could just be.