Christopher's POV

Christopher was nervous if he was to admit it. Nervous of where Lady Sann was going to decide to stay. He hadn't liked the look the Commander had been giving to her.

She was the epitome of beautiful, of course a man would look. Every single man in the camp had been looking in her direction, eyes trained on her, while they were walking. That walk through the camp had shown him just how stupid of an idea bringing her to this camp had been.

Lady Sann opened her full lips and said, "I will choose to stay in the tent Sir Christopher has provided me with if that is alright with you commander. I wouldn't want to burden you."

Christopher visibly relaxed at hearing this and he tried to restrain the content that he felt on the inside.

Commander Alistair seemed to be taken aback a little but he quickly gathered himself as to not giveaway his obvious sadness at her choice.

"You wouldn't burden my lady. But very well, if that is your wish. The sun will be setting soon. I presume you're hungry Lady Sann. And I will trust Sir Christopher to attend to your every need." Alistair said.

"Of course commander." Christopher replied. He didn't need the commander to order him for Christopher to help Sann. He would do it anyway.

Lady Sann bowed her head slightly in thanks and then they both left Alistair's tent.

They started walking back towards Christopher's tent in silence. After a few minutes, he couldn't hold his words in and saw the need to explain himself.

"I didn't want to be persistent in there milady. I just thought it would be better for you to stay in another tent since the commander didn't know what you really are." He said.

To be honest, that wasn't the only reason why he wanted Lady Sann to stay in his tent. He wanted to stay close to her, be beside her. It was the same feeling he had felt when he first found her. He was being pulled to her.

"And I will protect you. You don't have to worry about any harm coming to you while you are with me Lady Sann." Christopher added quickly.

Sann turned to Christopher and reached out with her hand. Christopher watched her movements with wide eyes as she touched her fingers to his cheek.

Her head tilted slightly as she asked, "Why does your cheeks blush sometimes? It happened in the tent as well."

Christopher looked back at Lady Sann without knowing what to say. How could he explain that when it came to her, everything he felt was improper.

"M-milady, my cheeks gain colour when I feel like I have done something wrong. Like I was too persistent back then with the commander and while I was witnessing a lady undress." Christopher tried to miserably explain.

Sann took her hand away and Christopher instantly missed her touch. His body even wanted to outrageously do something such as leaning towards her to prevent her hand from pulling back but he quickly caught himself.

Christopher tried to evade his eyes from Lady Sann's gaze. He frustratedly combed his hair back with his hand as he tried to will the colour go back to the depth of his skin and never see the light of day again. He was acting like a teen for crying outloud. He needed to get a grip.

Sann looked back at him with the information Christopher had given her and nodded.

Then they started walking back to the tent again. It wasn't long before they arrived at the tent and went in.

Christopher went on to supply another tent and cot for himself to lay in since Lady Sann would be sleeping in his. If Mrs. Margery could see him now, she would surely give him a chiding for having such thoughts.

Mrs. Margery was the housekeeper at his house. She was in charge of kitchen staff, the chambermaids, and cleaning of the estate. There was only one chambermaid and she was Mrs. Margery's daughter, Anna. Mrs. Margery had been there in their house, looking after Christopher since he was a little boy. The elderly woman held a special place in his heart but she could tear his ear off when he did something improper.

Christopher knew he would never see his ear again if Mrs. Margery heard how he insisted on a lady staying in his tent, even if he wasn't staying in it with her. She would certainly have a heart attack.

After Christopher finished preparing his backup, tinier tent and a borrowed cot from the medic, he turned in Sann's direction to see her watching him from her own tent's entrance. With a weird notion coming into his head, he chuckled out loud.

Sann's gaze became curious as she watched Christoper laugh. "Why are you laughing?" She asked with her head tilted slightly.

Christopher shook his head. "I laughed milady because the strange situation we are in finally settled in."

When Sann didn't reply, Christopher rose up from his crouched position and closed the distance between them, "I would've never guessed I would get to meet an angel. Let alone that angel watching me put up a tent." Christopher paused and looked around to make sure no one was eavesdropping and then continued, " I mean I always thought angels were watching us from high above," He pointed the sky with his index finger, "But having you here, really watching me is...."

"Unnatural?" Sann completed Christopher's sentence.

Christopher nodded.

Sann looked up, to the now dark sky littered with bright stars, where Christopher was previously pointing to. Then she lowered her gaze and met Christopher's gaze. He was struck by the pain he saw in there. No tears could be seen in the horizon but then again, he knew devastating pain didn't need to always bring tears.

Christopher had spent his fair share of time in battlefields to know that.

"It's unnatural for me too." Sann said as she looked directly into Christopher's eyes. She looked around them and at the camp with campfires lighting up the dark night with soldiers around them. He saw the scene from her eyes for a second and knew how alone and alienated she must feel.

"I don't know why I was cast out." Sann said in a whisper and it brought Christopher's attention back to her. She was thrown out from her home and she didn't know what wrong she had done to cause it. Her gaze looked far away, a million stars away filled with a memory of pain.

Christopher knew he wouldn't be able to provide answers for the angel before him so he settled for taking her mind off of her pain. He quickly stood up and lent her arm to her.

"You must be hungry milady. Would you care to join me for a dinner along the fire?" Christopher asked.

Sann looked up at him and he saw a little bit of the pain ease away from her eyes. The death grip on his heart loosened a little. He wondered if it was a general thing to hurt when a human saw an angel pain or it only applied to Sann.

Before he could dwell more on it, Sann tentatively closed their distance and gracefully looped her arm through Christopher's.

Warmth travelled up and across from where Sann was touching Christopher on the arm. He looked at Sann mesmerised, to her perfect features and immortal beauty. How could anyone forsake something so perfect? He could not wrap his head around it.

"Shall we milady?" Christopher asked gently.

Lady Sann nodded her head and together they made their way to one of the campfires.

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So another chapter :)

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