My Angel of Music

Dinner Party

That night, I sat in the bed, with Erik at my side.  "Erik, could we write to Madame Giry?"  I asked quietly, knowing that he would probably reply in the negative.  He thought for a few moments, his brow furrowing.  "Well, maybe you could use a different name and it could be delivered in the night."  He said, still thinking.  I brightened up at the thought of Meg reading a letter from me.  "I don't see why not."  He answered.  My eyes widened.  "Oh, Erik.  Really?"  I whispered.  "You must be very careful though.  You'll have to use a different name.  Did she have a pet name for you, or something like that?"  He asked.  I pondered for a moment, then came up with an idea.  "Meg and I used to pretend that we were princesses, seperated from our mother, the queen.  She was always named Princess Sylvia and I Princess Alexandra.  Maybe I could say my name was Alexandra and I could call her Sylvia once or twice, arousing her memory!"  I said, excitedly.

Erik smiled down at me, adoration in his eyes.  I looked up at him.  "Thank  you so much."  I whispered, in awe of his kindness.  "Whatever for, my dear.  For letting you write to a friend?  That is hardly worth thanking me for."  He argued.  I leaned into him and placed a kiss on his lower neck, then rested my head on his chest.  "For always making me happy, no matter what the cost."  I replied.  He kissed the top of my head.  "Go.  Write to Meg, my love.  I know you are dying to do so."  He chuckled as he saw me jump up and race out of the room, and into the library where a writing desk stood.  I sat down and pulled out a piece of parchment and a quill from the drawer.  It took me a few minutes to decide what to write.  Should I even tell her that I was pregnant?  Should I wait until the next letter?  But I decided to wait until the next letter to tell her the newest news.  

Dearest Meg,

I know we have not spoken in a while, ever since the opera house burned down and I left Paris with Erik.  But I now reside in a happy summer home, away from Paris with him.  We were married just a few, short months ago.  I wish I could have invited you to the wedding, but that was impossible.  Erik is a great husband and I love him dearly.  I wish you were here, with me, so I could describe to you my love for him, but I'm afraid if I were to start writing it on paper, it would take up at least five pages!

  Remember in the Opera House gardens, where we would play princesses?  You were Sylvia and I was Alexandra?  Please write back as soon as you recieve this.

Love always,

Alexandra

Tears rolled down my cheeks as I signed the letter and tucked it in a envelope, sealing it with a kiss.  I composed myself and stood, carrying the letter with me.  I walked slowly up the stairs and into the bedroom.  I paused in the doorway, hearing someone cry softly.  I hurried inside the room to see what was the matter.  I saw Erik, his face in a pillow, sobbing quietly.  I rushed to his side and rubbed his back.  He jumped at my touch and started to snivel and wipe away his tears.  "My love, what is wrong?"  I cried in alarm.  He sat up, his back facing me and wiped at his masked face.  "Nothing, Christine.  Nothing that you need to worry about."  He replied calmly.  I didn't believe him.  "Erik, we agreed not to hide things from eachother.  Now tell me why you are so upset."  I encouraged.  

He turned toward me, his eye puffy and the cheek that I could see was red.  I kept on rubbing his back, encouraging im to speak.  Finally he took a breath and responded.  "Christine, my deformity.....It could be passed down to my children.  What if..."  He began sadly but I interrupted him with a kiss.  His tear mingled with our lips but it made no difference.  He kissed back slowly, still sad at whatever troubled him.  Then he pulled away.  "Even if it doesn't have my deformity, he will still at one point see what i look like under the mask.  He will be scared of me, he'll shun me and hate me forever."  He whispered.  I was growing a little angry now.  Our child would understand.  He would see the beauty underneath the mask.  But Erik couldn't realize that.  He was too caught up in his doubts.