Mon Espion || Phantom of the Opera

Epilogue

Constance yawned softly as she finished getting dressed for bed, reaching her hands above her head to secure her nightgown on her dancer's body. It fell quickly down, leaving her covered much to Erik's displeasure.

"Tired my love?" Erik asked her softly, already laying down on the bed they were to share and in his own night clothes.

Constance turned to face him with a small smile on her face, the dim candlelight giving her a soft glow as she approached the bed, "Tired from our journey yes, never tired of you."

Erik returned her adoration with his own smile as he patted the soft duvet beside him, "then come rest my dear and we shall slumber as long as you wish."

Constance giggled softly as she climbed into the plush bed beside him, her arms reaching out to grab his chest as they pulled each other closer, "indeed we shall."

The two laid there together in silence for some time, neither of them sleeping as the events of the last month kept repeating inside their minds. After leaving the opera house, Constance, Erik and Nadir had stayed at numerous locations throughout Paris while trying to remain undetected by the French royal guard. Erik had been able to bring some of his small fortune with him and therefore was able to provide for them in doses; however, the rest remained underground where they were sure Meg or Madame Giry would eventually find it. After a few weeks of scrounging for shelter, they were able to reach Emily Bronte in desperation for a more permanent residence to stay and she was able to secure their passage back to London. Thankful, the trio made their way across international borders undetected and ended up at her residence just this morning. Everyone had grown quite tired and famished from the journey, quickly retiring to their assigned rooms after eating a hearty supper.

"Erik," Constance asked softly, turning her head to face him.

Erik still had his mask on, his eyes were closed but nevertheless he responded, "Yes?"

She smiled at his tired voice, "Do you think we can stay here in London?"

He opened his eyes in an instant, turning his head to face her, "If that is what you desire, then I will make it so."

She smiled wider, pressing a gentle kiss on his exposed chest, "I would greatly appreciate it."

"Then consider it done," he mused, taking his free arm to remove his newfound mask. His mask was not as extravagant as the one he left at the opera house, but he had made it out of materials he was able to find while on their journey. It was dirtied from their trip but he knew this one was temporary as he placed it down on the nightstand beside him. Leaning over, he gently blew out the candle, casting a comforting darkness over the room, "I am so sorry-"

"Don't start," Constance pleaded, "you've said your apologies one hundred times over. I've forgiven you, we all have."

"We believe everyone has," he corrected her, sighing softly as he pulled her closer to him.

"If they have not then so be it. They are no longer a part of our lives," she reassured, trying not to think too much about Christine and Raoul.

They hadn't heard much about the couple since fleeing from the angry mob apart from the fact that they had eloped in a quiet ceremony back in Paris. They had obviously moved on with their lives and now it was their turn.

"You're right," Erik stated after a while of silence, pressing a small kiss to her head, "sweet dreams my dear."

"Sweet dreams," she answered sleepily.

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After a month of establishing themselves in London, they had found out that Constance was expecting their first child. With a new baby on the way, Erik was quickly scrounging in search for a place to move into but with little availability in the city, Emily graciously allowed the couple to continue to stay with her and Nadir. Nadir had even proposed to Miss Bronte and they had planned out a small wedding that only close friends and family were invited to.