Christine didn't know what to do with herself, wondering how she spent her time before James. Then she wondered how she spent her time before Thomas instead. Even though most of her time with James had been spent in awkward tenses hidden by arguments, she was missing that. Dwelling on the fact that she could be spending this time with James, while he was fighting for something he would never get to see. The Patriots would prevail, even though England's Loyalists believed the Americans had no chance. Regardless of the inevitable, England went on as normal where Christine lived. Too far away from the fighting to leave her home, too close to stop worrying about it. Even though it took another step for Christine to love him, James had loved Christine before she even remotely liked him. James was beginning to regret leaving her, but he pushed those regrets aside. He was never the poetry type, but Christine made him want to be. He wanted to express his feelings the way Thomas could. James saw Thomas writing letters every few days, for Lady Adelyn. Christine received a letter one day, to her pleasant surprise.

Stolen novel; please report.

My Christine,

Not a day goes by that I don’t think of you. Your lovely presence and unmatchable beauty fill my mind through sounds of gunshots and falling soldiers, keeping me going. I fight for my home and I fight for you. I imagine all of the adventures we will have together and pray that those will turn into reality. I am no poet, but my words are true. I love you and I will come home.

God helps us all,

James