𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐃 | ❝Hope is good, Hope will never disgrace, but make no mistake, Hope will hit you in the face!❞
In which the Just King becomes betrothed to a princess from a neighboring kingdom, only to fall in love with the prin...
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LIGHT AND DARK WERE oftentimes amid a civil war, and yet, Hope had never seen it like this.
To be frank, she had never seen a war unfold before her very eyes ever. She was born well into Wysteria's darkest hour, after all. The closest she got to witnessing any real battles firsthand was through the heavy words and stories of those around her. Living in Wysteria meant that people spoke of the land's hardships just as often as they spoke of the weather. It was all they could do to fill the time before the kingdom drew its final breath. Light and dark often clashed, and she knew this, but she never saw it for herself — only the aftermath.
The war between the Narnians and the Telmarines was the first one she ever saw up close, and that made it so much more personal to her. Because she knew Narnia. Because she was raised on tall tales about the majestic lion and his chosen ones. She knew what this land was meant to be. She knew how it once flourished and thrived, and witnessing the cards the Narnians were dealt made her that much more eager to join the march against them. Now that Wysteria was gone, Narnia was her home, and she didn't want it to face the same fate as the land that raised her.
Her determination to save Narnia was a small flame, but with the contagious optimism of the Pevensies, it grew. It grew and grew and grew, spreading to each Narnian that remained. They hadn't been this hopeful for better days in a long time.
Everyone was hard at work preparing for the invasion. Time was fleeting, and with such a small army, everyone needed to chip in as much as they could. Hope was thankful that her many years of overworking herself was coming to good use.
While Edmund, Peter, Susan, and Caspian strategized with those who would be joining them for the night raid, Hope was busily helping out where she could. There was only so much she could do since she planned on staying behind with Odette and Lucy, but she was putting as much of herself into this mission as she could. Honestly, she was grateful she wasn't participating in the ambush. She was the farthest thing from a soldier.
Hope thought that perhaps this would be a decent opportunity to bond with the Narnians, but her attempts were futile. Handmaids were so much harsher than she remembered them being. That, or she just got lucky with Wysteria's servants. Then again... maybe they were only polite to her because of her relationship with the princess...
Well, either way, trying to bond with the Narnians felt like trying to befriend savage beasts. Their hostility was disguised with bitter smiles and whispers every time she turned her back. Normally, Hope would've just stuck with Odette, but that wasn't an ideal option at the moment.
