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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NIGHTFALL PASSED WITHOUT SO much as a whimper, but tensions among the Narnians remained steadfast. News of what the Telmarine Prince attempted the previous day was spreading slowly, but the Narnians would be fools to not notice the depleted moods of their leaders. It was difficult to sit still that morning, knowing the Telmarines were coming. There was nothing left to do but wait.
Adorned in another one of Susan's dresses, the sword Edmund gifted her hanging off her hip, Hope felt rather bare. They needed armor, shields, a fortress—something! Even Wysteria had a bit more than this—if she was remembering her youth correctly. As much as she cherished and appreciated her time spent at Aslan's How, Peter was right. This was a tomb in the making. When the Telmarines marched in, the Stone Table's rubble wouldn't differ from the others around it. Their catapults wouldn't discriminate.
There was a little extended ridge of the How, sort of like a balcony, that Hope had become fond of. It overlooked the land ahead of the How. At sunrise, she liked to sit upon it and admire the vast greenery, pondering how far it all truly stretched before it transformed into something else. Surely, it depended on the direction you went. Sand one way, rocks in another, water in another.
Hope was on her way to perch on that little balcony for a few minutes alone when she noticed someone had infested her spot.
Prince Caspian was there—as he had been the afternoon before the Night Raid, as he had been last night. She had only heard a snippet of a conversation he was having with his Professor, that Caspian had the potential to be history's most noble contradiction. The Telmarine who saved Narnia. Hope had to bite her tongue and leave. After his stint with the White Witch, she had plenty to say about that.
But the Narnians were finally warming up to her. Picking fights with Caspian would do nothing for her reputation.
But this was the third time Caspian had invaded her thinking spot. Granted, Aslan's How wasn't very spacious, and there weren't many other places to go, especially with an infiltration imminent. Still, Hope just wanted five minutes of peace alone before everything went to shit again. When she saw Caspian, however, she found herself sighing and turned to leave.
But then she thought, Why should I leave? He should leave!
So she turned back around.
Then she thought, I don't own the How. I have no right.
