[Completed] With her birth the fulfilment of a thousand year-old prophecy was bound to be brought to life. They saw it in her eyes- her power, her strength. Her magic would bring peace to a land of toil- a land full of war and subject to the harshes...
Peter left shortly after he and Talia's conversation. Leaving Talia to think upon all that had happened that evening and before. The sun had now set, and all that lit her bedroom up was the stars from the night sky. She felt awful, like cruelty ran through her veins- her outburst earlier reminded her so much of her father and her brother, who she constantly tried to not be like. And Peter's explanation of why he felt Edmund acted out the way he did, only made her feel even worse. She couldn't imagine how it would feel to be taken away from Narnia, and never knowing when it would happen.
So, she decided she would try to find him.
The castle was large, and she knew it would take some time to find the boy. Obviously, she started out with his bedchambers but when she knocked there was no response, and when she, perhaps intrusively, entered the room there was no one inside. The girl checked the library, but no one was there. She then walked through the castle greens, where she spotted Susan and Caspian sitting on bench, talking under the moonlight, and decided to not interrupt. She tried the lake: no one. The dining room: no one. The ballroom: no one. As as the night stretched into the early hours of the following day, it was 1'o'clock in the morning when she decided to check the main balcony, remembering how much time the boy used to spend looking up at the stars.
The girl ran up the stairs, to the room in which the balcony was attached too, careful not to trip on her flowing dress. She quietly opened the door to the room, slipping inside. Her eyes softened at the sight of the boy standing at the edge of the balcony, looking up to the sky. She stopped to watch as his dark hair gently swayed in the gentle wind, and his shirt billowed out slightly, under the night's breath.
She stared at him as the longing inside of her increased, and finally she broke the silence, "I realise that I never thanked you for saving me from drowning when we first met."
Edmund spun around, surprised at the sound of another's voice, "Talia." he whispered. The girl could see his reddened eyes, she could hear the pain in his voice, and her eyes welled at the sight. "I'm so sorry." he gently spoke, his throat hitching slightly.
She jolted towards him, "No it is I who should apologise."
In the shadows their faces were now so close to one another that he could smell the perfume she was wearing; she smelt of vanilla, nature, she smelt of all that comforted him, and he leaned into it. He looked to the floor, while using his hands to move pieces of her hair out of her face, "I said some things I didn't mean, out of spite, jealously."
Talia used her finger to pull the boy's chin upwards to look at her, "I understand." she whispered to him, wiping away a solitary tear that lined his cheek.
His eyes fluttered down towards her lips, and she did the same. Each of their hearts raced, but this time they were set on their purpose; no interruption or unnecessary words would halt. Now that he was so close, he began to see even more of her face under the darkening blush: Her light freckles, spread across her face in a way so much softer than most peoples'. It was her. It was only her, the sole thing left in the universe, eyes shining like two worlds only for him, visible only to him. It was her bubbly laugh, her curly hair, her trademark smile, the way she whispered his name. It was her, it always was, and it always will be. He grabbed her hand tightly, those small hands pressed into his, the way her round eyes fluttered to a close.
Neither knew who took the final step, but someone did, and they were no longer two people with two stories and two minds, but one.
He kissed her like she wanted to be kissed, like no boy had ever kissed her, soft and moist and hot and breathy, not trying to win a battle but seeking union and closeness and the sharing of one breath, one sensation, one timeless and passionate moment. The heat rose in her cheeks as her tongue touched his, quick and electric and delicious, then firmer, more determined, more curious about the heat that lay within, seeking to chase down that elusive liquid lightning that reached through both of them.
She fit into him like a glove, her kiss like the beating of a butterfly's wings, soft until it became addictive. It was the murmuring, cool breeze of a summer evening; it was falling asleep to the faint noises of the woods; it was a red, blazing fire, yet a gentle, trickling rain all at once. All there was was the two of them, or one of them, rather, and all he could feel was her: Vanilla and lavender in his nose, deep brown-colored hair and dark eyes on his mind. And all she could feel was him: Pine and sea salt, raven black and green.
Edmund pulled away first, to catch his breath, and smiled down upon the beautiful girl before him and noticed a saddened look upon her face, "What's wrong?" he gently whispered.
Talia looked up at him, with adoring eyes, which were the home to tears forming in the corners. She brought her hands up to rest in his hair and tilted her head to the side. "I just," she paused, "don't want you to leave me."
His eyes softened at the girl, and he brought his thumb up to her cheek to wipe of her fallen tears, just as she did for him, "I will always be here. Always." he repeated.
She let out a gentle laugh, "yeah, you better."
He smiled, enjoying the feeling of her fingers intertwining with his, "Will you come to the ball with me?" he softly spoke, after minutes of building up the courage to ask.
Talia let out a wide grin at the sound of his question, "Of course!" she giggled, wrapping her arms around his neck, while he span her around out of pure happiness. She pulled back, "But whatever will the nobles say? They all wish for me to marry with Caspian-"
"Let them talk." he interrupted, "I couldn't care less." and the pair collided once more for another kiss.
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But Talia couldn't help but feel awful for the secret she was concealing. She knew it wouldn't be long before her and Caspian's marriage would be announced.
Disclaimer- I must credit Ruby Boyle on Quora for this chapter, she gave me the inspiration.
