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🛡Swords & Shields🛡
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In the early hours of dusk, Charlotte decided to wash up in a nearby lake. It felt refreshing after spending the past few days only washing her face. Thankfully, no one was awake yet to have seen her by the lake.

Her footsteps echoed across the dark halls dimly lit by fire torches. She stopped in her tracks, and her stare lingered on the image of the King and Queen.

She studied their faces meticulously with knitted brows, coming to realise the familiar symbols on their crowns. They were carved as holding each other's hands. She realised that she was wearing the exact dress the Queen had donned on the walls.

Another set of footsteps echoing in the background about a stone's throw away caught her attention. Instantly, she let out a startled shriek as she met face to face with the Telmarine prince.

Prince Caspian gasped loudly in response, placing his hand over his chest.

"Oh, sorry," he apologised.

"No, no, I'm sorry," she shook her palm, "I just got a fright."

"Good morning," he greeted, "what are you doing up this early, your Highness?"

"I just thought to wash up by the lake," she explained.

"Are these my parents?" She enquired, turning to him.

"I assume so," he answered, "it's about the prophecy."

"The prophecy," she repeated in a mumble, "when would it be fulfilled? How would it happen?"

"No one knows," he raised his shoulders, "I suppose it would happen when the time is right."

"But why me?" She pondered aloud, turning back to the image.

"I..." Prince Caspian was at a loss for words, overwhelmed by her questions, "I don't know. All I know is that we don't get to choose what happens."

"It's alright," she said, "perhaps you're right."

"I just have so many questions," she shared with him, "about them. How they ruled Narnia, what they were like during their reign."

"Why don't you just ask them?" Prince Caspian suggested.

Charlotte turned to him, uncertain how to break it to him.

"What?" He asked, still blind to her state.

"I can't," she mumbled, pressing her lips into a thin line.

Prince Caspian pondered over her words, examining her body language, before it finally dawned on him.

"Oh, I'm sorry," he apologised, "I.. I know how that feels. I've lost mine too."

"It's terrible," she nodded in agreement.

"It's normal to have questions about them," he empathised, "I grew up doing the same. Always asked my professor how my parents died."