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When moving to Cambridge with her Mother to escape the heartbreak of her Father's adultery, Diana is blessed with befriending the Pevensie siblings, Lucy and Edmund, who introduce her to a land of upmost adventure. As their ti...
| CHAPTER TEN | The Consequences of Temptation [unedited]
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Strike one, thrust three and block two. Make sure your feet are planted. Keep steady, balanced. Remember, the sword is an extension of your arm. Strike, Diana.
Reepicheep's commanding voice echoed through her head. She replayed the combinations of movements the mouse had shown her over and over again in her head like a dance, her thoughts so vivid she could almost feel the weight of the blade gripped in her right hand.
A week has passed since the ship suffered from the brutality of a seemingly never resting storm, finally dormant. A week since the crew had been plagued with nightmares forced upon them. A week since Diana had been so irritable and closed off from her friends who only cared about her wellbeing so dearly.
She had yet to apologise. She knew she should, and she knew that they would respond in an attempt to make her feel better about her behaviour, even though she did not deserve it. She did not want them to make excuses for her. She did not want their kindness to soften the harshness of her growing attitude.
She felt like a coward.
Regardless, her relationship with the Pevensie siblings had relatively returned back to normal. No apologies had been exchanged, yet they continued on the next day as if nothing had happened, as if Diana too were a sibling to the pair. After a short while of cautious and reserved conversation, the tension had broken, and they had not pushed each other to discuss that night or the terrors they had endured in their subconscious.
It was her relationship with the King that had suffered the most. The tension that had easily evaporated between Diana and the Pevensie's had remained thick and noticeable between her and Caspian. They remained on speaking terms, yet had failed to speak in private due to Diana's not to subtle refusal to be alone with the King. She still did not trust herself around him; not after Coriakin's words and definitely not after their close proximity the night of her withdrawal from her friends. Caspian was respectful of her distance, regardless of how he longed to speak to her as they had when she first arrived, like they had on Coriakin's island. Alone. Just the two of them. But he would not be selfish. He took the swift glances she shot towards him when she was sure he would not notice and the brief words they had exchanged, and did not ask for more.
The unspoken apology still linger above Diana's head, waiting to drop, yet she couldn't bring herself to do it. She was not ready to relive that evening. Not yet, at least.
Reepicheep had been kind enough to show her the basics of fencing, a few simple variations of the same six thrusts, slashes and blocks to allow her to become used to the blades weight and learn to treat it as an extension of her arm. She was grateful for the Mouse's eagerness to teach her, and she had subconsciously shoved down her small disappointment and regret that she had not called on Caspian to teach her as she had asked of him on Coriakin's island. Regardless, her training - if one could call it that - had helped her state of mind. It kept her distracted, kept her thoughts occupied from their constant overthinking, or the scarring words her Father had continued to snarled at her in her each night as she slept.
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