DISCLAIMER: I wrote this book when i was 13 and it really shows with lack of plot however if you like Edmund and Narnia please don't let it dissuade you!
𝔦𝔫 𝔴𝔥𝔦𝔠𝔥....
the oldest princess from the neighboring kingdom of Perpetua Aurmeun helps...
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"𝖂𝖆𝖎𝖙 𝖜𝖍𝖔'𝖘 𝖜𝖆𝖑𝖐𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖒𝖊 down the aisle again?" Phoenix asked her sister. Nerves were eating hee away and she did not even wish to be married.
Phoebe shrugged thoughtfully. "I suppose Mother is. Arcturus is painting the alter."
"Seriously?" Phoenix said monotonously. "I don't want the picture, no offense to our cousin his work is stunning, and I suspect Edmund doesn't want it either." That much was certain.
"Mother does, at least I think she does." The bride-to-be sighed. Phoebe watched her sister with sorrow darkening her blue irises.
Phoebe felt like she was giving away her sister to the wolves, it's not that she didn't like the Pevensie's, she loved them actually. She just wished she didn't have to see her sister so upset. To add to it all, she wouldn't be able to wake up and see her sister training on the grounds. Or be able to play chess everyday, or even be able to just sit and listen to her read. Her heart twinged at the thought.
Seeing her sister in deep thought, Phoenix knew exactly what her sister was thinking about. "It won't be all bad, B. You can still come see me whenever you like and I will make sure of that." Phoenix said with a pointed look. Not even Aslan himself could stop Phoenix from getting to her sister.
Phoebe looked away her shoulders trembling. Phoenix quickly pulled her sister into a warm hug. She felt warm tears soak into her white dress, she didn't mind. She held her sister as she cried and gently combed her fingers through her long locks.
Her eyes fought back tears, trying to push them back behind the dam. She repeated the same mantra she always said when she was trying not to cry. The only times she cried were the times her night terrors woke her, reminding her of the past. Not that anyone was around to witness it. That much she was glad for. She would only be viewed as a weak princess.
"It's going to be okay, Bell. I promise. Like I said, you can see me whenever you want to."
Phoebe swiped away at her eyes, hanging her head low. "I know, but I'm still going to miss you, Fire." She murmured into Phoenix's white dress. The fine fabrics tickled her nose and in other circumstances she would have laughed at the warm sensation.
"I'll miss you too, Bell." The Zyanya sisters held one another, neither one wanting to let go. Once they broke apart, they would be forced to stay apart for what would seem like forever.
Eventually, the sisters pulled away from the embrace. Phoenix swiped her thumb across Phoebe's cheeks with a small smile. "Now, go sit down before Mother sends the entire castle on a search for you." Phoebe chuckled and left the room without an objection.
Just like that, she was alone with her thoughts. Something she hated. Phoenix always found ways to busy herself so her mind didn't travel very far. Since the events in the library that's all her mind would spiral to. Of course, to Phoenix, it didn't make any sense, perhaps it was lust driven.
