❝𝑆𝑇𝐴𝑅-𝑇𝑂𝑈𝐶𝐻𝐸𝐷 𝐷𝐸𝑆𝑇𝐼𝑁𝐼𝐸𝑆 𝐶𝐴𝑁𝑁𝑂𝑇 𝐵𝐸 𝐷𝐸𝑁𝐼𝐸𝐷.❞
On a chilly night in December 1930, a girl with beautiful chestnut hair was born in the Barlowe family. Her name was Eleanor Aria Barlowe.
She was born in the northern part...
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𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐑'𝐒 𝐇𝐀𝐙𝐄𝐋 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒 𝐆𝐋𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐃 from Balthasar to the man who was initiating their wedding. Her lower lip was trembling, her eyes were fighting back the tears that kept welling up. The nasty smell from Balthasar's breath and teeth were overwhelming, the cold wind that resided in the Seven Isles caused shivers to roll over Eleanor's spine and goosebumps to appear underneath her eccentric wedding gown.
'Aria,' the man urged on. 'What is your answer?'
Eleanor swallowed and her strong gaze towards him faltered towards the ground. 'May I object to my own marriage?' she asked quietly.
Balthasar's nails dug into the soft skin of her hands, leaving red half-oval marks as his jaw was clenched shut again. 'You may not,' he spoke through gritted teeth.
A loud bang against the gate interrupted the ceremony and Eleanor glanced hopefully towards Aslan. It happened another three times as the guards on the square stood at the ready. Minotaurs and centaurs burst open the gates of the fort surrounding Roguecrest, riding along with them were Peter, Edmund, Susan, Lucy, Caspian and Cassiopeia. Panic ensued on the square when the first swords clashed together and sliced through armour and skin. The screaming of people caused so much chaos that it wasn't clear what was going on. Eleanor took that opportunity to make a run for it—the knife still cutting further into her back with every step that she took. Balthasar caught her hand and dragged her back to the others, who were either rushing or being rushed into the castle.
Edmund took hold of her other hand, though Balthasar was roughly ripping on her arm. Edmund clumsily though swiftly got hold of his sword, the metallic ringing still in the air as he managed to cut Balthasar's upper leg.
Balthasar hissed in pain and let go of Eleanor's hand, running with an awful limp into the castle and locking its gates.
Eleanor carefully held onto the knife and slowly removed it from her back, which only made the pain worse, though only momentarily. She was frantically looking around, trying to catch her breath and understand what was happening when she noticed they were being surrounded by archers. 'Everyone, get off the square! The archers!' she shouted, pointing to the soldiers preparing their crossbows and running off the square herself, finding another door to enter the castle through.
She let out a high-pitched scream when she bumped into Edmund and sighed relieved when she saw that it was him. 'Thank goodness, it's you,' she said, her heart beating in her throat.
Edmund held her face in his hands to get a clearer look at her face and was relieved to see that she had no scars there. 'Are you alright?' His hand placed itself on her lower back and he felt the cold fabric against his skin. He pulled his hand back to see her blood staining his hand and turned her around.
