Hearts Connected As One

Chapter 1 - Principe y Princesa de Telmar:

15 and a half years later:

Guinevere grew up and blossomed, she had light brown hair, which had natural waves flowing through it. Her eyes were still the mesmerising soft hazel colour with greeny-yellow flecks and she still had her naturally long eyelashes from when she was a baby.

The small family had developed quite a nice routine between the four of them and most of the other Narnians had grown to love the girl, some were not so accepting, however, that didn't stop Guinevere from making Narnia her home and developing into a beautiful young girl.

She was dressed in an outfit that Trufflehunter had sewn for her: a simple blue dress, brown leather boots and a soft brown cloak. As always she carried her sword in a sheath on her belt across her right hip, gifted to her on her 11th birthday by the centaurs. Her quiver was full of arrows and her bow, made for her by Nikabrik out of some old driftwood they had found when visiting the beach.

The beach in question was found just below the ruins of the castle Cair Paravel when the four Kings and Queens of old were rumoured to have lived. Guinevere had spent time reading all of the stories and legends surrounding the Pevensie children and the mighty lion Aslan. She believed every word unlike some of the Narnians that had lost hope in Aslan and ever finding their freedom. They were starting to believe that the stories were all made up for children, yet deep somewhere in her heart she knew the stories were true and she had hope that Aslan would return and free her and her family from the Telmarines.

Currently, Nikabrik, Trumpkin and Guinevere were out on their daily walk. 

"Nikabrik," The girl called out into the forest towards the dwarf a few paces ahead, whilst she crouched down to pick up some kind of peculiar-looking arrow. It looked nothing like the ones she had and it was too small to have come from a bow like hers.

"What?" He called back. It had taken a few months for Nikabrik to warm up to the baby, but after a few months, he got used to her being around and couldn't help but grow rather fond of her. He only started to show his newfound affection shortly after her first birthday when her first word was "Nik".

"What's this?" She asked as the dwarf approached her. She held up the small arrow, it appeared to have been laying in the forest for a long time, it was weathered and the wood was splintering. Trumpkin, who was still a few paces ahead, turned to look at the pair, listening to the conversation.

Nikabrik's expression became even sterner than normal. "It's a bolt from the Telmarine crossbows," he hissed in disgust at the object.

Gwen stiffened up. She had recently been told about her backstory and how she came to live with two dwarfs and a badger. She was the Princess of Telmar... It was all so surreal to her and she hated everything about it. She may have been born in Telmar but she was a Narnian at heart.

When she had read the letter left by the professor she was devastated about it for a few days, refusing to talk to anyone, she just lay on her bed all day re-reading the letter over and over. Until Trumpkin had entered the room and reasoned with her.

Flashback:

Dear whoever finds this child.

Unfortunately, I do not have much time but my name is Doctor Cornelius and I am a professor working in the Telmarine castle for King Caspian IX. This child is his only daughter, the Princess of Telmar. However, she cannot stay here because there are people who wish to harm her. The late Queen died shortly after giving birth, so as the Telmarine law states the Princess was supposed to be put to death. The King sent me to protect the child. Now I pass the responsibility on to you, please find a home for her and raise her as your own. When she reaches an appropriate age show her this letter and teach her about her past.