Hearts Connected As One

Chapter 7 - The Journey Must Continue:

"Your horn, your Majesty," I told her and she stared at me for a moment before focusing her gaze back to Trumpkin, looking rather puzzled. "A Telmarine soldier blew your horn. That is why you have returned to Narnia, is it not?" I asked with a look of hope on my face. The young Queen nodded back, unsurely.

"That boy wasn't just a Telmarine soldier, your Highness." That statement sparked my interest, however, I couldn't help rolling my eyes at the end of that sentence. There have been very few times where I have ever been referred to as my former royal title. I really didn't want to have to explain my backstory, not like this anyway. I don't want them to think of me any differently.

"Your Royalty?" The youngest girl asked quietly. I looked at her only to see her eyes wide in shock. I looked at the rest of them. Susan and Edmund looked at me questionably, Peter seemed uncertain with his hand resting on the hilt of his sword. Before I had the chance to explain, Trumpkin opened his gob again.

"Guinevere is the Princess of Telmar." he started before I interrupted him.

"For the first 20 minutes of my life!" I tried to justify, praying that the Kings and Queens of old would not judge me. Trumpkin shushed me before he continued.

"She is the Princess of Narnia. A protector to all within its realm." Trumpkin spoke up, a look of pride etched deep on his face. I smiled lightly, I had been named a protector for the Narnians a few years back, when I was 12, after saving one of the baby fauns from a Telmarine soldier. After I learnt my backstory and it was revealed to the Narnians where I had come from there was a discussion about my fate. They had decided to make me the Princess of Narnia. I was a hope for a better life.

"Since when did Narnia have Princesses?" Peter asked. "There's always been peace in Narnia. We never had any Princesses." The High King continued rather arrogantly.

"Well, we do." Trumpkin retorted, causing silence amongst the six. It wasn't a comfortable silence, more awkward and agonising. Each of us just looked at each other without saying a word, so I decided to change the subject. I turned my gaze back to the grumpy ginger dwarf and started a conversation.

"What do you mean he wasn't just a Telmarine soldier?" All eyes turned to me before looking to Trumpkin for answers.

"When we were captured, I heard them talking about the Prince blowing a horn in the forest, then disappearing." He explained.

"Caspian..." I said quietly. Trumpkin simply nodded. I knew I had an older brother. The true Prince of Telmar but I never thought that the boy in the woods could be him; he'll probably never know who I am. He doesn't even know I'm alive.

"Your brother." He clarified. I smiled sadly at the thought of possibly meeting him. Maybe the Narnians hadn't killed him, yet again, maybe they had. A large amount of anger had been built up against the Telmarine, hundreds of years worth to be exact. That was why when my past was revealed a selection of Narnians lost trust in me and wanted to either kill me or send me back to the Kingdom.

Hopefully, Glenstorm, Reepicheep or Trufflehunter had been able to convince them otherwise as they had done for me. They knew he was my brother after all, well if he even got the chance to say who he was.

After a few minutes of discussion, we all decided we had to get back to the Narnians and the only way to do that was by boat. I trudged over to the wooden vessel that Edmund had been able to pull to shore whilst Peter rescued me from drowning. I heard another few pairs of footsteps follow closely behind me and I turned to see Edmund looking at me walking beside Trumpkin and Lucy. He turned back to face his two older siblings; they looked uneasy.

"Well, are you coming or not?" Lucy called out to her brother and sister. They just stared back at her before Susan placed her bow in her quiver and they started walking towards us.