Hearts Connected As One

Chapter 13 - Icy Blast From The Past:

Shortly after walking back into the How, ignoring the glances from everyone I passed, I changed back into my simple blue dress and brown leather boots. I didn't bother wearing my cloak but I did keep my belt with my sheathed sword on it attached to my hip. My bow, arrows and quiver were stashed safely in the armoury. I quickly took the braids out from my hair, allowing it to fall across my face in natural waves, as a kind of shield.

Right now all I wanted to do was forget everything that has happened today. Tear streaks stained my cheeks as I found a secluded room deep into the passages of the How.

I shouldn't be crying right now. I am a Princess and I was taught to be strong. It just seems like I can't help it. The last time I cried this hard was the day I was given my letter left by Doctor Cornelius. The tears seem to be falling uncontrollably, no matter what I do.

I thought I would be left alone in this room for a while, giving me time to grieve, review my thoughts and process everything that happened last night and this morning. That was until Edmund walked into the room, calling my name.

At first, I took no notice of him, hoping if I ignored him he may get the message and leave. I tried to brush the tears away from my face, I didn't want to be seen like this. He saw me crying enough last night on the way back from the castle.

I dared to glance up at him and meet his gaze. The moment my bloodshot hazel eyes met his endearing brown ones, he looked at me sympathetically, without any visible judgement.

"Please, go away." I requested quietly, my voice faltering as I did so. He didn't react, he just kept looking at me pitifully, as though contemplating what to do next.

"I told you to leave me alone." I snapped, sounding significantly harsher than I meant to.

"You can't get rid of me that easily Guinevere." He cooed, walking over to me slowly. He took a seat at my side and wrapped his arm around me gently, placing a soft and tender kiss on the side of my head. A small swarm of butterflies was forming in the pit of my stomach.

"Don't listen to Pete, he's just mad because he knows that he is at fault. Still doesn't make what he said okay though." Edmund admitted. I relaxed into his embrace, resting my head against his shoulder, playing with my hands resting upon the soft blue fabric from my dress, across my lap.

"It wasn't all Peter, Caspian is just as much at fault. I probably shouldn't have slapped him though." I sighed, all the anger and frustration seeping away very slowly, as I snuggled closer to Edmund.

We didn't say anything more, we just sat safely in each other's comforting embrace.

I have to admit, despite everything the Pevensies have helped to reunite me and Caspian, they have become very good friends and I would consider them a part of my family. Although I have to admit, I think I may have started to understand what that connection between Edmund and I was. I think I am starting to fall for the just King and I am falling fast.

Meanwhile At The Stone Table:

3rd Person:

"Are you so glad of that magic horn now, boy?" Nikabrik jeered at Caspian's side.

Caspian was not only mad at himself and with Peter, he wanted to punch a wall. Instead, he just looked at the carvings of Aslan above the Stone Table.

"Your Kings and Queens have failed us. Your army's half dead. And those that aren't will be soon enough." He continued to taunt.

"What do you want?" Caspian said sarcastically. "Congratulations?"

"You want your uncle's blood." Nikabrik held an evil smirk upon his face, this set of small alarms in Caspian's head. He didn't trust Nikabrik, however, he could be pretty manipulative when he wanted to be.