𝐒𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐄 || Narnia x The Hunger Games Crossover

Chapter Two

A/N: Thank you so much for the support on Chapter One! All of your comments mean the world to me and I'm so excited to continue this adventure together!

I didn't mention it in the first chapter, but just for reference this book will be 28 chapters long, and there will also be four short tie-in novelettes afterward (optional), so probably something more like 40 total chapters of Swanwhite content.

Happy reading!

xXx

CHAPTER TWO

"How about that fall?"

"What's it like to be chosen?"

"Why do you think you won the vote?"

Reporters pressed in on every side, hands shoving microphones into Lucy's face as she struggled to follow Zardeenah through the station to the platform.

The towering phantom of a woman strode with such commanding force that none dared to stand in her way, but a dozen bulbous cameras trapped Lucy in their spotlight, and more than once she caught her own face on the live feed airing on massive screens above the crowd: eyes red, nose runny, cheeks flushed. She'd tried to collect herself over the short car ride, but the damage was already done.

Caspian glared in stark contrast, just as blank and stony as he had been at the Reaping, and never once did he look at her, or anyone else for that matter, even as they broke through the crowd and turned to face the horde of cameras pressing in greedily to capture their every detail. Lucy couldn't help but feel exceptionally out of place next to him.

At last the train doors hissed open and Zardeenah ushered them inside, the mechanical doors closing automatically behind them and bolting shut.

Lucy blinked.

The clamor of the bustling station switched off as suddenly as if she'd just stepped into another world, and for a moment she could only stare as spots danced in her vision, glaring sunlight and flashing shutters fading in the dim warmth of a richly carpeted and paneled room.

Red cushioned window seats and richly stained beams that arched up with the curve of the ceiling glowed in golden lamplight refracted by glittering crystal.

The train moved with a rush that took Lucy's breath away.

"Your rooms are this way," said Zardeenah before Lucy had even begun to regain her bearings, and the escort turned sharply down a narrow passage.

Lucy hurried to keep up, wobbling but keeping her footing as the train's strange movement evened out until it became almost unnoticeable, and Zardeenah stopped at the first door.

"Everything is at your disposal, of course, now that you are the Capitol's guests. This one is yours, my dear."

Lucy looked inside and froze.

Zardeenah said something else, but she didn't hear it, and the next moment she stood alone at the door as Caspian disappeared with the escort down the hall.

Creamy white bed sheets burned in her raw eyes, glowing in a haze with a marble vanity and downy carpet an inch deep.

Sunlight poured in through a small rectangular window, flickering as buildings and power lines sped past outside, and Lucy dug her fingers into her skirt, foreign and dirty in her stained frock and bloody stockings.

This couldn't be meant for her.

Nobody in their right mind would let her within a dozen leagues of something so clean, so... perfect.