𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 𝐍𝐄𝐗𝐓 𝐃𝐎𝐎𝐑.
suddenly called upon by a new prince after a millenium, the kings and queens of old return to narnia, only to discover that their kingdom has been terrorized into hiding and plagued by a new enemy. it is the pevensie sibl...
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06 | here comes the general
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THE PREVIOUS NIGHT proved to be awfully productive; by nightfall, the High King – with the help of his brother and the General, of course – already established a small council, according to Caspian's recommendations. They couldn't be picky due to the urgency of the matter, so mostly they just gathered up the supervisors of every battalion, as well as the leaders of the resistance with an official request, and decided to allow every other member of the army with suggestions to just join in on the meetings. For that, they think it best to hold any upcoming gathering at the Stone Table, rather than the previous War room – it's more spacious.
The last task of the night was rest. The returning monarchs were fed, bathed and shown to separate rooms (tunnels, really) with hours to spare until dawn. Peter and Edmund, Susan and Lucy stayed in the most comfortable hammocks of the monument in pairs, each duo between different sets of walls, while June was shown to another room, though the General insisted she had no issue sleeping with the sisters. Instead, to spite the looming threat of loneliness, June invited Rhaelle to her temporary quarters. The phenomena of her Earthly essence brought life to the cave in which they slept; the softest kind of moss coated the floors of cold cobble, emerald vines reaching up the walls and merging the stale air of the underground with scents of Mother Nature when flower buds unravelled from the ceiling over June's bed.
She slept soundly.
That is, until she is pulled out of her deep slumber by Rhaelle and Reepicheep – the mouse knight from the day before.
❝Your Majesty, you must rush, there is an urgent matter at hand,❞ the animal remains patient as June rushes out of bed, being aided in dressing by Rhaelle, though his tone is distressed at best. He stands in the entrance, back turned to the girls.
❝Give me a moment, Reepicheep,❞ June pleads, waving a dismissing hand towards the Nymph that holds up the pieces that normally complete a royal's look – the girl doesn't have time to put on every single garment someone of her title should to appear socially acceptable. Instead, she haphazardly laces the front of her brown floor-length overdress on top of her linens and takes off towards the new War room, Reepicheep scurrying after her, while Rhaelle moves slowly, ever so gracefully.
❝Pardon me,❞ June mumbles, gathering the messy waves atop her head and securing the incompetent knot with a pencil she nicked from her room as she makes her arrival known to the Council and those present, ❝According to Reepicheep, I sleep like a bear in the dead of winter.❞
❝Forgive me, Your Majesty– it was not my intention at all to offend you,❞ the knight clasps his small paws and bows, scattered laughter chirping through the orange-tinged space. June nods her head, politely, and with a smile on her face – who could ever feel such strong emotion as anger upon looking at the abnormally large mouse.
