This is the tale of a journey that takes Luna not only to discover the world beyond Narnia's borders; she will find a purpose that goes deeper than protecting her king.
» That's why. I can't protect you the way I should... « As she looks into his ey...
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The people gasp or hold their breaths as Sanna reveals the reason why Luna fought Lord Benchheim, literally – something out of the ordinary among nobles. It surprises the Crown Shield; these isles were occupied by slave traders not long ago. Alas. Lord Bern whirls around, arms spread to herd his family close. They whisper among themselves. Meanwhile, Drinian puts a hand on Luna's shoulder, leaning in,
» I hope ya didn't pull yer punches, lassie. « A distinct smile flickers over her features while the captain directs his grim look at the young lord.
» Sir Reepicheep would be proud, « Elrik doesn't even try to hide his grin.
As the new Gouverneur of the Lone Islands turns back around, his eyes are ablaze as he sets them on Lord Benchheim,
» You dare touch my daughter? In my own house?! « His usually calm voice is thunderous. He takes a few steps closer and the young lord shies back into the woman's arms.
» Pathetic, « Luna hears Elrik mumble.
» Is this true? « An older man steps through the crowd. Even though he looks benevolent – corpulent, with gentle dark eyes like a Teddy bear's – his voice is low and cold like ice. Luna watches as his gaze sweeps over her towards her former opponent. Lord Benchheim seems to shrink even more,
» No! Father, she attacked me like a harpy! « The man raises his brows so high; they would melt into his hairline – if it wasn't receding so strongly. Luna feels an arm graze against hers. Lowering her eyes, she sees Caspian has clenched his fists. Discreetly, she brushes the tips of her fingers over the back of his hand. Right now, they cannot do much, except watch the scene unfold.
The young Lord Benchheim points accusingly at the warrior,
» She almost broke my nose AND look at my arm. The churl must be punished! « Caspian is about to step forward but Lord Benchheim Senior booms,
» Watch your tongue, Junior! « Lord Bern nods, slowly regaining hold of his fury,
» You are talking about a lady, the Crown Shield of King Caspian. Our king. « Luna stiffens as the general attention returns to her. The lordling presses his lips together, finally showing a hint of remorse in his eyes. Luna doubts it - maybe he regrets attacking a warrior because he couldn't win, or someone close to the king. A huff draws her gaze to the supposed Lady Benchheim who mumbles under her breath,
» A fine king he is, allowing his mistress such a long leash. « Luna doesn't know if Drinian heard it too, but it is the captain who diffuses the situation. Stepping forward, he offers his crew as assistance to the guard. Lord Bern gives a nod of thanks, brushing a hand over his weary face,
» Yes. Guards, please escort Lord Benchheim Junior to the Gouverneur's Palace. He is to be confined to chambers there. Tomorrow's court hearing will decide further actions. «
