wis·dom
/ˈwizdəm/
noun
the quality of having experience, knowledge, and good judgment; the quality of being wise.
Narnia had always been a free country, until she came along. Jadis was the devil in disguise, and she brought to the kingdom an eternal...
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"I suppose I'll have to add the force of gravity to my list of enemies." ― Lemony Snicket.
Narnia, 2315
The hallways of the Telmarine Castle were dark and sad. They were all the same, and Olivia would probably punch someone ( preferably Peter ) if she saw another black brick.
But they turned a corner and finally found the room. They hurried to the closed door, quietly unsheathing and positioning their weapons. Olivia moved her finger to her lips, telling them to be quiet. They all nodded at the same time.
She quietly opened the door, with Peter and Susan right behind her with their weapons in hand. But, the only thing they saw was a crib in the small room decorated in a golden light and silk.
Ultimately confused, the King and Queens of old lowered their weapons as they watched the infant coo and try to bite his own feet, lying down on his little crib.
"Where did that come from?" Peter questioned, his eyebrows furrowed.
"Mum never had that talk with you?"
Peter glared at his sister as Susan triumphally smirked, Olivia, trying to bite back her laughter, remembering she was supposed to look angry after the stunt Caspian pulled.
The High King groaned, and they hurried out of the room, moving only another hallway, only to find another even bigger door room, the same black bricks decorating it.
"What is it with Telmarines and gothic decoration?" She complained in a whisper, Susan agreeing with a tired nod.
High Queen Susan opened the big black door, revealing a crackling fireplace and a not-so-asleep couple in a bed. Caspian had his sword against his uncle's neck, a sinister smile on his face. Prunaprismia, Miraz's wife, was kneeling on the bed with a crossbow pointed at the boy's neck.
"I don't want to do this," Prunaprismia said, not noticing the King and Queens of old entering the room.
"We don't want you to either." Susan retorted, a furious flame in her eyes as her arrow pointed at Prunaprismia's forehead.
Olivia signed, grabbing her spear and holding it near Miraz. "You know, this used to be a private room." Miraz signed, placing his hands on his hips.
"Shut up," Olivia said, looking at him with disgust.
Peter carefully grabbed Olivia's arm, trying to get her away from Caspian since Prunaprismia had her crossbow aimed at him, and the High King would rather for her not to get shot. But he had no objection to letting that arrow hit the Telmarine Prince's shoulder or maybe his arm.
"What are you doing?! You're supposed to be at the gatehouse!" Peter asked, voicing Olivia's exact thoughts. If Prunaprismia didn't kill Caspian, she would.
