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 am aware that I am surrounded by people who feel that they could do the job better, strong people with powerful characters, but for better or worse, the crown has landed on my head." — Queen Elizabeth II, The Crown
Narnia, 2557.
Olivia was alone.
And she hated it.
Guilt was already something horrible. And then, there was the grief as she missed everyone. And all of that when she was alone. It seemed like the most difficult part of her life, and she didn't have a shoulder to cry on. She didn't have someone to throw the rope down the pit she was stuck in, someone to try and help her out.
She prayed and prayed to return to Narnia for years. And now that she was back, Olivia was terribly miserable. She wanted to claw her chest out, to cry until she ran dry. She wondered if she could die again, like she did before.
Olivia had a choice: Her regular life or her people. She chose the people. And, god, she was regretful. Awful, selfish feeling, yes. But the little voice in the back of her head would not shut up, saying she had made the wrong choice. Her people were in no danger.
It had been two years of this vicious cycle of eternal depression. An unending war. She wondered how long it had been to Edmund, if for him had passed days, months, years.
Issues and issues and problems and more problems, all stuck in a burning pile, Olivia watching as it all caught in flames.
Getting used to the castle and the crown wasn't the difficult part; the difficult part was doing it all without Edmund. Waking up, falling asleep. She cried quietly at night, staring out the window at the pretty Narnian sky.
Another morning waking up alone, Olivia did her routine. Justine the faun helped her prepare her bath, and she was porcelain clean. Today's dress was dark green over white, long-sleeved and a loose corset under the silk. Justine did her hair in two Dutch braids, placing little white lilies in the strands.
She carefully placed the crown on herself and walked out of her room, heading for the breakfast table. Tirian and Jewel were already there, awaiting her and eating their fair share of grapes.
It was a slow process. But it was nice to have something to distract her head, all the meetings and duels and training. She was home once more.
Narnia was in a fresh season of Spring. The trees were blooming, it was hot, but not too hot, and the spring festivities were beginning (they had become a tradition ever since the white witch was defeated). It was a lovely time of the year, which Olivia had always liked. It made Narnia seem so heavenly.
Lately, her head had been more occupied than ever. Rumours in Narnia were that Aslan was going to return, and his spokesman (whose identity remained a mystery) kept announcing it around the country and to even a few Calormenes and Archelanders in the borders.
