𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇
⸻ Cordelia Winterbourne's ordinary life with her mother was shattered by the onset of war, prompting Cordelia's mother to make a gut-wrenching decision by sending her daughter away for a while to keep her safe.
However, fate had a di...
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"I assume you won't let things get that close again!" Miraz seethed at Glozelle, stepping back and disdainfully tossing his golden helmet at his feet.
Amid Glozelle's silence, Sera, who had been silent since the emergence of her alter ego, finally spoke up.
"Why? Are you too afraid that a young king, half your age, might triumph over you?" she taunted, prompting the Telmarine king to advance, fixing her with a piercing glare.
"Dare not speak to me in such a manner again," he warned, though Sera only returned his gaze, arching an eyebrow, causing Miraz to momentarily falter, forgetting the person he was addressing.
"And you would be wise not to draw near my face again, or else I shall dispatch you before that young king does," Sera whispered threateningly to the man before her, who turned silently, stepping away without a word.
On the other hand, Susan, flanked by her brothers and Caspian, spoke up as they observed the girl glaring at the Telmarine king, "I'm relieved she's alright, even if it's not truly her," she remarked, her gaze narrowing.
Peter gazed at his best friend for a moment before turning to his sister. "You'd better get up there. Just in case," he said, gesturing toward the top of Aslan's How. "I don't expect the Telmarines to keep their word."
Susan stepped forward, embracing her brother, who winced in pain as she cautioned him to be careful.
Edmund glanced at the silent Narnians, a wave of concern washing over them.
"Keep smiling," Ed conveyed to his brother through his eyes, still fixed on the worried Narnians.
As Susan departed from their side, Peter raised his sword into the air, forcefully maintaining a smile to reassure the Narnians. Edmund, following suit, struggled to muster a smile amidst the tension.
Gradually, the Narnians began to cheer, their spirits lifting amidst the tension.
Meanwhile, Sera gazed blankly at them, her expression inscrutable, while Miraz and the Lords conversed about Peter on the other side. Caspian assisted Peter in carefully removing his shield from his dislocated arms.
"What do you think happens back home if you die here?" Peter inquired of his brother, who joined him at his side.
Edmund stayed silent, prompting Peter to glance at him. "You've always been there, and I never truly..." His heartfelt message to Edmund was abruptly cut short by a groan when he promptly relocated his dislocated arms.
"Save it for later," Ed simply said, signaling he wasn't ready to hear his brother's words before departing from his side.
Peter rose to his feet, recognizing their brief moment of rest had concluded. Edmund returned Peter's sword and helmet, while Peter accepted the sword but declined the helmet, finding it uncomfortable during the duel.
