AN ENCHANTER'S FORETELLING. [NARNIA]

CHAPTER SIXTY-FOUR | AMBUSH

CHAPTER SIXTY-FOUR
AMBUSH

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MARCH. NARNIAN-YEAR 1007.

The duration of Rose and Peter's would-be short-term expedition prolonged from a mere couple of weeks to nearly four months. To the point that the once stifling winter had ceased into the loveliest forthcoming springtime, as the freshness of the temperature washed over the lands along with its tides of flora. It was four months well-spent hopping between establishments to aid their crippling boredom and nourish their entertainment.

As though they were on some sort of victory tour to satisfy their win, Rose and Peter spent these past few months recuperating from the severity of their duties and titles. Taking in that moment of complete impropriety to fully address the blunt revelation that had taken place back at the cottage. For once, Rose felt comfortable enough to truly let loose and break free of the impending pressure contained in her very being.

As the tranquility of the moment became once more her own, Rose relished in the feeling of being able to breathe after having removed herself from the joy of the woodland celebrations. For it was during that particular moment in time that Cair Paravel's very own Lady and High King had decided to spend the young night encased within the many festivities of the forest entities. They danced and rejoiced in the feeling of being at ease, at home, in the very woods she once resided in, before she was straying away from the excitement of the frolicking crowds for some time alone.

Without a single moment to spare, she slipped out a creased piece of fine parchment out of the pockets of her skirts, swiftly folding it open. Upon the very front of the paper, the identifying penmanship she recognized as her lover's blinked back at her. It was his correspondence, the one they had begun when they alerted the castle of the prolongation of their expedition. Naturally, none of the remaining sovereigns back home could say a thing to stop them, for it was already in their plans to branch out of their initial route. Despite the fact that Rose yearned for the company of her love, the key to the remembrance of her past was at the tip of her fingers, and she would be a fool to refuse that handed opportunity to visit the sights of her past. Even Edmund Pevensie had to agree with her. He said so in one of his letters.

After they had deemed it safe, Rose began the correspondence expressing a great need to be with him again; to tell him everything had happened, all she had seen during the journey, everything she found out, her thoughts, but most importantly, she wanted to tell him all she felt for him. Regardless of the fact she had scrapped that last part in the final draft of her letter, she still felt it just the same. With the same intensity and vigor as before, if not more, for it was true. That months-long separation only inclined the desire to be with each other once more as the days went by. The same thing occurred when Peter foolishly set up the pointless policy to stay away from one another.