July 15th
I gave my blood, sweat and tears for this
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She worked hard to become Queen of Narnia, to become someone her people could look up to, who they could trust. To become someone who served her people well and treated them how they deserved to be treated.
For fifteen years she ruled alongside her siblings, giving her blood sweat and tears to rule the way she wanted to, the way she needed to.
Nothing mattered except serving Aslan.
So when she was sent away, when she was sent away twice, she just couldn't understand.
She felt alone, and she felt like a little kid again. What was she without Narnia?
All that work she had put in, and when she was sent away, in her eyes it felt like none of it had mattered, she couldn't go back, after everything, and she hated it.
She shut herself off from everyone, she made sure she was alone, because she hated when her siblings mentioned anything about Narnia, it hurt too much.
She felt so small, so worthless, so broken, and she dealt with it in a way that wasn't healthy, that wasn't good for her, or her siblings.
Everything just fell apart and her siblings didn't know what to say.
She had thought Narnia was something that no one could ever take away from her, she thought it would be with her forever, but she was wrong.
So it was better to forget.
Forget it all.
It wasn't real.
It hadn't happened.
That's right...
It hasn't happened.
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