The Cold and the Just | E. Pevensie

I

"Y/N! Wake up!" Hisses a male voice.  It's tone is urgent and forced. I opened my eyes and see my older brother, Caspian, standing over my bed, his eyes wide in fear.

"Caspian..." I grumble, "What is wrong? The hour is late and-" I stop when I hear a sound.

A baby's cry.

"Oh, no." I breathed deeply. "She's given-"

"Yes, now hurry!" Caspian orders, pulling me out of my bed.  Immediately I push away my covers and straighten my nightgown (picture), quickly slipping on my shoes. 

We rush to my bedroom door, trying our best to stay quiet.  Caspian grasps the handle but I stop him before he can open the door. "Sh!" I shushed, hearing the guards rushing down the hall.  We were too slow.

"Quick, get into the wardrobe!"I whispered, pushing him towards my closet. Ironic, I thought.  The Kings and Queens of Old found Narnia all because of a wardrobe.

Caspian climbs into the wardrobe and shuffled between my many dresses.  I start to shut the doors.

"Wait, Y/N!" Caspian pleads, "What about you?"

"This is my room, brother.  If I hide as well, they'll find us both." I told him with a small smile. "Just make sure my sacrifice isn't in vain.  Escape, and don't worry about me.  I'll be fine." I assured as I shut the door quietly.  Caspian tried to say something else, but I had cut him off by shutting him in my closet. 

I rushed towards me bed, only to realize I was a second too late.  My bedroom door opened and six guards rushed in, weapons in hand.  Along side them was my uncle, 'King' Miraz. "Going somewhere, Princess?" He smirked, looking at my shoes.

I kept my head held high and didn't say anything. Miraz sneers at my silence. "Take her to the dungeons.  She has obviously committed treason against the kingdom in helping her brother escape."

Two guards surged forward and roughly grabbed my by my upper arms, then proceeded to drag me off, quite roughly, to the dungeons.

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The guards threw me into the dirty, smelly cell violently.  I landed on the hard stone floor with a thud, pain shooting up my side.  I let out a very unladylike yelp as I collided onto the floor. 

The guards snickered and slammed the cell door shut, making sure to lock it. 

I heaved myself up and rushed to the door, clinging to the iron bars. "You can't do this!" I shouted angrily, shaking the bars. "I'm still the Princess! I order you to-" I stop when I hear small chuckles in the cell next to mine.

Turning my head towards the laugh, my eyes rest upon a small man, shorter than I.  He had long blonde hair and an equally long blonde beard. His face held scratches and bruises, showing he has recently been beaten. He gives me a weak smile. "I can assure you, they're not going to let you out, uh, Princess?"

I sighed and shuffled over to the barred wall separating us. "Yes, I am the Princess. And who might you be?  Are you a...dwarf?"

His smile grows bigger. "Yes, your Majesty, I am a dwarf. The name is Trumpkin. What's your name, then? And, may I ask, why are you in here?" He looked around the dirty dark dungeon, awaiting my answer.

"My name is Y/N, and I'm in here because..." I hesitated , not knowing whether to tell him I had helped Caspian escape. I shrugged, thinking, what harm could it do? After all, I was proud of my actions. "I helped my brother, Prince Caspian, escape.  That's why I'm here."

Trumpkin looked at me, his expression showing he was very confused. I chuckled and rolled my eyes as I started to explain to him...well, let me break it down for you;

My uncle, Miraz, is downright evil scum.  His wife just gave birth to a baby- in order for that child to get the throne, both Caspian and I must die. So, Miraz now has me held captive until my sad execution, but hopefully, Caspian has escaped.

After I tell Trumpkin my little tale, all he does is nod.

"Why are you here, then?" I prodded, a little annoyed he hadn't had a reaction.
With a small grin, Trumpkin answers, "I was born."

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Sometime during the night, I managed to fall asleep on the oh so comfortable (sarcasm) cell floor.  I was awakened by a harsh kick on my side that was already sore. I let out a long, painful howl, holding onto my side as if my grip could numb the pain.

"Time for a chat, Princess." The guard over me pulled me up and chained my hands together.  He led me up the dungeon stairs, Trumpkin and another guard following. 

Trump and I were led through the castle into the throne room.  My horrid uncle scared at me, his eyes full of evil.

I'm not exaggerating.

"Ah, hello, Princess Y/N!  Pleasure to see you again, my dear." He says with fake enthusiasm. 

I didn't answer, instead simply glaring at him. 

He cocked his head and clicked his tongue. "Hm, giving your uncle the silent treatment, aye?" He paused before continuing and pointed a finger at me. "The Princess has committed treason by aiding her brother, the Prince, in escape.  Therefore, with a heavy heart," My uncle sneered with sarcasm, "The punishment given is death.  Anyone disagree?"

The court was silent and I almost gasped.  Many of these men were very close to my father, and yet here they are allowing me to die.  Morons.

"Very well then." Miraz grins and continued. "Bring out the next prisoner."

A moment passed before Trumpkin was brought into the Throne Room.
Every official in the room gasped simultaneously.  Miraz smiled and made a sweeping love my with his hand. "Behold.  A Narnian!"

"Narnians went extinct decades ago!" An advisor shouts.

I mentally scoffed, how could these men be so arrogant? I was never surprised by the idea that Narnians were still out there.

"Ah, no!" Miraz shouted. "They were in hiding, crawling under rocks like roaches!  This disgusting creature and his brood have helped Caspian escape!  Therefore he has committed treason, and shall be executed along with the Princess.  Anyone think that is a bad idea?"

Again, silence.

I look towards Trumpkin and give him an apologetic look.  He returned the expression as we are dragged out of the Throne room.