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"What?" Elizabeth exclaimed to Aslan. "I cannot possibly be the one the prophecy is talking about! Certainly I am not fit to rule. Why I'm only fourteen-years-old!"
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Chapter Thrity Five
A Familiar Sight
After putting her nightgown on, Elizabeth got into bed and pulled the covers up to her waist while she sat wide awake in thought up against her pillows. Edmund was already in bed reading. The book must have been good because he didn't even pay any attention to Elizabeth, but to be fair she wasn't paying attention to him either.
She had just finished putting their son, Caspian, to bed. He was now eight-years-old but no less egotistical. In fact, it seemed the older he was getting, the more self-centered he was becoming. His snide remarks were reaching the point that Elizabeth was becoming extremely concerned. She wondered if the fact that he was born a Prince and knew that he was of essence that it all went to his head.
When Edmund looked over at Elizabeth and noticed that she was biting her lip and picking at her fingers all while staring blankly outside the dark windows he knew something was wrong. She tended to act like this when she was lost in thought about something that was eating her up. He first figured this out when she was pregnant with Caspian and that was when she told him what Aslan had told her a few years earlier. Since she was repeating her actions he begins to worry.
"Are you alright Liz?" He asked her as he closed his book on his lap but she didn't answer him since she was still zoned out in her thoughts. "Elizabeth," Edmund said a little sternly causing Elizabeth to blink a few times coming back to reality and turning to the green eyes staring at her with concern. "Is something wrong?" He asked softly.
At first, Elizabeth didn't want to say anything but then she signed in defeat as she rubbed her forehead and down the side of her face as she shook her head.
"It's Caspian," she answered plainly before placing her hands on her lap. "I just don't get it."
"What don't you get?" Edmund asked confused as he set his book on his nightstand, no longer concerned with it.
"The comments or the statements he says. I mean how does he even come up with things like that?" She asked with her face scrunched up before she let out another sigh and crossed her arms thinking again.
"Well, what did he say this time?" Edmund asked trying to understand.
"While you and Peter were out hunting this afternoon, I was with Lucy and Susan outside while Caspian played with some younger fauns. They were sword fighting with some sticks and one of the fauns I guess had never 'sword fought' before because he lost pretty badly. So when they kids we're picking teams afterward, Caspian was a captain for one of the teams and when he was picking players one of the fauns wanted the inexperienced faun on Caspian's team because they were good friends. Caspian then proceeded to look that faun in the face, in front of everyone I might add, and say 'you'll find that some are certainly better than others and you don't want to go making friends with that sort.'" Elizabeth said with a scowl. "I mean honestly, the audacity that child has sometimes. I don't understand who even taught him to act like that."
