❛ IF IT TAKES FIGHTING A WAR FOR US TO MEET,
IT WILL HAVE BEEN WORTH IT. ❜
in which the world turns to the kings and queens of old,
but the kings and queens turn to a lonely knight.
𝘾𝙊𝙈𝙋𝙇𝙀𝙏𝙀𝘿
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REAL LIFE ❛ THE CAVALRY'S NOT COMING ❜
The four Pevensie siblings rode out of the golden gates of their home, Cair Paravel, and headed into the woods faster than they had ever previously imagined. Even Lucy, who rallied against the softest of winds beside Edmund, had found her hair flying uncontrolled backwards in reaction to the speed they travelled. Susan prepared an arrow at her waist, deliberating whether to shoot at Lune on sight or spare him the mercy of listening to his last words. Either way, the Gentle Queen was determined to put an end to the misery he had caused.
Edmund had found himself at the back of the group - a little further behind Lucy once they entered the woods. It wasn't that he didn't care, but, rather, the way he did. He trusted himself that he hadn't completely grown a heart of stone during the trio's absence and instead trusted the gut feeling way down in the depths of his stomach which chanted a sort of mantra in his head. 'She'll be fine. I swear to you, sir. She'll be fine and you'll have a good laugh about it after you have a cup of tea and a biscuit tonight.' Coincidentally, his stomach had been mixing messages all afternoon with his conscience for other reasons. Edmund hadn't eaten since dawn and became rather peckish as the day drew on and on. The worst part of it all was, due to all the commotion, he had not been able to get a bit to eat.
However, the sickly feeling in Peter's stomach was nothing to do with his lack of food consumption. In fact, he had found he had been worry himself sick multiple times in the last few hours that he honestly felt as if he were to present his lunch on the throne room floor. Pale skin hung around his facial features in a way that could never flatter his appearance in a millennium and he had grown so incredibly tired of his constant bagged eyes after the events that had surfaced over the recent couple of years he had begun to feel the temptation to claw them out and get it over and done with. He had to resist it, though; he couldn't imagine what his fiancée would say to him turning up at their wedding blind.
That was if he had a fiancée alive he could marry.
Meanwhile, in the depths of the woods mere minutes away from where the Pevensie siblings had entered them, Athena transformed her motives into finding that unsightly beast and striking him down before he could ever even lay a finger on her beloved. Her pacing was determined, the sort she hadn't seen her fashion anywhere but on the battlefield. "But perhaps," Athena pondered to herself, trying to mask her thoughts under a series of coded breaths and shielded expressions, "this is my battlefield. Maybe my life has led up to this moment. This is where I die - a heroic death, a meaningful death - on the battlefield."
Juno could see there was no love in Athena's eyes as she sought revenge after her brother's treacheries. The Princess couldn't blame her friend. After all that time, after seeing what she had seen, as she saw what Lune was capable of, she found herself supporting her. And she felt no remorse in betraying her brother at that single moment before the world could be seen crashing and burning around her. Juno lips raised. She smirked and followed her friend into the fire of vengeance.
