The Guardians of Narnia: Daughter of the Peace

Chapter 9 - The Second Mistake of a Past King

Chapter 9 – The Second Mistake of a Past King

 Here you go my lovelies!! I am so glad I got to finish writing this chapter. It was bugging me that it was half written and just sitting on my laptop screaming at me to finish writing it. It's like playing piano and playing a song that doesn't have the resolution chord at the end. Lol. 

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WIthout further ado....Enjoy Chapter 9 of the Gaurdians of Narnia: The Daughter of Peace.

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 “Dris, are you alright?” Caspian’s voice startles her out of her reverie. Having had a bath, she had been getting dressed when he came and stood in the doorway of the room she slept in. He looked worried.

“Yea. Would you mind tying this for me?” She asked after reassuring him of her well being. He walked over to her and took the ties of the corset from her hands. He made quick work of the strings, tying them to the point where they were tight but with enough room for her to breathe properly.

“I saw what happened.” He tells her. She turns around, facing him. He was standing dangerously close and her nose nearly touched his chin as she stood there. Gazing up at him she sees a look of concern in his eyes.

“All of it?” she inquires. He nods in reply. She sighs before explaining what had happened. “He's such an idiot. He has it in his head that I return his feelings, all because I kissed him before he left last time while I was drunk. Not one of my proudest moments.” She says scratching the back of her head in slight embarrassment. She steps away from him and makes herself busy, cleaning up the mess her room had turned into before she had taken a bath.

“Do you return his feelings?”

“No! He was like a brother to me. Now he’s not even that. He is different from when I met him.” she tells him throwing the dirty clothes on her bed roll, too lazy to fold them or do anything productive with them.

“What is the curse he mentioned?” He asks curiously. She stops moving and another heavy sigh escapes her lips. She hated not being able to tell him things. ‘Can I tell him? Please?’ She pleads in her head hoping that Aslan would hear her. Another moment passes and when the lion doesn’t reply she turns to face Caspian once again.

“I really hate to do this to you Caspian but there are something that will have to wait. Do not take offense to it at all. Aslan prefers that I keep that a secret. They know because he told them, but I'm afraid you will have to wait until he tells me it is alright.” She explains to him. The disappointed look on his face had more of affect on her than she thought it would but he quickly fixes it to a look of contentment.

“I think I can manage that.” He smiles and she gives him a warm smile in return, glad he understood that she wanted to tell him.

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The next day was the day that they had planned the siege on the castle. Drisana spent the entire day searching for her weapons within the How. It had been a while and she couldn’t remember where she had put them. Eventually she located them in the one room she hated going into. It was where Aslan had initiated all of the Guardians. It was the room where it all began. The small room brought back too many memories to count and not all of them were good. This room was also where she usually revived with her sister by her side. She went in grabbed her things and left as quickly as possible to get ready for the upcoming battle. Her armor still fit as it always had and her twin blades felt perfectly balanced and familiar in her grips. Over the years the thick leather of the grips had formed to her hands and it was like taking the hand of someone she trusted. The last time she had used these blades was the day the Telmarines invaded.