Haunting - Edmund Pevensie

Part 25

A/N: okay, another long update but what do you expect by now? Kgkfkkf im sorry, school is beginning to get stressful again. Therefore, this chapter is pretty rushed, so apologies. Have a good day :)))

A loud clanging of chains snatched Sasha out of her broken sleep. She sat up slowly, her body stiff and sore from sleeping on the concrete floor. It took her a few moments to realise where she was.

"Get up!" The familiar voice snapped at Sasha as she groggily looked up at the Telmarine guard. Her eyebrows creased in distaste at the sight of the guard.

She didn't know how long she had slept, she didn't even know if she had slept through to the next day. The lack of sources of light made it impossible to tell if it was night or daytime. Chains clanged together followed by the creaking of the iron cell bars swinging open.

"Get off!" Sasha struggled as the Telmarine aggressively hoisted her up off the ground by the scruff of her shirt.

"The Braxton's want to see you."

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The Braxton's throne room was... different. It was nothing like the Pevensie's, theirs was bright and grand. They had historical paintings hung up all throughout the room, huge windows that effectively showed the view of the beach outside of Cair Paravel. Big stone pillars were planted in the room, leading to the dais, where the four thrones sat. Everything was just beautiful and elegantly constructed.

Whereas this one, that couldn't be more dull. The grey stone walls darkened the room considerably, the lack of window gave it this eerie and uncomfortable atmosphere. The walls weren't decorated with fascinating paintings, but large tapestries were hung. Many thrones were laid out in a square, surrounding the main throne that sat on top of the dais.

Sasha was flung to the bottom of the dais, the concrete ground most likely bruising her knees. She grimaced in pain as she looked up, expecting to see The Lord on the throne. Her eyes widened slightly as she seen Annabella in the throne instead, her family standing behind her. Annabella had this annoying smirk on her face, as if she loved to see Sasha this vulnerable.

"Aren't you causing a problem." She tutted. "Did you know you have poor little Edmund worried sick?" she pouted, "he was willing to give up all of Narnia to get you back, willing to go to war." Her fake pout no replaced with a bored expression.

Sasha stayed silent, mainly because she didn't know how to reply to something like that. "Of course Peter will never allow him to give up Narnia but the kings and queens are famous for starting wars." Annabella suddenly leaned forward, making Sasha flinch a bit, this earned a sadistic grin to grow on Annabella's mouth.

"Let me tell you my prediction," she said as she lazily leaned back on the throne, crossing her leg over her knee. "Edmund will insist on a way of getting you back, most likely a night rade, he loves them. We are going to let them think they are winning, they'll kill a few guards, maybe even let them have a small battle to give them a challenge on the way. You are not going to say anything, and you are going to let Edmund rescue you and just as he is about to leave, that's where I step in."

Finally, Sasha found her voice. "Wh-What are you going to...to do?" Her voice was a cracking mess.

A smirk played on her lips. "Where's the fun in telling you that?" Her face suddenly hardened. "Now, you are going to do exactly what I just said, as it may have escaped your notice that we also gave Arkin. So, if you deceive me, I'll kill that wood right in front of your eyes. I maybe even make you kill him, understand?"

Sasha was dazed. She didn't even know if arkin was here. All of Sasha's energy had been drained, she didn't even have the strength to oppose against Annabelle. Although, Sasha knew that wasn't such a good idea. So, pathetically, Sasha modded to Annabella.

"Good. Now, take her away from me I'm sick of seeing her face."

That's when the guard dragged her up again. Sasha didn't fight this time, she'd practically given up.