The New Warrior (Book 1)

Chapter 18 Ruined Moment

The atmosphere in the Howe was.....determined? I can't really explain it. Everyone was so focused on Sharpening blades and making war plans that no one had actually sat me down and explained to me why we were battling the Telemarines anyway!

I understood that Caspian was a man named Miraz's nephew and that his father had died in his sleep, although Caspian expected foul play. Other than that I had no clue.

"Penny for your thoughts. "

I tore my eyes away from the beautiful view in front of me and looked up at Peter. "Why are we at war with the Telemarines?"

He sighed and sat down on the ledge of the grassy cliff at the top of the Howe beside me. "Because if the Narnians are extinct Glozell has a chance of being king and with Caspian gone, he definitely will be. " I nodded. "I'm sorry."

I looked at him for a moment. "For what?"

He smiled lightly at me and then looked down at his hands as he began to speak. "For you having to deal with all of this. "

I leaned my head on his shoulder and exhaled a deep breath I didn't realize I was holding. "It's okay. I'm happy to be here, maybe not in the middle of a war, but happy to be in Narnia. With you. " I leaned back up and saw him looking at me with a funny expression on his face. "What?" I laughed slightly, feeling self conscious.

My eyes widened to the point to where it hurt as he began to lean in. My breath hitched in my throat and I could no longer breath as his sometimes annoying and arrogant lips came in contact, gently, with my cheek. A warmth spread all over my face and down the side of my neck straight to my chest.

He leaned back, blushing slightly as well. "Sorry. Your just- and I've never even- I mean..... I"

But the moment was over before he got out what he was trying to say. "Guys, Caspians looking for you. Well Peter."

I gave Lucy an annoyed look that she didn't pick up on, but come one, who can stay mad at her. I almost felt bad looking at her innocent, happy eyes. Peter rose to his feet and helped me to mine, not letting go of my hand as we walked back inside the Howe.