𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐃 | ❝Hope is good, Hope will never disgrace, but make no mistake, Hope will hit you in the face!❞
In which the Just King becomes betrothed to a princess from a neighboring kingdom, only to fall in love with the prin...
WALKING IN THE WIND xii. A HIDING PLACE FOR THE GENTLE
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HOPE DIDN'T ENJOY BRAGGING, but something about befriending three of Narnia's High Kings and Queens inflated her tiny, tiny ego.
She relished in the approval of her superiors, and no, before you ask, it didn't have anything to do with her admittedly low confidence. It had everything to do with her low confidence. Hey, your self-esteem would plummet if your king was an asshole with a particular hatred for the working-class, too! Of course, she wasn't saying her king was an asshole (not out loud). For legal reasons, Hope thought King David was a delight.
Hope was glad she hardly spent time with King David. He was the only person in the universe she couldn't get along with — all for reasons she couldn't control! Luckily, Hope was always with Princess Odette, who was always with King Edmund, who was usually with his siblings nowadays.
Befriending the Pevensies benefitted Hope immensely, and while she didn't know where she stood with Susan, she was relieved knowing the other three liked her. As a friend, obviously.
A few days passed since Hope was first haunted by her inappropriate thoughts about the Just King, and in those few days, she corrected herself like that all the time. She fought with herself to remember that Edmund was her friend and also her superior. Although her romantic thoughts about him were solely theoretical, they whirled through her mind all the time.
And before you ask, yes, there's a difference between thinking about having romantic feelings for someone and actually having said feelings, thank you very much!
Hope couldn't stop thinking about Edmund, and it frightened her. She knew she didn't have those kinds of feelings for him, so why was she still thinking about it? Well, she was pretty sure she didn't have any romantic feelings for Edmund Pevensie...
But then she'd see how he interacted with Odette. She'd watch them hold hands as they walked through the gardens, how they kissed every morning, and how they embraced each other before going to sleep every night. It made Hope feel strange. Why? Why him? What were these feelings? Hope feared them.
Edmund was all she could think about these days, and while she was used to keeping certain thoughts to herself, that didn't mean she enjoyed it. She worried she was going mad.
At least she had her best friend. Hope would rather drop dead than unload these thoughts on Odette, but at the very least, she was a wonderful distraction. Odette's ability to talk and talk and talk was a blessing in disguise.
