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...
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GOOD THINGS COME TO good people. That's another thing Hope believed; that Aslan might have a plan for everyone, but he typically favors good people, people who do commendable deeds without anticipating anything in return. She didn't know much, but she believed that, at the very least, she was a good person. Then again, considering recent events, maybe she was no better than a ferocious dragon.
Silence became her, but the dread that shadowed her was unmistakably loud. She thought her reaction was reasonable, especially considering she'd just barely survived the wrath of a few hundred — yes, hundred — fairies. She never would've considered miniature humans with rosy cheeks, dainty wings, and shrill roars to be so ghastly, but when it came down to it, she was half-convinced she was going to die back there. But... perhaps dying at the hand of fairies would be better than her inevitable date with a guillotine.
"Hope."
The last hour and a half rippled through her mind in a constant cycle: finding the fairies, meeting Queen Titania, the lying, the soul-binding spell, the Fairy Queen's sudden change of heart, the near-death experience. It was too much for her to process all at once, but she did it anyway. Or, she was trying to. For the sake of not going insane.
"We have to talk about what happened."
Her legs were jelly and her feet throbbed, but she paced back and forth anyway as she had for the past 15 minutes. It was all she could do. Despite her exhaustion, she couldn't sit still. Back and forth, back and forth, she paced, stuck in a cycle, like her memories of tonight. Perhaps it'd profit her in comprehending everything faster — if she moved with the cycle in a cycle of her own. Or, maybe this was just her body trying to compensate for all of the anxiety in her being. Either way, Hope, still fueled with adrenaline, just couldn't sit still.
"Would you stop pacing for a minute?" Edmund begged, his voice as dry as his tone. He rubbed his cheek, which didn't do much to help all of the dirt and diminutive scratches on his face. He pondered how bad he looked. Compared to Hope, he reckoned he must look like hell, too. "You're making me dizzy just watching you."
His deep brown eyes were tired, but concern lied deep within them. His gaze followed the pacing handmaid, like a pendulum, as he sat in the soft grass, knees bent and spine curved. They were camped out near the Dancing Lawn, with Phillip, who was exhausted from his long journey, sleeping not too far away from them.
Ignoring his plea, Hope queried, "Are we actually married? What if Queen Titania was just taking the piss? I mean, you said fairies are famous for their mischief!"
