"𝐈 𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐰,
𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭."
━━ 𝐍𝐎𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐏𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐘 • In which Telmarines and Narnians finally live amongst each other in peace. Except for...
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• C H A P T E R • F I V E • THE TREASURE ROOM
SNEAKING HAD SOMEHOW ALWAYS come natural to Lora. The way her feet landed softly on the floor, how she managed to go unnoticed hiding in shadows, they were traits she'd picked up as a little girl.
A game of hide and seek was more dangerous than her father had anticipated, for when she was hidden, there was no way to find her again. Moving from hidingspot to hidingspot, her movements gone unnoticed, their games went on for hours. Until her father actually became worried. Then a quick mention of their boat and she'd come running. There was nothing as important to little Lora as their family boat. How she loved when it rocked softly on the water, and how she could just dip her fingertips into the cold blue.
But that was long ago.
Her ability to turn almost invisible came in handy plenty of times. With a trait like that, she couldn't not become a thief. Hunter seemed to agree. A involuntary shudder ran through her body. Hunter was the only person she'd never been able to hide from.
She knew he was nowhere near, it was physically impossible with that many guards and Narnians around, but still it felt as if his eyes were everywhere. She felt them imprinted on her back, urging her to continue with his—their—plan.
So far she had not messed up more, which was a victory in itself, but she hadn't gotten much further either.
She behaved, she could sometimes even joke around with some of them, but still, no one had told her about the reason for all these counsil meetings yet. And that was important knowledge, Lora had gathered, because with plans she could tinker, with trust not so much.
She'd learned that the hard way. After their late night promenade—Lora hated the too posh sounding word—Caspian had started acting friendlier. She tried to be friendly too, which felt easy some times, and very hard the next. He trusted her enough with small talk, snippets of his life, a joke here and there, but never with the plan.
She needed to know that plan.
What was so important about the pirates? Why were they so keen on knowing everything about the uncharted oceans? If she knew, she could use that to her advantage. Who was to stop her from lying about her knowledge of those seas? They would surely need her then.
Perhaps the origin of these counsils were the way to his downfall. And if they were not, than she could always use her so called interest in them to gain his trust.
Starting now, Lora moved through the shadows unseen. The only sign of her presence was the faint trail of steam rising from the plate of food in her hands. She had picked the lock of her personal prison cell long ago, yet only recently had they permitted her to journey from the tower to the kitchen for a warm meal each night. Given that Lora had outwitted the kitchenmaid on numerous occasions, this arrangement was preferable for everyone.
