The World Between Worlds.
Arianna.
What happens now?" she asked him in a small voice, almost afraid of the answer. She looked at her hand, that was not really there. Buried in the plush mane of her mother's enemy.
"That is up to you, my child," Aslan said, his voice kind as always.
An Empress without an Empire.
She would have been made her aunt's heir. She would have ruled Charn had Jadis not used the Word and destroyed it.
Piece by piece of the puzzle that was her life fell into place.
Why she had been 'saved' from Charn's destruction.
For as the witch had been saved from her own spell, as had Arianna been for the same blood ran in her veins.
And though another had brought her to Narnia, Jadis had known who she was.
She had known what she was.
Arianna of Charn, the Ice Queen of the North, the Enchantress, let the tears that were not really there fall.
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