Authour's Note: Hola Readers! Right well, this is the start of my Narnia Fanfiction. It is set during the time of Prince Caspian, and there may be some film quotes, but mainly, most of it, I have made up in my vision of the story. Hope you enjoy it.
Let me know what you think :)
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Un Nuevo Heredero
A New Heir
Occassion alegre no está antes de nosotros, como hace un destino serio
(A joyous occassion lays before us, as does a serious fate)
The sky was black. The only light source was a few stars which adained the sky, giving off just enough light for the him to collect his thoughts.
Lord Miraz gazed out the window, his fingers impatiently tapping on the windowsill. The distant screams of his wife echoed through the castle, however Miraz dismissed them by putting them to the back of his mind as he waited in anticipation. The moment he had been waiting for was approaching fast; and it would make him or break him. It would determine whether tonight's dispatch would take place, or simply would diminish.
The screams of his wife soon died out. Miraz took a deep breath and continued to lean against the window, awaiting his news. He heard footsteps echoing in the distance, which then suddenly came to an abrupt halt a few feet behind him. Again, he took another deep breath, inhaling deeply through his nostrils. He did not even have to turn around, for he knew who it was.
"And…" Miraz asked gruffly. "Your wife…" answered General Glozelle, "she has given birth to a son."
A malicious smile spread across Miraz' face and his tapping stopped. A sigh of relief escaped his mouth, for he now knew that everything would go as planned. The plan he had tried so desperately to put into place all those years ago, was finally becoming a reality. He was going to waste no time in performing his dispatch.
"We have been blessed." He said calmly as adrenaline began to run through his veins, filling him with satisfaction. He continued to gaze out of the window, making no eye contact with his General.
"You know your orders…General."
The General nodded. "Oh course." He began to walk away, when a thought crossed his mind, making him turn back towards Miraz.
"Not too question your authority my Lord, but what about the Princess? Will she not grow suspicious?" Glozelle asked hesistantly. Miraz turned to his General's attention.
"I will make no excuse that my daughter has a curious mind, Glozelle. But if we give her no reason to be suspicious, then we have nothing to fear, do we?" Miraz sounded aggressive as he said this, almost threatening. Glozelle swallowed nervously, avoiding contact with Miraz.
"However," Lord Miraz paused. "Should she, for any reason, feel obliged to question my authority any further, please see to it that she does not remove herself from outside these walls, even it that means isolating her. She is not to know a thing. Should she discover the outcome of tonight's events, I shall hold you personally responsible. Do I make myself clear General." Miraz put emphasis on "General" implying fear to Glozelle.
"Perfectly." The General nodded his head, and began to make his way towards the open door, when Miraz spoke again. "Alert Donnamaría before you alert the troops. That might bide us some time. Tell her that I request my daughter's presence at once. That means she will be out fo the way at least. And leave no room unturned. No room is off limits." Miraz turned his head back to window.
"As you wish my lord." The General walked briskly out the door, his breathing rather rushed.
He had never been happy playing along with such a deceitful plan. He had never wanted anything more than to alert the Prince and Princess, and tell them to leave. However, he knew that it would cost him his life, no matter how selfish that may seem. He had the up most and deepest respect for the Miraz' daughter and he hated the fact that she would awaken next morning unaware and naïve. He would be the one to lie to her. It seemed that he did not have a choice. Nevertheless, if she was a clever as the Professor had boasted, then he feared she would know the truth by the end of the week, and he would pay for the cost of her curiosity.
The sound of footsteps made Eilonwy awaken from her sleep. She jolted up from her bed, a small knife held in her hand. She tried to correct her vision by opening her eyes wider. She was facing a figure which was darkened by the blackness of her bed chamber. The figure brought a candle upto their face.
"Princess Eilonwy m'dear," the figure paused, inhaling deeply as though they had been in a running. "I am sorry to awaken you in such a state to imply panic. It was not my intention."
Donnamaría, Eilonwy's chambermaid bowed before Eilonwys bed. Eilonwy sighed a breath of relief as she placed her knife on her bedside table.
"Perdóneme Donnamaría," Eilonwy paused, composing herself. " I did not know it was you."
Donnamaría rushed over towards Elionwy, grabbing her wrist. "You must come now!"
Eilonwy looked confused. "What news do you bring at such hours Donnamaría?" Eilonwy asked kindly.
Donnamaría eyes lit up. "Your mother, has given birth."
Eilonwy's eyes widen, and she immediatly removed her bed covers, grabbing her gown of the nightstand.
"How long since?"
"But ten minutes ago." Donnamaría replied, helping Eilonwy to dress.
"And the sex?"
Eilonwy looked at Donnamaría, urging her to speak.
"Un niño. ¡Un niño hermoso!" Donnamaría exclaimed, and Eilonwy clinged to Donnamaría as they embraced. Eilonwy was so overcome with emotions that she could not think straight. She was a mixture of excitement and happiness, but she could not help but feel a sudden urge of jealousy.
Jealous of the new baby that had been brought into the world. Her brother. Her father had produced a male heir, which meant that he would take her place in line for the thrown. The same heir that would one day grow up and perhaps help to govern Narnia should her cousin not produce an heir. The same heir who she could one day bow down to as King of Narnia, like so many before him. He would be remembered in history as a great idol, and yet she would die a lone Princess,and nothing more.
Of course Caspian, her cousin would rule before him. He was next line for the Telmarine throne. Caspian was the true heir as he was King Caspian's son, but since the death of her Uncle, her father, Lord Miraz, had placed himself in charge, and Eilonwy feared his position. Feared what corruption he would bring, should he stay in charge. He had changed since Caspian's death, and she was not sure why. She wondered why he had not placed Caspian in charge. True, Caspian was young at only nineteen years old, but even still, he was considered of age; something she was not at the present time.
Eilonwy had no time to reflect as Donnamaría grabbed her wrist once again urging her to follow.
"We must go now. Your mother and father request your presence."
Eilonwy nodded, and smiled bleakly as she followed Donnamaría down the darkened corridors. She passed several of her father's guards who greeted her.
"¡Rápidamente!" Donnamaría called to Eilonwy, who was trailing not far behind her. When they approached the bed chamber belonging to The Lord and Lady, Donnamaría bowed to Eilonwy and bidded her good eve.
"Gracias." Eilonwy replied as Donnamaría departed.
Eilonwy was greeted by one of the guards, Alejandro.
"Eva bueno. ¿Ha alertado usted a mi padre que he llegado?" she questioned.
"Sí Princesa Eilonwy." He bowed as he opened the door leading to their bedchamber.
She bowed back, as sign of respect.
"Gracias Alejandro. Otra vez, Buenas noches."
She entered the bedchamber, where she saw her mother laid in bed; her face was flustered and worn out, but she was still smiling.
"Madre," Eilonwy bowed before her mother, and her mother in turn bowed her head. " How are you feeling?"
Eilonwy kissed her mother's head. She was sweaty and hot, which was not ususual as she had been in labour for many hours.
"Tired, my love." Her Mother replied. Eilonwy smiled at her mother, and she saw her new brother, a possible future king of Narnia. All of those jealous thoughts she once had, went out of her mind. She was so proud of her mother. Eilonwy had begged to stay to offer her mother support, but the nurses had urged her to go to bed.
"May I?" Eilonwy asked.
Her mother, Prunaprismia, nodded kindly as she held out her arms containing the tiny Prince. Eilonwy held out her own arms to retrieve the Prince. She did not realise how beautiful her brother was. His skin was darker than her own, but then again, all the men in her family had darker skin. She could not see his eyes, because they were tightly shut, obviously in a deep sleep, but she figured that they would be dark.She could not believe how small he looked in her arms.
Eilonwy was no longer an adolescent, she was becoming a woman now, and as she looked down at her new brother, she felt more maternal than she ever done in her life. At only seventeen years of age, she was no longer looked upon as a child, only in her father's eyes. To everybody else she had grown into a beautiful woman; it had certainly not gone unnoticed by the Lord's subjects who had watch her grow up within the castle walls.
"Madre, él es hermoso." Eilonwy exclaimed. "I am so proud of you." She handed the baby back to her mother. "Has anybody alerted Caspian about the news?" She questioned.
" No, not yet." Eilonwy's father, Lord Miraz stood in the doorway of the bedchamber with a proud smile on his face. His voice alarmed her, but she turned to his attention and smiled.
"¡Padre de Congradulations!" Eilonwy bowed before her father. Lord Miraz walked towards his daughter, and kissed her on the foreward gently.
"Thankyou, my child," Miraz walked over towards Prunaprismia, placed a kiss on her forehead, and then onto his son's.
"I presume you are happy?"
Eilonwy was struck by her father's question.
"Any child should be treated as blessing my Lord."
Miraz smiled and paced over towards the window, his hands placed behind his back.
"Father, should we not awaken Caspian. This afterall is a family affair." She questioned.
Miraz did not reply for long time, he simply inhaled and exhaled deeply.
"No, leave Caspian to his sleep."
Eilonwy could not help but press the him further.
"Maybe I should go and awaken him--" As she edged towards the door, Miraz grabbed her by the arm.
"I said, leave Caspian to his dreams, Eilonwy," his voice was raised slightly and his grip was tight on her arm. "Why do you insist on him being here?"
Eilonwy could think of only one reason.
" I know he would want to celebrate such as joyous occassion with us. To celebrate the birth of his new cousin-- "
She was cut short, and her attention was distracted away from her father as a group of Telmarine soliders walked briskly past the door, armed with bows and arrows.
Eilonwy's face aroused by what she saw, turned her attention back to her father. She tried to wriggle her arm away from Miraz' grip.
"Father—what is going on?" Eilonwy had a sense of fear in her voice.
Miraz' eyes widened, as he heard his daughter question his authourity. He saw the fear that had spread across her face. She was suspicious, he could tell.
All he could do was smile. Like he had said to Glozelle. She was not to know a thing.
"Mi hija, mi Princesa hermosa--" Miraz removed his hand from her arm, and raised it towards her face. Eilonwy flinched. Miraz stroked her his daughter's cheek.
"—you worry too much. I feel no need to awaken Caspian at such unearthly hours. He can celebrate with us in the morning with with rest of the Telmarines, as we welcome our new Prince, and allie of Narnia into the world."
Eilonwy could not help but sense an uncertainty in his voice.
"Let us drink," Miraz exclaimed, handing his daughter a wine goblet.
"To a new generation."
Eilonwy accepted the goblet, and as she sipped the wine, her mind wandered else where. Why would her father not awaken her cousin to celebrate with them now? This thought lingered in her mind for a few moments,but she let the thought slip, as she continued to celebrate with the her parents, oblivious to the events which had just occurred beyond her own knowledge.
Down the corridor, her cousin Caspian had awoken, and he was no longer a safe Prince.
