I look out my window, the snow blizzarding down, creating little puddles as they land on the window and drip down to the stone sill below. The glass pane is cold to the touch, reminding me just how cold Narnia gets during winter. "Your highness? It's Maria. May I come in?" The voice outside my door shakes me out of my trance, and, though I do not move from the window, I answer. "Of course." I hear the carved slab of wood creak open, and soft footsteps follow before a quiet bang comes after that, letting my know the door is closed. "Lucy? Your brothers and sister have requested your appearance in the war room." This makes me turn around with a confused look on my face, my nightgown flowing as I spin to face my maid. "Why? What do they need of me?" The young girl fidgets with a fraying string on her apron, and she won't meet my eyes. She looks out the window behind me, and her eyes are slightly larger than usual. "I'm- I'm not sure. They just requested you meet them there at once. And to make sure that you had on some male and a weapon."

"Maria, what aren't you telling me?" I raise my eyebrow at the brunette, walking towards her. "I promised I would say no more." She backs away slightly, bumping the high-back chair I have at my desk. This makes me laugh slightly, and I stop moving. "Oh, dear, you shouldn't be so wary! I'm not upset, merely curious. My family never asks for me in the war room. Come to think of it, my family don't tend to ask me for much of anything, unless it's to go away." Maria relaxes, and straightens herself up. "I understand. And you know I would tell you if I could, but I promised Peter I wouldn't. If it were Edmund or Susan, I might, but since we are not so lucky..." She pauses, trying to grasp the right words. "I understand. Peter always did find things out. Even when we were younger." I finish her sentence, and she nods, her eyes looking at mine with a glint of sadness. "Would you like help getting ready?" I open my mouth, prepared to turn her down, but I realize that if my brothers really did need me then there was an emergency, and I took far too long to get ready on my own. "Alright." She gives a small, relieved smile and walks to my wardrobe, and I sit on my four poster bed, waiting. "How will this do?" I turn my head, and smile at what Maria has picked out. The dress is a dark red or maroon, and it reaches past my feet with gold trim that brushed the dark wooden floorboards. The sleeves stop at my wrists, and a vest of light chain male rest on top, covering my neck and stopping at my waist. Maria helps me slip out of my night gown, and soon I am enveloped in the soft material. As I strap on my belt with my dagger, I notice my cordial pouch seems empty, but I don't have time to worry about it. I allow Maria to fix my hair and when I look in my mirror, I smile at the auburn brain that is falling over my shoulders. "I really should be going." I say, turning to my friend. She nods, placing my crown on my head, and opens my door for me. "Oh, don't forget your cape, M'lady."