Lucy's Bodyguard or Bodyguard to Queen

by Samhoku

Lucy had an assassination attempt on her life. Edmund, the organizer of the spy ring, was unnerved by the minor mistake that almost led to his sister's death, so he decided to make sure it wouldn't happen again by hiring a bodyguard. A female bodyguard that would be good at every combat known in Narnia. Rated T for safety.

1. Chapter 1

Bodyguard to Queen

By Samhoku

Disclaimer: I do not own Narnia in any way, shape, or form. I only own my characters.

Comments: This is my first attempt at a Narnia story in a long time. Please allow my characters to grow as I write them and be slow to accuse of Mary Sue. Mary Sue is an accusation that is old and too often used in Narnia fandom. I am pretending that they stayed in Narnia during the Caspian movie.

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An Assassination attempt was made on Queen Lucy's life. The man didn't look like anything that they had ever seen and it made Edmund nervous. As he was the main person for running his own spy ring, he knew that this seemingly minor mistake almost caused his sister her life. In order for this not to happen again, Edmund had a plan. He would hire a bodyguard for his sister.

He couldn't be around 24/7 to protect her, Peter was always busy, Susan was twitter pated with Caspian, and the Narnian animals, despite how much they loved their queen, couldn't always be around to protect her.

Edmund went into one of the villages to search for a bodyguard. He went to the training rings and asked the trainers about a female that was trained in deadly combat. Edmund couldn't find a single women to fit the bill in the first five villages that he went to. He was on to the tenth when he came to a training ring with an old man sitting by it.

Edmund approached the man and said, "Are you Mr. Dania?" He sat by the old man, assuming this was the trainer.

"Yes. I heard you are looking for a female trained to deadly combat. Can you elaborate for me on what exactly you are looking for?" The old man met Edmund's eyes, these two had been friends for a while. The old man was part of the spy ring, but also Edmund's last resort for finding someone.

"Hand to hand combat, preferably. But it would also be good if she knew sword and arrows and daggers. Any kind of combat that can be of use when protecting my youngest sister." Edmund replied, resting his arms on his knees, leaning forward slightly, "Do you think you can help?"

"I think I know the person for you." Mr. Dania said as he got up slowly. He picked up his handmade wooden cane and hobbled towards the stable. Edmund knew better, this old guy was still very agile. The hobble and cane were mostly for show.

Edmund followed the old man and knew not to speak. He had visited right in the middle of training and knew that the stable is where the training was going on. They both walked silently and observed the training.

A girl, maybe a year younger then Edmund, was sitting up on a platform waiting without any weapons. Mr. Denia didn't believe in teaching with weapons, he had a couple students killed that way. The girl sat there with her eyes fixed below her.

A guy close to Peter's age came out silently without bothering to look up, he was on high alert and moving gracefully. Edmund watched this with sudden interest. The girl still hadn't moved an inch, making Edmund wonder if she was a statue.

She was wearing breeches and a tunic shirt and had her strawberry blonde hair pulled up and back into a bun to keep out of her eyes, which had the color hazel, and she was wiry. She dropped down off of the platform unto her opponents back and hooked her arm around his neck, catching him in a choker hold. She flipped over his back, releasing his neck, landing on her feet, then used the heel of her hand and smashed it into his nose.

The guy held in a scream of pain and touched his nose, backing up one step. He advanced on the girl and the battle continued in complete silence, with the occasional grunt from the guy as he was hit.

"Her name is Forest and she is my daughter."

Edmund glanced at Mr. Denia then back at the fight. Forest was now on the guy's back and had him pinned to the ground, she wasn't big, but she had one hand on the back of his head to keep it pressed in the dirt while her other hand pulled on his ear to cause pain, "Are we done?"

The quiet voice surprised Edmund and he looked over at the old man. Mr. Denia smiled, satisfied, "Yes. Mark, are you humbled?"

"Yes sir."

"Don't make sexist remarks anymore. Any women, if trained well, can be better then you."

"Yes sir."