Hi everyone

this is my first fic on chronicles of Narnia (which I don't own) and I would love to hear you opinion and suggestions to make it better.

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That was it. The day was finally there. The journey of my life was going to beegin. In just a couple of hours I would leave my country in my first trip to Narnia, the land of wonders. My father, Lord Maucin, had been invited like so many others to Cair Paravel, to commemorate the tenth anniversary of the coronation of the kings and queens. The celebration was going to be huge: everyone invited would stay at the palace of the four thrones and every night there'd be a party based on different culture which would culminate, after two weeks, with the memorial of the White Witch defeat. My excitement was a little childish: you see I had voyaged before, seen dozens of countries, yet the idea of seeing a centaur, a minautor or even a dwarf was thrilling. Not to count the mermaids and the dryads. It was excursion to wonderland. It would take us a week to reach the bay of the marble castle, that of curse, by ship. We lived close to the solitary island in a small kingdom called Anur. My dad was an intimate of the king and that is how we got invited.

Just like every other morning my maids came in to help me dress, only today my silk dresses were packed and I was wearing a simple voyage dress and riding boots. I wasn't particularly fond of using such clothing, as I felt like a boy. Not that I have anything against boys but their fashion choices didn't match mine. But I put up with it because of the bobbling sensation inside of me, nothing could ruin this. Breakfast was short but abundant. It would be the last real meal we would have in a week. When you were at sea you ate nothing but dry cookies and other conserved stuff. Most people devoured fish when faced with long travels but the people of Anur believed that fish were sacred creatures, sent by the gods to protect the purity of the water.

Then the routine was shattered. Instead of going to meet my tutor, Miss Lagos, I got into the carriage that would take me and my parents to the ducks where the Twilight Catcher, the most beautiful ship in the entire nation waited for us. It was a great honor to think that the royal family itself would travel in our boat. My father was a great trade maker, which allowed our fortune to grow and thus afford such luxuries. In the deck, I met about a dozen girls around my age, the youngest being fifteen and the oldest being nineteen. I knew all their names and was good friends with a couple of them. At least I wouldn't get bored. Natalie joined me first, followed by Rica. I smiled. "Are you excited?" asked the first arriving.

"Of course, It's like a whole new world, full of magic!" I answered daydreaming about all that I would see. I had always been told I had an overactive imagination. I could picture myself riding unicorns, befriending the centaurs and winning their loyalty which, they say, has no equal, dancing with the fauns and swimming with the mermaids.

"You are thinking about that? All I can think about is meeting High King Peter, they say he's so handsome and gentle…" sighed Rica. She had always had a little addiction over boys and spent all her time talking about them. She was nice, though. Natalie and I laughed a little. Truth be told I wanted to meet him too. The legends about him were, well, legendary. His title, 'the magnificent' must've been given for a good reason. All girls in the world wanted to meet him. Actually, he was the most common topic for all the girls in the ship during the next week. Everyone had so many theories and some expected him to ask them to dance, some even said they would be his first dance. Me, I knew better. Who would pay attention to us? we were little people form a little country. No chance their dream would come true.

Even from afar the Narnian castle was breathtaking. It was an imposing combination of towers and small building connected by tall bridges all sparkling in the early morning sun. The glory of the castle came mostly from it white color and the marble statues that were used as pillars for the construction. To top it all the cliff that laid at its feat made it look like a crown in the land. Everything I had seen before paled. Coming to shore wasn't any less embellishing: the sand was whiter than any I seen before, the turquoise waters came in swift waves that didn't reach the quartz of the rocks. A welcome party was waiting for us, and by only seeing it I knew the trip had been worth it: a centaur, a faun and two talking animals! It was all I ever dreamed it would be.

"My Lords of Anur, it is with deepest pride and greatest pleasure that we welcome you to Narnia in behalf of our sovereigns. If you will, we'll lead you to the palace so you can rest from your journey and prepare yourself for the evening festivities." Announced the centaur with a silky voice that had me wrapped around his fingers in an instant. This was all too good to be happening. Climbing the cliff wasn't easy, there was a path maid but it was still pretty stiff and the velvet dress I had worn all ay wasn't the best option for this terrain. But after an hour they made it. The palace was even greater up close. The walls were decorated with intricate carvings that represented everything from the creation of Narnia to what we had lived recently.

At the door awaited us a committee of wonderful beasts of all kind and amid it all three humans. The kings and queens. But one was missing. Odd…. The oldest must've had between twenty and twenty-five years; he had golden blond hair that shone with the rays of the sun. His blue eyes were a perfect shade between the color of the summer and the winter sky. King Peter. Next to him was a woman in her early twenties that was too beautiful to even describe. Queen Susan. Finally, a girl about my age with the same features as her brother was talking to a beaver. Queen Lucy. The traitor was missing. The salutations were made but all the while I felt the High King's gaze upon me. He was smirking and all I could do was blush. I really hoped he did that with other girls too. Luckily another congregation arrived, stealing the attention from us. We were accompanied to our rooms to wash up. And I did just that during the whole evening. I wanted to be perfect at the party. I ended up wearing my favorite gala dress: a red and golden attire worn with a tight corset and a purple underdress.

The party started great. I was with my friends, flirting from afar with some young lords. It was all winking and smiling but it was still a lot of fun. No one was dancing yet but they had already asked us for their first dance. I liked their boldness. It spiced things up a little. I usually got really bored at these events, well until the dancing began. I always loved dancing, it was an action that brought such joy and freedom. Honestly, all the talking and seducing got old quickly. Then the monarchs entered. The Just king was still missing. This was starting to look suspicious….

"Hello everyone, we want to thank you for traveling from the entire world to accompany us in the tenth anniversary of our reign. Sadly, our brother Edmund, the Just King, is indisposed at the time and won't be able to join us. But we shall not let that affect the fun we've planned. Please enjoy the party. We will now introduce the dance floor." Announced queen Susan. It wasn't fair: even her voice was too beautiful to be true. But at least she had explained the Dark King's absence, even though not showing up in the welcome of your gest was extremely rude. He must've been really sick. I was ready to watch a show, for Narnian dances were known for their intricacies. What I didn't expect was the High King coming towards me and asking me to join him. I froze and so did everyone else. I wasn't important. No one there knew my name. I wasn't worth of dancing with a king. I accepted after a minute and was literally swept of my feet as he guided through the complexity of a traditional dance. I felt light and good. Maybe having his attention wasn't that bad. After that everything came swiftly: we talked all night and even flirted a little. I sounded like all the other girls but I might've been falling for the Golden King. When everyone started to leave he offered to escort me to my room but I refused. I wanted some time alone to think about the evening and reevaluate the situation.

I was completely lost. Wondering down the halls of such a huge palace without company hadn't been my greatest idea. Worst thing was that there was no one around to help me find my way. I just wanted to see a familiar place. Maybe seeing the content of the rooms would help me locate myself. Slowly, I opened the doors to find an old looking library, a room full of mirrors reflecting the piano in the middle and an expensive looking solar. Seems like I was too close to the most intimate places in the castle. I opened the fourth door and had my breath stolen.

In front of me laid a beautiful terrace decorated with cineraria maritimas, dark pansies and oleanders; a beautiful mixture of grey, white and darkness. In the middle of the veranda was a black table with two chairs. It was like a dream come true. I always had a thing for neutral colors and here I was, surrounded by colors that bled into one another while contrasting like opposites. The snowy marble that surrounded everything had turned to a shadowy shade that contrasted with the silver glow of the moon. Indeed, the night star was bathing the world with a ghost-like light that had me terrified and intrigued. Lucky, the crispiness was shattered by small lanterns, shining every meter or two in the balcony borders. This area was a treasure left by Aslan. I was laying on the railing before I knew it, watching from afar the light playing with the sea and the merpeople. I forgot how to breath and my jaw fell. I was in paradise.

"You know, this is a private room." said a voice behind, making me jump in the air. It took me a moment to compose myself before I could turn around and face the stranger. He was tall and slender but by no means scrawny, with dark hair and matching eyes. The shadows played games with the angles of his faces making his cheekbones come out in a mysterious way. His complexion was pale, almost sickly so, with barely any freckle to ruin it.

"I'm sorry. I lost my way and I ended up here." I explained blushing. I hadn't even been in the castle for a day and I had already screwed up. Go me.

"Yeah, well get out." the voice of the stranger sent chills down my spine. How could a tone be so cold and emotionless, so lifeless? He had uttered an order but it was with such a calm it could be an advice. Maybe it was. An advice to not trust him. To run. Which I did.