Riding across the river took several days, and it wasn't scorching hot so there was no way to enjoy it. At night they slept restlessly, Mist keeping her ears open for Callie's voice, and each time they awoke at the break of dawn, nothing was there.
Ben hardly had time to think about anything but the Princess' safety, then Mist started galloping, but stopped beacuse they surrouded. "Hope you know how to use a bow and arrow." the horse mumbled under its breath. Ben reached for the bow, but something stopped him. There was a horse drawn carriage pulling up beside the men, and out of it stepped the most beautiful woman he had ever saw. Callie. "Let me." Ben would've liked to say she walked towards them, but it was more like she was floating. When she got over to them, she wishpered something under her breath. "Sorry." He felt a shooting pain go up his thigh, he looked down to see a knife stuck in his leg, he looked at her, "P-P-Princess-" he groaned in pain, leaning over when she pulled the knife out. She turned around to her followers, "All has been wounded!" They were trailed to the camp.
When they got there, Callie demanded that he be brought to her quarters at once, and for them to be left alone.
"You-You stabbed me.." She looked at him, "And you will be fine, here." she let a drop fall from the bottle into his mouth. Ben looked down at his leg, the pain had stopped, it had healed. "Queen Lucy's healing cordial.." "Passed down for generations." "Why am i here?" Callie looked at him and smiled, "To help me escape."
"Prince Arrialm, Your princess is in her quarters." the man had a sour face on him, blonde hair, green eyes. "Good, with guards i expect!" "um, well no. She asked to be left alone. And we thought, because well, she's already lay down her allegance with us, then.." The Prince's face turned to him, "Was anyone else there?" "Just the prisoner sire, but he is no harm-" The prince ran into the tent where Callie was staying. It was empty. He turned around to face one of his men and ran his sword though his heart.
Galloping through the forest, they reached the stone table. Where narnian's guarded the outside. Aslan's deep voice could be heard, and soft padding footsteps on the ground, But he was no where to be seen. A centuar spotted the Princess and Benjamin, He blew his horn and all narnian's bowed as the Princess unmounted Mist, while Ben helped her down. Someone ran out of the tomb, "Arrabella!" "Princess!" Ben turned around to see a young woman, no older than fourteen hugging Callie, "I missed you, and how i feared you were hurt." Callie smiled softly, "I am not hurt, I had someone to protect me." Her eyes softly locked with Ben's, He smiled. Arrabella giggled, "Awww. come on, lets get inside."
That night, as they lay in a warm room, guards guarding the door, on a soft padded bed. Ben pulled Callie closer to him, letting his finger trace the curves of her body. Callie smiled and looked at him, she whispered something into his ear, "I would very much like it if you were to pleasure me.." she looked at him and he smiled, getting on top of her and entering her slowly, Callie bit her lip, running her hands through his hair, moaning sweetly into his ear. "moree.." Ben built up a gradual pace and made love to her. They fell asleep peacefully that night.