Wunderkind

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Chapter 4: Brides to be . . . maybe?

Agnes POV

The ship of Archnland docked outside of Cair Paravel. Its sails were yellow with a red cross fleuree on the it. It is impossible not to catch sight of the ship let alone the rich vibrant color. The Pevensies, Henry, and I stood at the docks to greet the ambassador and the women who accompany him for this occasion. All month Cair Paravel have been preparing for this. Gossip going about on who the ladies were and the possibilities of Peter falling in love. Susan specifically took pleasure in arranging this, especially to have more girls around out age and who are human.

The plank lowered follow by the trumpets in a musical rhythm. All stood with anticipation as the ambassador and three women came walking down. Two of these women were around the proper age for Peter, though one seemed to be Edmunds age. A thought whistled into mind of the possible back up plan to make this alliance work. As they walk along the dock and came forward. I mentally groaned in seeing the one person I can't tolerate: The Countess Clarice.

She is the most stereotypical maiden that you can think about in a fairy tale. All she thinks about is being a lady, dancing, needle point, and weddings. Still surprise she hasn't been married off as of now. She beautiful I'll admit with fair skin, blonde hair, and blue eyes. But her character is not what it seems.

The next young maidens were the sister, Larraine and Meredith. In Archenland they were kind and generous and down write curious of things. I've spent several tea-parties and ceremonies with them; Larraine who is eighteen enjoys reading and gardening while her younger sister Meredith who is fourteen enjoys falconry. Both girls look identical with black hair and fair skin, what separate them is the oldest have blue eyes while the youngest brown.

The came over and made a curtsey in front of the royal family. The ambassador cleared his throat. "You majesty, may I introduce you to the Countess Clarice and Lady Larraine and her sister Meredith."

"Welcome to Narnia," Peter said. "I hope you ladies enjoy your stay here."

"Thank you, your majesty," Clarice said. "Tis an honor to meet your grace. May I say that the rumors are true in how handsome you are and prince Edmund, and the beauty of Princess Susan and Lucy."

"Queen," Lucy corrected.

"Excuse me?" Clarice said.

"Susan and I are Queens." Lucy explained.

"And it's King Edmund as well. Peter is the High King." Edmund said.

Clarice looked at them confused which Peter sighed, "It's complicated."

The three girls nodded before Susan suggested we should return to the castle and let them rest. Peter being a gentlemen offer an arm to Clarice who gladly accepted. I felt something inside of me stir in a negative way scowling. Edmund offer an arm to Larraine who kingly took it and Henry being a little rascal lend Meredith his arm. Meredith chuckled as she took his arm and follow the way up. Susan, Lucy, and I walked behind them.

Deep down inside I wish this isn't happening. Yet I can't intervene and let time go by. Susan looked at me with concern. "Are you alright?"

"Perfectly fine," I manage to say.

"Are you sure?" she asked. "You seem red."

"I might consider resting for a bit." I breathed. "So I may be absent for the feast."

Susan nodded as she patted my shoulder, "Go get some rest. Shall I have someone check on you?"

"Tis not necessary," I said. "But thank you."

Lucy looked at me with some worry before following her siblings. I took the opposite route to the east wing. When I reached my chambers I took off my shoes then lay in bed staring at the ceiling. These new emotions this past year alone bothered me deeply. What are these feelings with Peter? We have been friends for four years, comrades on the battlefield, and such. There are rare occasion does the friendship boundaries waver, for example last month Peter giving a quick peck on the cheek. Was there a significance or a simple gestured?

There were other times he would spend time with me as well. Just us without our siblings going horseback riding, reading in the library, or wondering around the gardens. When it is just us it feels like there nothing to worry about. We can be ourselves, laugh, and most importantly relax in a soothing environment.

Do I like Peter so much I have feelings for him?

I created a mental list thinking about why I like Peter and let me tell you it was growing larger. Also it had nothing to do with looks, powers, or tittle. A groan erupted from my lips covering my face. What am I going to do?

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Henry's POV

Bore, bore, bored. I thought tapping my fingers along the table as everyone ate. There is a feast going on and all I hear in conversation is people getting to know each other. It's slightly disturbing in how Clarice continue her pursuit on Peter meanwhile he tried to be friendly. Edmund talked with Meredith as Larraine talked with Susan. Lucy seemed to be bored as well.

"Bored?" I asked her.

"Yeah," she mumbled.

"Wanna go play?" I offered.

She nodded as we excused ourselves and left the feast. Once we were in the gardens we manage to relax, if not breathe from all the mushy stuff going out there. It is a fine spring day, so it shouldn't be held inside. We climbed a tree, which had a view of the ocean.

"So . . . what do you think of Clarice, Larraine, and Meredith?" I asked her.

"I don't know," Lucy said. "I had hopes that somebody else to marry Peter."

"Who?"

"Agnes," Lucy admitted.

"Yuck," I gawked.

"What, you don't like the idea?" Lucy asked.

"She's my sister," I complained.

"And Peters my brother," Lucy said. "And I'm not morbid about it."

I humph slouching on the branches, "First you, next suitors, now Peter asking questions-"

"What was that?" Lucy asked kneeling down from the tree facing me close to my face. How close she was, felt so weird. "Peter asked you about Agnes. I knew it!"

"Lucy, Susan says not to meddle in this." I reminded her.

"Come on, Henry, wouldn't you want our siblings happy with somebody they know or some stranger?"

"Luce," I groaned, gently pushing away so there is some personal space. "Can we not talk about it?"

"But Henry, we have to do it or at least help me?" She pleaded.

"Should we see if Agnes likes Peter first?" I said.

"Right," she agreed jumping off the trees.

I jumped down from a six feet drop then ran after Lucy. What is it with girls and romance? We ran to the East wing nonstop till entering Agnes room. Lucy jumped on a bed startling Agnes. I sat on the bed with a nervous smile. My older sister stared at us confused.

"Need something?" she asked.

"Do you like Peter?" Lucy asked.

Agnes face instantly turns red. "Wh-what?"

"Do you like Peter?" Lucy repeated. "You too been awfully close."

"Lucy," Agnes tried to speak but could not. "I do, but Peter doesn't see me more than a friend."

"Why?" I asked.

Agnes didn't answer, "Because….You know what, I think fate should decide."

Lucy was going to say something but Agnes started tickling her to change the subject. Immediately I joined in the tickle fight, soon we were all tickling each other follow by a pillow fight. No more talk about girly romance, let's have some fun.

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Not my best chapter. I was in a zone and suddenly all inspiration for this chapter vanished. I might consider doing all Agnes POV and pop in Henry's POV now and then. Next chapter will be better I promise. Also you guys can leave a review to give out tips and idea. Some help is great.

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