If you find any mistakes my apoogies on advance since this is my fan fiction. Also, I just type down without having a beta reader to help me. Lol.
The small cottage was bustling with women chatting aloud, excitement reeks the air; high pitch giggle would occasionally escape but Shania felt far from the celebratory mood. She stares at her own reflection in the mirror as one of the maid deftly worked with her bundle of thick mane, Shania winced when another tangled caused the girl to pull her hair roughly. Kara breezed in, laughing at one of the chamber's maid joke, she had a red gown in her arms and laid the material on a chair Kara had spotted Shania and ambled quickly towards her.
"Sophina here is lending you one of her gown." Kara pulled the buxom woman to her side and Shania tried not to gawk at her beauty.
"But I don't feel like going..." she trailed off when Kara waved her pudgy hand up in the air.
"You are going unlike me I'm old, I have a good reason but not you young ladies." Again the room was echoed with high pitched giggles.
"DONE!" the girl finally got her hair in a complicated braid after struggling and Shania felt headache forming but kept quiet. Everyone gathered around her, complimenting the hairstyle and was her name, Zeta? stood aside with a proud grin; Shania too had to agree with the rest.
Amongst her braid she had stuck flowers trailing down her hair until it reached to her waist, she turned around and thanked her with a sincere smile. Shania finally got up from the chair to dress up quickly if she planned to leave with them to the dreaded castle, she ignored the rest as they whispered about flirting with some soldiers that had taken their fancy and so forth.
As she slowly got undressed, Shania tried not to think of the dreams that had her awake all night. Limbs entangled together, heavy breathing and sweat slicked bodies moving in accord to a tuneless rhythm and Shania jerked awake, her breathing uneven; a throbbing between her legs. The image of Caspian on top of her had burned itself in her skull, Shania bit her lips to stopped herself from moaning when she felt the throbbing between her legs returning with vengance. Curse him. This was all his fault.
"Shania, are you done?" someone called out to her and she hurried along to tie the blasted strings at her back.
When she ventured out from the room Shania had to tugged at the red gown covering her breasts that was pushed up provocatively for everyone's view. This gown was made for seduction and the last thing Shania planned was to be chased by hordes of lusty men, the women stood there stunned and broke into wolf whistles. Once again she felt the dress slipping down and this time she almost ripped the end by tugging violently, why can't she just stay in her chamber? Kara had found her sulking and had to dragged Shania out of her room and now she found herself sneering down at her lady lumps.
The same brunette who braided her hair came forth to gripped both Shania's hand but paused, she had a frown between her brows when she felt the rough surface on her palm. Shania quickly slipped her hand away to hid them in the folds of her gown, she felt her cheeks flustered with embarrassment but the girl gently pulled Shania's hand to gaze down at the scars.
"You poor thing, why have not I noticed this scars before? I could have concocted some herbal balm for them to smooth your palms."
"Thank you, but its too late for them to heal. I will forever bear these marks as a reminder of my past life."
Kara stepped forward to difuse the tension by clapping her hands and grinning at each of them, "time for you all to go enjoy, remember what I told you?"
A chorus of replies was heard but Shania sighed with a heavy heart, would he notice her? after all they still had some unfinished business between them. Even then Shania yearned for him, had been since the first time she met him but... her eyelids prickled with tears and spoke without thinking.
"Would he even notice me? or find me beautiful?" her whispered words shocked the rest but not so much since they had their own suspiscions, her admission of how she felt had finally satisfied their curiosity.
Finally Kara was the first to cure out of her stupor and had a determined glint when an idea formed in her mind, "I think I have an idea."
Caspian sat at the long table with a brooding expression, he gazed amongst his people filling up the large hall ready for the celebration hosted by Aslan whom now sat beside him chatting with Reepicheep but Caspian was in no mood to join in their discussions about the news they had received by sun down. Other neighboring clans are pitching in to aid them which made Caspian indebted to their favors; inwardly he was glad because the more men in arms travelled with them the better.
Instead of worrying about the upcoming war his mind was somewhere else, earlier Caspian had gone on a relaxing stroll with Aslan, they had caught with one another and he was questioned by Aslan if he was coping well after Susan had left the Telmarin castle. At first Caspian had felt a slight twinge in his heart at the mention of her name, Aslan had heaved a heavy sighed wishing if the circumstances were different he would have granted their wishes but the lion never gave him a chance to reply as he quickly changed the subject to Shania. Even though in his heart he could never vanquished the love he felt for Susan, Caspian felt a slight hope sparking within him when Aslan spoke.
If she went away to where she lives, her life would be a miserable castrophe. As Caspian related Shania's ordeal to him Aslan kept silent the whole time but Caspian never pushed for his answer but duty had him back to the castle ending their short walk. As he gazed solemnly at the rest Caspian knew it was up to him which path he chose, a frustrated sigh erupted garnering Aslan's attention Caspian cleared his throat, of a sudden the current inside the stuffed hall changed drastically.
With a slow motion Caspian turned his dark head forward and felt the breathe in him leaving his lungs. Beautiful. A stunning vision dressed in white stood near the threshold a small crowd had surrounded her blocking his sight, his heart started to beat faster as he stood up from his chair ignoring his surroundings while he moved forward. His gaze never left the woman who was smiling warmly at everyone, Caspian gulped aloud.
"Your majesty," around him his people started to acknowledged his presence but this time he ignored them.
He halted a few feet away from Shania and stood there admiring her, she had her dark locks curling loosely around her and a single braid decorated with roses. Caspian felt the sudden urge to entangle his long fingers in her thick hair; he gaze lowers down to her white dress. Caspian moved slightly closer to her while his eyes never left her creamy shoulders, long billowing sleeves covered her little hands as the gown flared from beneath her breasts.
She must had sensed his presence because she turned slowly to finally look up at him, a blush stole on her cheeks that reminded him fresh pink roses and her mouth... a beautiful shade of deep red probably from biting her lips due to nervousness. Caspian let himself drown in a pair of light blue pools, never had he seen a beautiful lady until he met this fiesty girl, what would it be like to lay beside her; not worrying of their impending time together. Soon she must leave Narnia and never return, Caspian hated the idea and he made a promise to himself.
"You look beautiful," Caspian whispered to her and he smiled lopsided when another blush crept up her cheeks, she smiled back as her gaze skittered from his. "Would like to sit beside me?'
"Where?" judging by her tone, Shania was worried when she saw his finger pointing up at the dais. She let out a soft gasp as her wide eyes seized his warm ones. "B-but..."
Her words trailed off when he gripped her hands in his and pulled her beside him, Caspian lifted his chin slightly as they made their way to the dais. He saw Aslan staring at them measuring the couple but Caspian would not let reality interfere this night or any other nights that were left. Caspian pulled out the chair for her and followed suit when she sat, Shania waved her hand toward Aslan and Reepicheep the latter grinning widely at her.
The evening was spent with them having a feast and few times Caspian had the urge to feed her with his fingers but not wanting to confused or frightened her, all he allowed himself was lean closely toward her. He took the opportunity to breathed in her lavender scent wafting from her delicate neck and whispering softly in her ears, Caspian was delighted when he saw how she leaned slightly toward his mouth and a few times he purposely grazed his lips on the tips of her ear. Yes, the evening was finally looking up to him and Caspian once again got up to asked Shania for a dance.
"I.. I don't know how to dance," her expression was of surprise as she stared up at him.
His hand still outstretched towards her he spoke, "you will learn quickly, trust me I'm not a good dancer myself but I will cease this oportunity to be with you, Shania."
A soft expression had replaced over shocked, her eyes sparkled with humor and.. love. She had a wide grinned that rivaled Reepicheep's as the mouse stared at them with rapt attention. Many others took notice of the couple gliding their way down to the centre of the hall as the music started both Shania and Caspian forgot of their surroundings as their eyes were locked to one another's. Other couple came forth to join in the merry dance, laughters reached up to the rafters; food continuosly filled the empty plates as the celebration took it's course.
