I had gotten out of the bath and gotten back into my dress when I felt a sharp pull. Something wasn't quite right. It wasn't the baby, I knew that much. I couldn't help but feel the familiar pull that was my sharp instinct to protect Narnia.

"Peter, go check on Caspian." He furrowed his brows but took my word for it.

"Stupid boy." He murmured. He took Edmund and the kind little dwarf and rushed into the sacred room. I felt the pull once more and followed the men to the room where they were battling two demons, and the sinister dwarf that Trumpkin had been companions with. Just as the evil dwarf disarmed his old friend, I took his sward out of his hand, and pressed my own weapon to his throat.

"I should slit your neck, dwarf, for I am the Protectress of Narnia. I have all the right to do so if you have harmed one of my soldiers." I hissed. But the small man twisted my arm and I cringed in pain as he threw me against a rock. I cradled my abdomen so no harm would befall my child. I was about to get up when Trumpkin stabbed him. Edmund had killed the bear-like creature, and Peter had slain the vulture. Caspian was about to offer his blood to the White Witch. But Peter pushed him out of the way.

"Get away from him!"

"Peter, dear. I've missed you." She opened her arms for him. "Come. Just one drop." She tempted. "You know you can't do this alone." I was slightly astonished to see my husband about to break down. But Edmund rushed forward and stabbed the icy witch. And the hypnotic trance she had on Peter shattered, along with her.

"I know. You had it sorted." Was all Edmund said to Peter.

Peter was staring at the carving of Aslan, deep in thought. I had my head resting on his shoulder, exhausted from all the events that had occurred today. I was battling heavy eyelids when Lucy came and sat next to us.

"You're lucky, you know." Peter told his youngest sister.

"What do you mean?"

"To have seen him." He was thinking about what to say next. I could read his expressions well. "I just wish he could give me some sort of proof."

"Maybe we're the ones who need to prove ourselves to him." Lucy told him wisely. Then Edmund came in.

"Pete, you'd better come quickly." We followed Edmund to an opening here Caspian was standing, looking out on the horizon. The Telmarines were invading. They were marching in quickly. My hand instinctively reached for my stomach. I could faintly feel a slight bump, and almost smiled at the thought of a growing child. But I feared for its safety. This child had warriors for parents. And although I had to fight for my people, I also had to fight for this child to live. Peter grasped my hand, and I squeezed it. He gripped it back for reassurance. This was different than any battle we would ever face. This wasn't against Narnians who were under the reign of the White Witch.

No, these were sons of Adam as well.


"Pegs and kettledrums. That's your next big plan?" We were in the sacred room, planning our attack on the Telmarines. If they wanted a war, we'd give them a war. Although, some of us were doubting our abilities to fight. "Sending a little girl into the darkest parts of the forest alone?"

"It's our only chance." Peter tried to reason.

"And she won't be alone." Susan stated.

"Haven't enough of us died already?" The little dwarf was worried about Lucy. If we weren't in the middle of a war, I would think the gesture was sweet. But we didn't have time for thinking like that.

"Nickebrick was my friend too." The animal said. "But he lost hope. Queen Lucy hasn't, and neither have I."

"All right. For Aslan." The mouse toasted.

"For Aslan." A bear seconded the motion. I had to smile at that.

"Then I'm going with you." Trumpkin told Lucy.

"No, we need you here." She responded.

"We have to hold them off until Lucy and Susan get back." I explained.

"If I may." Caspian piped up. We turned to hear what he had to say. "Miraz may be a tyrant, and a murderer, but as king, he is subject to the traditions and expectations of his people." He looked around. "There is one in particular that may buy us some time." Where was he going with this?

They had decided to send me over to the camp. Apparently the men's hearts are softened when they see that women are affected by war. I rolled my eyes at their sly sexist ways, but I went as my duty to Narnia. I was the Protectress, and I would do anything in my power to do my job. I was sent with a scroll and two guardians to protect me. I hoped my feminine ways would sway the evil king to do hear my plea, as I was of the softer sex.

"I, Peter, by the gift of Aslan, by election and by conquest, high king of Narnia, Lord of Cair Paraval, and emperor of the Lone Islands. In order to prevent the abominable events effusions of blood do hereby challenge Miraz to the single combat upon the field of battle. The fight shall be to the death. The reward shall be total surrender." My heart sank at his words. I had to clench my jaw to keep my lip from trembling. I didn't want to think of my husband sacrificing himself for the good of Narnia.

"Tell me, girl…"

"Protectress." I interrupted. He looked astonished.

"Pardon me?"

"It's Protectress Elizabeth, actually." I decided to use my blunt attitude with him. Hopefully he wouldn't see my fears through my façade. "Just Protectress, though. I may be married to High king Peter, but I'm not a queen. Protectress is my title." The men looked bewildered. "I know, it's confusing."

"Why would you risk such a proposal when our armies could wipe you out by nightfall?" I looked around.

"Haven't you already underestimated our numbers?" I asked. "I mean, only a week ago Narnians were extinct." I elaborated.

"And so you will be again." Mirez told me.

"Well, then you should have little to fear." Mirez laughed outright.

"This is not a question of bravery."

"So you're bravely refusing to fight a swordsman half your age?" I may not like what Peter was doing, but he had a reason behind it. And I would support him like any good wife should. My words made Mirez pause.

"I didn't say I refused."

"You shall have our support, your Majesty." One of his men offered. "Whatever your decision."

"Sire, our military alone provides the perfect excuse to avoid…" He was interrupted when the king stood up, withdrawing his sword.

"I am not avoiding anything." He told him haughtily.

"I was merely pointing out that my lord is well within his rights to refuse."

"His Majesty would never refuse." Another man said. "He relishes the chance to show the people the courage of their new king." There was a pause where the king was thinking about his answer. I didn't want Peter to fight this man. This king had probably seen many battles, and would not fight fair. But I kept my mouth shut, just fondling the fabric around my stomach. The king eyed me once more.

"You. You should hope your husband's sword his sharper than his pen." And I had my answer to my fears.


I've been getting reviews about Ellie taking Edmund's place throughout the story. But I actually have an excuse as to why she was the messenger. See, she's the Protectress, right? Sending a message for the good of Narnia is something that she's supposed to do. Her abilities will also come in handy later during the battle, just a small spoiler.

I'm very sorry for not having updated in such a long time. I think I'm going to try to finish this before continuing my Glee project (haha, see what I did there?). I've also decided that I'm going to continue with Voyage of the Dawn Treader. I know it might be weird to include Ellie without Peter, but it might be more interesting; it will be my first try at something unromantic (yeah, there's definitely NOTHING going on between Ellie and Caspian. Weird). Anyway, review, please!