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"So, why am I doing audiences today?"
Cheyenne and Trent turn to Tamryn who was following behind them to throne room.
"Because three of us are to do audiences today," Trent says.
"Yeah, but Samuel was supposed to do audiences with you two today."
"Samuel had to go find something in the library. He told you that."
"I know, but I was supposed to go to be down at the beach with Rinion."
"You can go down to the beach with Rinion after audiences," Cheyenne says.
"But, he knew I had these plans. Why did he not ask Alan?"
"Alan had plans for the day."
"So, Samuel found it fit to ruin my plans, but not Alan's."
"Yes, Tamryn. You really can go down to the beach afterwards," Cheyenne says. "Alan's plans couldn't be delayed."
"Fine."
Cheyenne lets out a breath of relief that Tamryn had dropped the subject. Samuel had needed to find Tamryn a present and practically went ballistic at having to do audiences. He then tried to get Alan to take over, but Alan refused which caused them to come up a on the spot strategy to keep Tamryn away from both of them. Herself and Trent were stuck with Tamryn so that she would not bug Alan at all while he was putting together her present as the last parts he needed had arrived yesterday. This also kept her from Samuel who had apparently figured out a birthday present.
It had been two days since their discussion of possible war with Korin's loyal Narnians and ten more murders had been added the previous day.
"I hope the amount of murders have gone down."
"That would be nice."
They walk into the throne room and sit down. Tamryn huffs slightly and taps her foot.
Samuel was walking along the beach in search of shells. He looks around the shore and soon finds a few colorful shells. He stops seeing a shell glint in the sunlight; he picks up the pink shell.
(I don't even know if she'll the present. Maybe since it's Narnian shells and not Earth shells, she'll enjoy it better. Then again, Tamryn tends to like anything except when I ask her take over my audiences.)
He slowly walks back to the castle and heads for his chambers.
"Your Majesty?"
He jumps and almost drops the shells in his arms. He turns and sees Lintez.
"Hello, Lintez."
"Do you need help?"
"No, I am just fine carrying the shells. If you could open my door for me when reach my chamber though."
"Of course."
The faun falls instep with the youngest king.
"Why were you collecting shells, Your Majesty?"
"It is for Tamryn's birthday."
"You are giving shells to the High Queen?"
"Well, yes. But, I still have to arrange them."
Lintez nods and opens the chamber door for Samuel. Samuel thanks him and sits the shells down on his living room table. He moves over the framed box of sand and takes the glass part off.
(I have no idea what design to do. Maybe Alan will help me.)
Alan sat carefully fitting the glass in between the wooden structure of the sphere. He had gotten help from a few dryads on which wood would be best to use for the glass. The woods was also bendable so that helped. He snaps up hearing a knock on the study door.
(That can't be Tamryn; I purposely made sure she wouldn't interrupt me finishing her present. That only leaves Samuel.)
"Come in, Samuel."
The door pushes open.
"How'd you know it was me?"
"Because everyone else in the castle was told not to disturb me until two o'clock."
"Oh. Is that Tamryn's present?"
"Yes. What do you want, Samuel?"
"I need your help."
"Don't tell me it's about Tamryn's present again."
"Alan, I just need an idea of what to arrange the shells into."
"You can figure it out. You got this far without my help."
"But, what if she doesn't like it?"
"She'll like what ever you arrange them into."
"I'm not good at giving presents."
"I can tell."
Samuel rubs the back of his head.
"Are you sure she'd like it?"
"Samuel, what do you think?"
"I think she'll appreciate it. I'm not sure about her liking it."
"Then create an arrangement she will appreciate."
Trent, Cheyenne, and Tamryn walk out the throne room.
"I will go tell Alan that there were three more murders," Trent says walking away from the two Queens.
"See, Tamryn you have plenty of time to go to the beach now."
Cheyenne learned to regret her words as just minutes after the girls separated a thunderstorm began.
Tamryn sighs feeling aggravated as she stares out the window of her bedroom chamber.
"We can go down to the beach another day."
"But we were to go today. And since Samuel and Alan decided I had to take over because their plans were more important; I am now stuck inside. It does not help that Cheyenne never eased the idea that I could go after the audiences."
"Cheyenne was making a plausible statement. She did not know that it would begin to storm."
"I know she did; I just feel disappointed that our plans for the day ruined."
Rinion smiles at her, "If you wish to go so badly; please go and get a hooded cape and we can go out in the rain."
"But, that would be unfair to you. I do not want your fur to get soaked because of me."
"I will find one a worker to take you to the beach."
"Thank you, Rinion."
"You are welcome."
Tamryn walked down the shore listening to the waves and rain mix together thinking about all times she walked along the shore during rain back in Australia. She notices the young Telmarine man staying a respectful space behind her.
"You can join me. If you would like."
"I am alright, your Majesty."
"Alright."
Tamryn stops near the shore and watches the waves.
"What is your name?"
The boy looks at the Queen and shifts on his feet.
"Elian, your Highness."
"It is nice to meet you, Elian."
"You as well, my Queen."
Elian walks Tamryn back to the castle before heading back to the lower part of Cair Paravel where he worked on sketches for the rowboats that the carpenters built.
"Elian, there you are. How was your trip?"
"I simply watched to make sure nothing happened to High Queen Tamryn on her walk. I would not call that a trip."
"Alright. Get back to work then."
Elian picks up his sketch papers and pencil. He takes a look at the boat structure he had been sketching and starts working on it again.
Cheyenne sighed walking around looking for something to do.
(It sure is boring around here when it is raining.) She thinks.
She walks into the public sitting room and sees Alan and Samuel trying to play chess.
"Hi, Alan. Hi, Samuel."
"Hi, Cheyenne."
Samuel waves at her. She goes over to the shelf and picks up a book and settles down on the couch to read.
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