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Chapter 10

She looked closely at the flower on the table in the vase she had put in and placed it. The last color was presented as white: pure and humility (humble). Now it showed that Elizabeth was falling in love with King Edmund the Just-King of Narnia (one of the kings that is). She remembered hearing voices conversing over a flower with such enchantment: first the person picks its love interest, then once he or she accepts the rose, it will consume the emotions which the person feels toward that person with color. The rose was rare. It only grew once every 100 years. Was it frozen during the White Witch's reign? Possibly; most likely.

Elizabeth lost her thought when Tumnus appeared at the doorway far from where she was. "Oh, hello Mr. Tumnus. Is there something you wish to tell me?" She asked nicely.

"I wanted to know if King Edmund and yourself are attending the ball together?" She gave him a chair for him to sit, keeping him from becoming stiff.

"Sure, why not?" She giggled.

"But I mean him courting you, my lady." She froze and looked down at her feet and played with her dress.

"He hasn't asked me yet, he hasn't been here for a whole day or even stayed long enough to think about having a date. Himself, my father, and King Peter arrived back not too long ago."

"The ball is in two weeks, my lady," he said.

"He has plenty of time to make up his mind. It is in two weeks, like you said."

"It was a pleasure speaking with you, my lady." He rose from the chair and gave her a bow.

"And you Mr. Tumnus." Just as he left, Constantine showed up at her door. He knocked; she looked up to see his hair out of place. "Yes, Constantine? What do you want?" She walked to him and leaned against the arch of the doorway and crossed her arms. They were face to face; his hands were in the pockets of his tunic.

"I wanted to share my sympathy with what happened to you, in the past. I am truly sorry about that. No one should ever go through something that wrecking, especially for a young lady such as yourself; and having King Edmund caring for you the way he does. He's a nice gentlemen, actually. He fancies you for numerous reasons: you're intelligent, beautiful-inside and out; and you're a strong, willing person. Aslan would say the exact thing."

She was shocked at Constantine's sensitivity and openness. He was often an obnoxious, sarcastic fool, but luckily she had the chance to see another side of him. "I don't know what to say. I am bewildered at your words, but what you tell me and that you way you are acting now."

He looked at her with bright eyes that made fer feel more comfortable around him. "I don't want you to see me as a fool; a bully. That's all. But Edmund's lucky to have a lassie as yourself," he coughed. "A friend that is." He looked away. "I'd better go look for my brother. I shall talk with you later?"

She nodded and smiled. "Sure." They hugged each other; however, it was a nice, warm friendship feeling she was getting from him.

Peter and Annalissa had gone on a picnic later during the same day. They had decided to spend more time together. Since that everything was now in the past, they would bond more together when possible. They didn't know about each other that much to begin with. He has planned a spot on top a small hill where it had a nice spot with tall trees for shade and a small lake near by. There was a small cool breeze. It seemed to be a safe environment. After all, he was the High King; he could defend himself and others if there was to be danger. But that was not what he had in mind. He had pictured a nice picnic with his friend.

They had prepared eating and made their spot so that the two could relax and talk. She picked up a watermelon and bit into it. "You must be tired from fighting, huh?"

He nodded as he bit into an apple. "Edmund surprises me."

She looked up, "Oh? How?"

"He cares about Elizabeth so much. I mean, he killed the man in her name. Do you suspect he is in love with her?"

Annalissa shrugged, "Could be. But I thought I saw one of his servants kiss him." He looked up with serious and shocked eyes. She continued. "He didn't look like as if he enjoyed it at all. I saw him wipe his mouth with his sleeve." They laughed softly at her comment.

"Typical Ed; he use to think girls had germs. But he acts more civil and a gentlemen as I have ever seen him." She nodded, "Do you think it's just common courtesy?"

She shrugged, "She told me that he gave her a flower." He looked up at her.

"Really? That's very kind of him. He must have feeling for her a lot." She nodded. He was quiet for a moment and watched her as she ate. "Anna?"

"Hmm?"

"You have something on your face," he crawled to her and faced her. He grabbed the back of her head with one hand and the other at her waist. He tucked a little piece of her hair and placed it behind her ear and looked in her eyes.

"Was there anything on my face to begin with?"

"No," he simply said and brushed his lips against hers. He placed his hands to the side of her face. She didn't pull back, and she wasn't going to deny that she was enjoying it. Her hands stayed at the mid-center on his tunic as they continued to kiss. Later, it became more passionate when she grabbed him and pulled him to the ground with him on top of her.