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I have a tip for all writers; if you're writing a story based on a film, such as Narnia, listen to the soundtrack(s) as they really help me. Try it, and I guarantee you'll be able to come up with at least one idea.

I've started listening to 'Two Steps From Hell' and if you're a fan of the music you hear on film trailers (I am) go on YouTube, type in 'Two Steps From Hell Heart of Courage' and click on the link with the warrior girl in the picture. Listen to the music, and then watch one of the '...Voyage of The Dawn Treader' trailers. Notice anything? Yes, that's the music for the trailer. They've done a load of music for trailers, and I have some on my iPod. I fully recommend them as they give me so much inspiration for my stories.

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Enjoy...Alexandra the Dreamer

"Have you ever dated anyone?" I asked him.

"Dated?"

"Sorry, twenty-first century word, I mean...courted."

"All the ladies in the court are either like Lady Cecilia, or obsessing over my brother. Although, there is this one Lady..."

"Who?" I shot at him.

"Lady Jane and she is, I admit, very beautiful."

My eyes widened, as I thought about his words, worrying whether I was just courting Edmund for the sake of his people, so they would feel secure that the monarchs would carry on the bloodline.

"Really, and does she still live here?" I asked him in a strained tone.

To my utter surprise, Edmund began laughing heartily.

"I can't believe it," he chortled.

"What?" I asked him, leaning on my elbow to look at him, confusion written on my forehead.

"You're jealous."

I looked away from him, sitting up again. He sat up, once his laughing fit was over, and wrapped his arms around me.

"She got married anyway, she was a lot older than me and she has three children now," he explained.

"That was unfair," I pouted as he kissed my cheek, causing him to chuckle.

"It meant nothing; she was engaged when I met her."

Once he said that, I relaxed into his embrace.

"You had to tell me that didn't you?"

"You had to ask me that didn't you?" he replied.

I shrugged, looking at him over my shoulder.

"I want to know who I need to kill when I am good enough in sword fighting."

He burst out laughing so hard, he had tears gathering in his eyes.

"I being serious," I told him.

He laughed once more, before standing up, walking around me and sitting in front of me.

"Yes, but even I wouldn't be able to get away with murder, Alena, and I am the King of Narnia," he reminded me.

I huffed, crossing my arms over my chest and looking down.

"I suppose so."

"You're really cute when you're angry."

He cupped my face in his hand and brought it to his. He kissed me, setting my heart racing madly. I leant into him, causing him to lean on his back with me leaning over him. I wrapped one hand into his hair as he cupped my chin. We parted after a few minutes, and I lay against him, curled into his side.

"What month is it?" I asked him.

"I do believe it is June, why?"

"My birthday is in July."

"Wait until Susan hears about it; she'll have any reason to host a ball, even after another."

We both laughed at that, Susan does reasons to dance formally.

"Right then, I fancy a bath," I said, standing up.

He stood up and followed me as I began to walk back to the castle.

"What're you doing after your bath?" he asked me, striding beside me.

"Probably going to visit the library," I replied.

"I've got a meeting with Peter and Caspian, some King of an un-charted island wants us to grant him money, but we're not sure."

"I'll see you at dinner; it is private tonight, right?"

"No, we're in the Great Hall tonight, as Susan said, about eight times this morning."

"Just checking," I said over my shoulder, as I walked down the opposite corridor.

I made my way to my bedroom, where the maid, Amorea was sitting in front of the window, doing some embroidery on a pale silk scarf.

"Oh, my Lady," she stood up and curtseyed.

I waved my hand at her, cutting her off.

"Just call me Alena, I'm nothing special."

"Okay then my L-Alena," she quickly corrected herself. "Is there anything you need me to do?"

"I was wondering if you would be able to run me a bath," I asked her.

"That's no problem," she smiled at me, setting her scarf down and walking to the bathroom.

Amorea was a gentle girl, petite with almost no curves. She had waist length red hair, which was always held back with a cotton scarf. The scarf would always match her dress, one that changed every day. She wore simple cotton dresses with an apron, and she had the dresses in red and cream, blue and cream, green and cream and ochre and cream. Her eyes were almond shaped with clear grey irises, which always seemed to peer into your soul.

I'd never known anyone nicer than her, and I believed she was as nice as Lucy was. I had guessed she was about nineteen, just two years older than I was, but a year younger than Susan and three years younger than Peter. Lucy was three years younger than I was, but turning fifteen in a matter of weeks, and Edmund was a year older than me. If it was up to me, I'd try to get Peter to court her, as I've seen the looks he sends her when he thinks no one's looking, and I've seen her looks to him when she believes no one can see her. It so cute, but Peter will never admit it, sadly. I just hope it happens – I might have to get Lucy on it then.

Amorea had never told me of her past, but if I ever mentioned children, whether talking about the children in the court or village, she would go quiet and look away until I changed the topic.

In the bathroom, she filled up the tub and dipped her fingers into the water to make sure it wasn't too hot or too cold.

"There you are, my Lady, a hot bath for you. The towels and soap are on the side, I'll be back in half an hour to help you get ready," Amorea curtseyed to me, before leaving the room.

I realised that she had called me a Lady again, so I really needed to make her get the hang of calling me by my first name.

I shook my head and slipped my outfit off, leaving it partially folded over the chair, before stepping into the bath. Once I sat down, I pulled my hair out of its braid and sank further into the water. I picked up a bar of pale pink soap off the side and used it to scrub the dirt and sweat off my body. Holding it to my nose, I smelt the soap and smiled once I realised it had the fragrance of the Rose, my favourite flower.

I spent twenty minutes more in the tub, before stepping out. I scrubbed myself dry with the towel, just as Amorea walked in once more. This time, she was holding a deep purple dress.

"I'll let you change into the dress, and then, if you could, come into the bedroom where I will style your hair for you," she said, laying the dress over the screen.

She walked out of the room and shut the door behind her, allowing me to change in peace. I gently tugged the dress on and ran my fingers through my damp hair, trying to get rid of some of the knots in it.

Once I had finished, I walked into the main room, after putting a pair of purple flats on, and sat down in front of the vanity, where Amorea was waiting for me.

She started to style my hair, pulling the front strands back and weaving them in and out of a silver circlet. The circlet was a thick band of silver, only 2mm wide and about 1cm long, which then thinned as it reached the back of my head. It had raised swirls as patterns on it, and two semi-circles of silver that dipped down onto my forehead. In-between the semi-circles, a sapphire had been welded onto it to add to the beauty of it.

By the time Amorea was finished, my hair was almost bone dry.

"If you would look into the mirror, my Lady, and tell me if you like it," she said, gesturing to a full-size mirror on the bathroom door.

I took a few tentative steps towards it, and then smiled at the woman in the reflection. The deep purple dress had silver design on the velvet corset, silver trimmings at the sleeves and hem, a silver underskirt and a square neckline. The colours made the woman in the mirror have a 'roses and cream' complexion and her honey-blonde hair was in ringlets, with a simple circlet in the midst of them. All together, the woman in the mirror was a beauty, and I had a hard time realising it was I.

"Thank you, Amorea," I thanked the blushing girl.

"No worries, my Lady," she replied. "I do believe the majesties are waiting outside for you, to escort you to lunch."

I nodded and made my way to the bedroom doors. As I paused outside them, I heard people talking on the other side of them.

I opened the door and stepped out, into the hallway, followed by Amorea. She curtseyed to the Kings and Queens, before leaving and heading off down the corridors.

"You look wonderful Alena," Susan gushed, hugging me tightly.

I noticed she was wearing a deep green dress with golden stitching, sleeves and underskirt, and her crown sat in her hair. Lucy wore a pink gown, with golden stitching and underskirt, and her bronze crown sat on her straight hair. Peter wore a red tunic, with Aslan on the front, golden trousers, black boots and a red cape. His golden crown sat on his hair, making the blonde in his hair look almost gold as well. Caspian wore a grey tunic, black trousers and grey boots, along with a deep purple cape and stitching (he matched Susan; Lucy and I would tease her later) and his crown sat atop his brown hair, that had been combed. Finally, Edmund wore a dark blue tunic with silver trousers and black boots. He had a silver cape and a silver crown in his dark locks. To match, his outfit had silver stitching, and I noticed, as Susan and Lucy had ordered my dress for me, they wanted us to match as well.

"You look...absolutely beautiful," Edmund said, looking shocked.

"Right then, they'll be expecting us, so we should get going," Peter said.

Lucy and Peter linked arms, as did Susan and Caspian. Edmund held his arm out to me, so I gently placed my hand in the crook of his elbow.

We walked together to the Great Hall, where we waited outside for the doors to be opened.

"Announcing, High King Peter, King Caspian, Queen Susan, King Edmund, Queen Lucy and Lady Alena of Alcester," the Centaur announced, as the large doors opened. I hesitated slightly; something that Edmund did not miss.

He pulled me through the doors and down the stairs, keeping a firm grip on my hand.

"What's wrong?" he muttered, under his smile.

"Some of the ladies of the court don't seem to like me that much," I mumbled.

Edmund looked around and saw the group of five women who were glaring at me. They all turned to smiles and fluttering eyes when they saw Edmund watching them.

"If I cared about them, would I be courting you?" he asked me.

"No, but-"

"But what?"

I sighed, trying not to let it show on my face.

"I guess I'm just worried about them and the rest of Narnia as I'm a total stranger from another world."

"So are four of its Kings and Queens."

"Yes, but a mere weeks from my arrival, I began courting one of the Kings – they must think I've bewitched you or something."

"You have, with your amazing beauty and the way you are able to allow me to joke about with you," he smiled at me.

We had reached the table, where he pulled out my chair for me and held my hand, guiding me to my seat. He then pushed my chair in and sat down beside me, pressing a kiss to my cheek.

"They love you Alena, and if they don't, well I'll have to kill them," he joked.

"Edmund, I'm being serious," I complained, trying to hold my laughter in.

"And I'm glad to be courting you," he replied.

I couldn't keep a straight face, and a smile broke out on my face. I kissed the corner of his lips, before turning to look at the foods on the table.

I was famished; fainting did make you hungry, as well as training.

There was an array of spreads, different fruits and different types of bread, all washed down with apple wine.

The wine was a Narnian speciality, and it was heated to allow the flavour of the apples to mix in with the red wine.

I took a goblet and sipped at the warm liquid; I had yet to become accustomed to the taste.

I picked up a slice of white loaf and smeared a thin layer of honey and apple chutney onto it. I bit into the bread, before setting it back on my plate.

"Right then, we're going to be hosting a summer ball next month, and the King of Calormen is arriving in two weeks with his family and servants," Susan announced.

"Does that mean more dancing?" I asked her.

Edmund and Peter roared with laughter, Lucy giggled, Caspian smiled and Susan glared at me.

"Alena, if you become a Lady of the court, you must be able to dance," she replied through gritted teeth.

I looked down with a smile on my lips and picked up my piece of bread again. I bit off some more of it and carried on eating.

"Alena," I looked up to see Caspian looking at me. "Why did you faint, in the training?"

"I discovered I have a slight fear of blood," I replied evenly.

Edmund snorted from beside me.

"Really Alena, you have a deep fear of blood, hence you fainting when you saw it," he informed everyone else.

Once more, the table burst into laughter, with the exception of me and all the other Narnians, who looked upon the table with wonder. I huffed and waited patiently until they finished laughing.

"Finished?" I asked them.

One look at my blank face set them off again. I sighed and sat back in my chair, picking at some roasted vegetables (I called them peppers as they looked like them) and eating them gingerly. I had eaten a plate full of them, when they stopped once more, causing me to look up at them.

"I am sorry Alena...it was just your expression," Lucy choked out between dying laughter.

I smiled at her, before glaring at Edmund.

"What?" he asked me.

"You know what?" I replied, hitting his shoulder gently.

"Ow," he complained, pouting at me.

I looked down at my lap, unable to stop the smile from spreading onto my face.

An hour later, I was sat on my bed, reading a book that was lying in my lap.

It was called 'The History of Narnia – A Faun's Viewing by Zacharias Blumern-Rezen', and it was interesting. Zacharias had started writing the volume when he was six, and it was at least eight hundred pages thick.

"What're you reading?" Edmund asked me as I had my head bowed intent on reading the book.

I held up the book, allowing him to see the cover.

"Ah," he nodded. "Old Zacharias got you hooked then?"

"Yes, actually," I replied, looking back at the pages.

I had my legs crossed on the bed with the book in my lap, whilst Edmund was sat in the armchair by the fire, reading a pile of documents. A few minutes into my reading, I heard Edmund sigh, and the sound of the quill scratching the parchment began.

"What is it?" I asked him, not looking up.

"Organising who is coming to the summer ball, and its absolute hell; trying to see if people can or can't come."

During his talk, I looked up in time to see him put his head in his hands and lean on the arms of the chair with his elbows. I slid off the bed and slowly made my way over to him.

"It's okay," I told him, kneeling on the floor by the chair.

"But Susan will have my head if this ball doesn't go as planned."

I placed my hand lightly on his arm.

"Once she realises the amount of stress it is putting you under, she'll be fine."

He looked at me with a smile on his face, and, despite his tired eyes, he could never have looked more pleased.

"Has anyone ever told you how lovely you are?"

I blushed at his comment and looked down, shaking my head mutely.

"Well I'll start," he lifted up my head gentle. "You are lovely."

I giggled at his bluntness and he smiled at me in return. Before slowly leaning closer to my face, as I sat up slightly. He kissed my briefly, but tenderly, and then leaned back.

"Get the rest of it done tomorrow," I said. "You need to rest."

He nodded, picked up his papers, quill and ink and then stood up. I stood up, brushing the dust off the skirt of the dress and walked with him to the door. He turned to me as he opened it.

"I'll see you tomorrow," he smiled at me.

I stood on my tiptoes and gave his a chaste kiss on his lips.

"Goodnight Edmund," I smiled back.

Edmund grinned at me, before turning and walking down the corridor to get to his room.

I turned back into my bedroom, shut the door and walked into the centre. I placed the book on the armchair and sank onto the bed, not bothering to change out of my dress or boots. I was asleep merely seconds after my head hit the pillows.

I awoke to someone shaking me. I opened my mouth to scream, as I could not see who it was so I jumped to conclusions, but the dark figure placed their hand over my mouth, muffling my scream.

"Alena, calm down, it's just me," the figure hissed.

"Edmund?"

"Yes Alena, now get up," he ordered.

He took his hands off my mouth and pulled me to my feet.

"What's going on?" I asked him sleepily, as he placed my silver cloak around my shoulders.

"You need to get to the Great Hall," he replied.

"Why?"

"Just trust me."

He picked up something off my screen, before grabbing my hand and running out of the room. He ran through the corridors, pulling me behind him with one hand, and held a sack in the other.

We reached the Great Hall, where all the Narnians were rushing in and out of the doors. Edmund pulled me straight through the doors and to the five thrones, where Caspian, Peter, Susan and Lucy stood.

"What's going on?" a sleepy Lucy asked once Edmund and I had reached them.

"The castle's under attack, but we don't know who is attacking us," Peter explained.

"Here, put these on," Edmund hand me the sack he had been carrying.

I opened it and saw my chainmail tunic, leather corset and tough boots in it.

"Come on, I'll help you," Susan said.

It was then I noticed what everyone else was wearing.

Caspian was wearing a chainmail tunic, silver shoulder armour, Telmarine body protector, a brown undershirt, dark brown trousers, brown boots, brown gloves and had his sword and rapier on his belt.

Peter wore a red tunic with a golden lion on it, a chainmail tunic, chainmail neck protector, silver shoulder and lower-arm armour, armour for his feet and calves, brown leather gloves and had his sword on his belt.

Edmund wore a tunic, much like Peter's, a chainmail tunic, a brown undershirt, shoulder armour, leather neck protector, leather arm guards, light brown trousers, brown boots and had his sword strapped to his belt.

Susan wore a chainmail tunic, like mine but the sleeves reached her elbows whilst mine went to the middle of my forearm, a leather corset with straps for her quiver of arrows and bow, an arm guard, red dress and boots. Her hair was pulled into a half up half down style to keep it away from her face whilst using her bow and arrows, and she had her bow in her hand with her quiver on her back.

Lucy wore a red dress, with a cream underskirt and a cream corset, not too tight, brown boots and a belt with her dagger on and her cordial. She had a smaller chainmail tunic on, with no sleeves, that was held on by her belt.

Susan helped me, behind a screen, into my chainmail tunic, brown leather corset and boots. She wove my hair into a braid, keeping it all off my face. When we walked back to the others, Peter held out a sword, in its sheath, with a belt to me.

"I was going to give this to you later, but it can't wait any longer. I hope you don't have to use it though," he explained.

The sword was silver, with a silver hilt and three sapphires embedded into the three ends. I strapped the belt around my waist and looked up.

"What's the plan of action?" Lucy asked, looking serious.

"Lu, you and Alena are going to be waiting in the Great Hall, with some of the female soldiers, to ensure your safety," Caspian said.

"But I want to help," Lucy complained.

Before anyone could say another word, Torin burst in followed by some of the other guards.

"Your majesties, they've nearly breached the eastern wall, you're needed to lead us in," he said.

"We're on our way," Susan said.

Caspian, Susan, Peter and Edmund began to run off to Torin.

"Edmund!" I called, running after him.

He stopped and spun around, allowing me to grab him in a tight hug. He returned hit, holding me tightly against him, pressing his face into my shoulder.

"Stay safe," I whispered in his ear for him and him only to hear.

He nodded and bent to kiss me, but Peter stopped him.

"Come on Ed, we have to go," he shouted.

Edmund let go of me and followed the other Kings and Queen out of the hall with the guards.

I stood there, watching the four of them run off the fight. Lucy wrapped her hand around mine and stood next to me.

"They'll come back," she said looking up.

Looking at the certainty on her face made me forget she was just fourteen, turning fifteen.

"How can you be so sure?"

"I just know; they always do."

She led me back to thrones, where was sat in them.

Half an hour later, loud shouts came from outside the hall. All the female Centaurs, Fauns and talking animals stood up, just as the doors slammed open.

Six large Minotaurs stood in the doorway. I stood up and grabbed Lucy, causing my body to shield hers. I was worried because there were only ten soldiers in the room, and it would take at least two of them to fight one Minotaur; they were giant, and had axes as well as swords.

The ten troops began fighting, but one Minotaur, a grey one, broke free of the huddle. Its black eyes saw me trying to get Lucy away from the room, and charged at us, holding its axe out to kill us.

Moreover, there is chapter 10 of 'The Call'.

I hope you all like the cliffhanger, and you should all be happy, as this chapter is 4324 words long.

I'm going to see 'The Chronicles of Narnia: The Voyage of The Dawn Treader' this Tuesday (21st December) with my great friend in 3D!

I have literally no homework at the moment, so I should have updated earlier, but I am sorry I didn't. I just found no time to do it for some reason.

Hope you all enjoy this chapter and I'll see you next time.

Pictures of the outfits the monarchs are wearing will be on my profile under the title of 'Edmund, Peter, Caspian and Susan's battle outfits'. Lucy's outfit is just the dress in her picture already on my profile, but with a sleeveless chainmail tunic over that.

Thank you!

Love,

Alexandra The Dreamer.