It was a cold spring afternoon when the princes and princesses heard a strange horn.
"That would be the witch's horn. She is coming to speak with your family." Dusk answered the question that all were silently asking.
"We should be there with them." Amber stated. She and the other children had secretly wanted to see the one who had caused such grief within the country they had all come to love.
They made their way through the multicolored tents to the royal tents, of which were red and gold. The children and their bodyguards made it just in time to stand next to their family when she appeared. The White Witch was as beautiful as ever. Her long black hair was braided around her ice crown, made entirely from diamond. Her icy eyes were still as cold as they were the day she entered the Narnian world. She was wearing a long white dress with white wolf and polar bear fur robes. She bore her icy scepter that doubled as her infamous wand. Her skin was as white as the snow she preferred over the glorious spring that Narnia was able to enjoy. To her right was Fenrir and to her left stood a minotaur with black fur.
"Her majesty, Queen Jadis, would like to address the barbarian impostors." Bellowed the minotaur.
"Then speak witch, but do not call us barbarians in front of our subjects, they may disagree with you, and we cannot keep those with no self-control from defending us with violence." King Peter spoke boldly, though it was more of a command to those who had prepared to attack her if she made such an insult again.
"I have come to my senses. I have come to request one of you handsome kings to wed me, for I would make a lovely wife." The witch explained calmly. She was satisfied with surprised looks upon everyone's faces. Steve thought of how he would have loved to be her husband, but then he caught her eye and saw that she would be an evil wife, and the spell of which had transfixed him broke.
"Yes, you are gorgeous, but you are the berries of a nightshade, lovely to gaze, but deadly to devour. Now I will refuse to taste of your poison ever again!" King Edmond exclaimed as he too shook off whatever spell she had on the camp.
The spell made the men in the camp long for her, but it made Amber feel ugly. She began to despise her fiery mane, deeming it too wild and red, she began to long for hair like the witch's, tamed and obedient, she began to desire cold eyes like the witch, she also felt hideously over colored compared to the witch. Her father saw this and was immediately free from the spell. He began to comfort her, which soon freed her from the nefarious spell, but poor Tirian, he had no pass experience with her magic, nor a loved one to stop him. He began to move towards her, with his hand stretched out.
"Wait, Mister… I mean King Tirian! She only wants to be married so she could be a rightful queen! She will kill us all after the wedding!" Angie screamed as she grabbed hold of King Tirian's laxed hand and tugged till he came to his senses.
"Princess Angela, you are truly an angel sent by Aslan himself!" He stated as he came to.
Well, as you can guess Jadis was pissed and she was about to strike Angie with her wand, when the all heard a lion roar.
