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Trent starts for his chamber. He decides to lie down and rest. Once on the bed, he feels his eyes droop heavily and sleep overcomes him.
~He finds himself in a dark hallway alone when he suddenly hears footsteps coming from behind him and turns around.
"Who's there?" he asks nervously.
He gets no response except for the sound of footsteps.
"Who are you? Answer me."
He still gets no response. However, he can now see the silhouette of a tall figure.
"Who are you? What do you want with me?"
The figure stays put and remains silent. Trent starts to feel nervous.
"Tell me who you are right now!"
He catches a glimpse of a smirk on the dark silhouette's face.
"You truly think you can simply get what you wish just because you are a king of Narnia?"
The figure had a voice so deep that Trent could not recognize him.
"What do you want with me?"~
Trent bolts up, breathing hard. When his heart rate is regulated, Trent moans and tries to figure out what the dream was about. He hears a knock on his door.
"You may enter," he says, trying not to sound groggy.
The door opens, and Trent sees Tamryn and Rinion walking into the chamber. He rises to his feet.
"Hi, Trent."
"Hello, Your Majesty,' says Rinion with a bow.
"Hello, Tamryn, Rinion."
"What's going on?"
"I was trying to get some rest because I am so tired."
"I hope you slept well."
"I wish I could say I did."
"Why do you say that?"
"Because I had this weird dream."
"Weird how?"
"There was a figure approached me, but I couldn't exactly see how he looked like, you know. More of a silhouette."
"How do you know that the figure was male, Your Majesty, if you could not make out his appearance?"
"The voice was deep. What bothers me the most was how secretive he was."
"Yes, that would be irritating," Tamryn muses.
"I would have to agree," Rinion adds.
"I have a bad feeling about him."
"I certainly hope this bizarre dream is not as ominous as it sounds, Your Majesty."
"I just want to figure out what this means."
"Don't worry. I'm sure you'll figure it out."
"Thanks, Tamryn."
"You're welcome."
"So, are you excited about the Narnian ball?"
"Yes. Are you?'
"Yes, although I am nervous."
"Nervous? Why?"
"I am worried about stepping on someone's toes."
"I'm confident that you'll do fine."
"You really think so?"
"Of course I do, Trent. You have nothing to worry about."
"Thanks, Tamryn."
"You're welcome."
Tamryn places a hand on his shoulder and smiles at him. He smiles back at his friend. Meanwhile, Cheyenne is sitting in a chair that is in her room, reading the book she had been reading before. She sets it on her lap momentarily and looks up at the ceiling.
"I'm glad there is a library here," she says to herself, "I wonder what other books this Telmarine wrote. I hope those books, and the others, are as interesting as this one."
She picks her book back up and resumes reading.
(If only the books back home were this interesting.) Cheyenne thinks to herself. (Well, Alan did say some of the books back home were interesting as well, but that's just him. Oh well, I'm just glad that there are good books here, otherwise I'd be so bored here on rainy days.)
Alan is sitting on his bed, thinking about the murders.
He runs a hand through his dark brown hair and starts rubbing the back of his neck.
(I would hate for there to be those trying to overthrow us, and I would hate for there to be any more trouble than there already is. But that's just wishful thinking there.) He sighs inwardly.
Samuel is in the library, going over the day's events and feeling relieved to have Tamryn's birthday gift finished and ready to present for her birthday.
(I hope she loves it.)
He hears the pitter patter of feet and looks around, looking for the source. He sees Kalia.
"Hello, Kalia."
"Hello, Your Majesty."
"What is going on with you today?"
"I was exploring the library. What are you doing, Your Majesty, if you do not mind me asking?"
"It is quite alright. I was just thinking. I was able to figure out what to give High Queen Tamryn for her birthday and finish making it."
"I am glad you were able to find something to give the High Queen."
"So am I. I just hope she likes it."
"My mother says that if a gift comes from the heart, then that in itself is special. I am sure that the High Queen will love the gift you made for her. She is one of the nicest queens Narnia has ever had, or at least that is what Mother says."
Samuel simply nods.
"She is a good friend too. I would like to introduce you to the others soon."
"Do you think they would like me?"
"I believe they would. You are sweet and intelligent."
"Thank you, Your Majesty," she replies with a bow and a twitch of her ear.
"You are welcome, Kalia."
"If you excuse me, Your Majesty, I need to be returning to my mother now."
"Of course. I would not want to keep you from your mother."
She bows once again and goes home to her mother.
Alan is still pondering about the murders and the outcome when he hears a knock on the chamber door, pulling him out of his reverie.
"Enter."
Lintez opens the door and walks into the chamber.
"What is going on, Lintez?" Alan asks.
"Dinner is being served, Sire."
"Alright, thank you."
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