Title: The Savage Monarchy
Author: Rolletti
Ages: Peter 17, Susan: 16, Edmund 14, Lucy 12
Summary: The monarchy of Narnia during the Golden Age may be a little …savage. Just a bit.
No Slash What So Ever
Disclaimer: Yep, I do not own any part of C.S. Lewis' works.
"But father, why must I? I do not care for the pale faced, barbaric savages who live in the untamed mountains! What sane person live amongst talking creatures, and ice? No, no, no, I do not want to. Send Rabadash since he is so taken with the eldest queen!"
"Silence!" shouted the Tisroc. Everyone at the breakfast table looked down in fear, including his youngest daughter. "Did I ask you of your opinion? Did I ask you about your feelings? No, I gave you a command which you will obey, insolent child!" His nose flared as he looked like a large destructive fire ready to consume her.
The Tisroc looked down the table at his many wives in ornate gowns to find who the child belonged to. Once he did, he pointed at her. "You spoiled this child where she now defies me?!"
"No, my husband, may you live forever," she said, nervously. "I believe it may be her fear to travel to the accursed land that causes her to speak out of term."
"I am not afraid of any kingdom! Am I not my father's daughter?" said the princess, momentarily forgetting her fear. She was appalled her mother would suggest such a thing.
"The invitation has been received, and you will return with the Narnian delegates with an entourage of your own." The Tisroc glared at her, daring her to protest.
The princess pursed her lips before she said, "Yes, father," with her chin held high before all her siblings. Her mother breathed a sigh of relief.
The Tisroc glowered at all who surrounded the table before continuing. He noticed some of his wives tried to covertly hold their closest child's hand under the table. No doubt fearful he would also send them to the far north, once known for its perpetual ice and cursed with strong magic.
"The invitation states you will not have need of slaves." Everyone in the room gasped. "I know, I know. They look down on such practices. Savages. You will have," and he looked at the invitation for clarity, "ladies maids. You must treat them kindly and not whip them." He shook his head with disgust. "It is apparently a land of disorder. You will show your superiority over those savages, but be civil. They are after all the rulers of their lands."
"How long must I stay, oh my father?"
"The invitation states three months." The Tisroc was pleased that, although his daughter wanted to protest, she kept her mouth shut. "Although, I do not like it, it may open doors between the two countries in the future. Do not cause a war between our two nations if you value your life. And if you are killed there, I will not avenge you. These are proud, ferocious people. I assume they must be if the land requires two kings and two queens. I caution you, Sheena, do not disrespect the younger three sovereigns. It is rumored the High King is vicious when they are threatened, and that he loves them. I'm sure it is only a rumor, how can savages love? You leave tomorrow."
The Tisroc stood, and everyone immediately did the same. They bowed in respect as he walked away accompanied by his personal servants.
Everyone reclaimed their seats and remained quiet as they looked at the youngest princess.
"Why did the invitation request me in particular?" she asked of no one annoyed.
"It is probably a trap, and you'll be sacrificed to their demon god. I heard he looks like a lion, that means it will tear you apart with its large teeth, or swallow you whole," said one of her jealous sisters, as she smirked at her.
"Maybe the youngest king will be interested in marrying me. We will have three months together after all," she taunted. She knew her sister pined after Edmund from the first time she met him at a neighboring kingdom. Her sister brandished her dagger, but before she could leap across the table Rabadash knocked her down.
"You kill her now before she leaves for the accursed land, and father will kill you," he snarled over her.
The youngest princess fingered her own blade as her sister marched out of the room accompanied by her slaves.
"Idiot," said Sheena.
Rabadash followed, but turned and scowled at her. "I mean to have that barbarian queen someday. Do not ruin my chances! Favored daughter or not, Sheena, I will beat you to death."
tbc
