Authors note: I know that some parts in this story are a little inaccurate,
and I apologise, but I just had to alter it slightly so it worked better
for me.
Disclaimer: All the characters belong to C.S. Lewis. Kayla is mine.
Ch. 1. Princess Kayla
It had been five years since King Lune of Archenland had been reunited with his son, and gained a daughter, all-be-it from Tashbaan, but he did not let this bother him, as he was such a kind and generous person. Corin and Cor got into such mighty fights. They'd come back home all dirty and bruised, although Cor would be a lot more bruised than Corin. But as they grew older and learned to use swords, Corin would only have a chance if Cor had not brought his sword along, which very rarely happened.
One day Corin, Cor and Aravis had all gone out for a ride (on dumb beasts which were a gift to them from the Tisroc for bringing his son back alive). Corin and Cor got into a heated argument about something absurd, and now all three had dismounted and the brothers were having a sword fight.
Aravis was on the side lines, arguing too, telling them they were both fools and both wrong, but they were barely paying attention to the argument anymore, everything now depended on who won this sword fight. Corin knew he had to keep a sharp eye out, for Cor was very skilful with a blade and knew many tricks.
Cor had a smirk on his face that made Corin want to get to him even more, but he knew he had to keep a cool head or he may well loose this battle. Eventually Aravis had stopped dwelling on the argument and started shouting things like,
"Stop it! Stop it at once before you both kill each other!"
For the looks of fury on their faces had frightened her. She had heard of men killing their fathers and brothers in royal families before, and she certainly didn't want this to be one of those times. Cor almost swiped Corin's sword from his hand, he ducked, turned and they swapped positions. They bent down and began fighting again.
Suddenly Corin lost all concentration on the battle at hand, for something behind Cor caught his eye. He saw a beautiful maiden in the distance, wearing a flowing pink dress with light blue sashes around it, her hair, which was chestnut in colour, was long and wavy and flew down about her clothes. She definitely seemed to come from some royal family, by the look of her. But Corin was so caught up in the maiden, that he only remembered his fight when Cor swung and almost hit his throat. At this Aravis screamed.
"STOP!! NOW!!"
The maiden off in the distance looked to where she'd heard the scream. She could see in a little clearing in the middle of thickly grown trees, two men sword fighting and a young lady with a frightful look on her face. The maiden couldn't quite understand why two obvious Narnian warriors were fighting and there was a Calormene lady in hysterics. She also wondered why they had horses.
The maiden was from a land very close to Narnia, and she also was from a royal family, so she knew the rules that no Narnian ever rode a horse unless in battle, and these horses were tied up and saddled.
To Cor, Corin and Aravis' surprise an arrow suddenly landed on the grass just below Cor's feet. They jumped back in shock, and turned to where the arrow had come from. There was the young maiden. Her face was full of anger and puzzlement.
"Know not you," she called angrily, advancing on them, "that no Narnian rides a horse except in battle!"
"I should very much think so!" Corin called back.
The maiden stopped about fifteen metres from them, and gave him a quizzical look.
"I am Prince Corin of Archenland!" he announced. "This is my brother, and heir to the throne of Archenland, Prince Cor. And this is Princess Aravis."
The maiden's quizzical look did not die away at that. In fact, she looked far more puzzled than before.
"What does this mean?" she asked, another arrow reading in her bow. "How can a Calormene be a Princess of Archenland? And why would the royal siblings ride the horses of Narnia?"
"We do not even know who you are!" Cor shot out. "So why should we explain ourselves to you?"
"Because I suspect you value your lives." The maiden replied, stretching the arrow in her bow.
"You cannot threaten us!" Aravis shouted. "And you would not dare shoot a Prince or Princess!"
"And why should I believe you are even a Princess?" the maiden replied. "You do not look like you are from the Northern lands."
Cor and Aravis were very angry about this intrusion on their privacy and had previously thought that most people knew about what happened, but obviously not. Corin, however, didn't want this maiden to be angry with them, and he was pretty absent-minded, too.
"That's because she isn't." Corin said calmly. "She is the wife of my brother." He gestured to Corin.
Cor and Aravis were really quite annoyed at Corin for telling her that. The maiden, however, lowed her bow.
"I have been away for some time," said she, "but I did not think I had been away long enough to think rules had changed for the riding of horses."
The immediate thought in Aravis' mind was, 'where have you been?' but she didn't want to seem like she cared about the maiden. She didn't like her.
"They have not." Corin said. "These were a gift to us from the Tisroc of Tashbaan for sparing his son's life."
"Oh dear!" the maiden looked horribly embarrassed. "We are at peace with them now? I do wish I'd let my people tell me what had happened while I was away before I immediately bolted off to see my missed lands!"
"Are you a Queen?" Corin asked.
The Aravis and Cor exchanged glances. The girl laughed humorously.
"No!" she smiled at him. "I am no Queen. Though my mother is."
"So you are a Princess?" Cor said.
"Yes. Princess Kayla of Willow Valley." She said.
Willow Valley was a place beyond the hills, which joined Archenland and Narnia. It wasn't quite as big as either place; it was a very small kingdom.
When Aravis heard the name she remembered being told by Queen Lucy that there was another Princess from Willow Valley but she was away and none knew when she was to be back. None of the three had ever visited Willow Valley so they never knew what it was like. It was very beautiful, it had hardly any mountains, and the ones it did have were quite small. The water there that came out of the streams was sweeter than any water from Narnia or Archenland, and the streams really sparkled like diamonds. As beautiful as the place was, it did not have any good views, and you had to get right up the top of some of the mountains near Archenland to get a good glimpse, but when you did, it was so mesmerising.
"How long have you been away?" Cor said, swallowing his pride to be polite to a Princess.
"Six ...seven years perhaps, now." She said.
"By the mane! Where have you been?" Corin asked.
"Sailing around the oceans." Replied Kayla. "It is really worth it, and you need all the time you can get. Although some time was taken up trying to find a new ship to sail in after on crashed on an island."
There was no reply from the others. They were thinking of how it would be on a ship for seven years.
"Oh," she said, "It isn't how you'd expect. It doesn't make you sick at all! Perhaps a little homesickness, but in the end I am very glad I did it. Now, I must apologise for my rash behaviour. See, I have been away for so long and missed so much and when I see horses in these Northern lands tied, I assume they have been mistreated. And I do apologise, Princess," here she looked at Aravis, "for insulting you like I did. It was quite uncouth, and I did not mean to be so vulgarly offensive to you. I have always known it is quite improper to jump to conclusions, but I have just never seen the likes of it. I do hope you'll accept my apology?"
"Why, of course!" Aravis jumped at the chance of having a friend who was more likely to have more in common with her. And from what she'd just seen, Kayla wasn't afraid to fight. "You weren't to know."
"You are kind!" Kayla said. "May I ask but one more question?"
They looked uneasily at her.
"Why were you fighting so fiercely?" she asked Cor and Corin.
"Err ..."
"Arr ..."
They really couldn't remember what they had been fighting about. Kayla was astounded. Aravis rolled her eyes. Then Kayla turned to Aravis.
"I do believe it had something to do with the age of Queen Lucy." Aravis said.
Kayla raised an eyebrow and turned to the Princes. "You were arguing about such a ridiculous thing as that? Why! Queen Lucy is but twenty-one!"
Aravis burst into fits of laughter and both boys frowned. They glared at each other.
"I told you both of you were wrong!" Aravis said.
"Well, I really must be off." Kayla said. "I have spent far too much time here. Perhaps we shall meet again. Hopefully on a rather different note."
The Princess headed off on foot. Corin had a good mind to give her his horse, but then thought of what his father would say. Then he thought that it didn't really matter, he was doing a kind thing, and by the time he'd finished debating, Kayla was out of sight.
When Aravis, Cor and Corin arrived back at their castle, they were met by their father giving them the good news of a feast the next night in Cair Paravel. The three of them were very excited. They loved going to feasts, and they very much loved going to Cair Paravel and seeing the High King Peter, and Queen Susan and King Edmund and Queen Lucy.
"A feast! Hurray!" they clapped their hands and laughed and danced around.
"What is it for, father?" Cor asked eventually, when the three had calmed down.
"It is for the return of Princess Kayla from her journeys of the seas." King Lune answered. "You will like her, Aravis. She is your age." then he stared at them curiously.
They had all stopped and looked at each other when he told them it was for Princess Kayla and Aravis smirked when he said she would like her.
"We've already met her." Corin said bluntly.
King Lune stared at them for a second, then laughed his merry laugh.
"How did you find her?"
They explained to their father about their meeting with Princess Kayla and how she took them for Calormene thieves, and then they got to know each other's story. King Lune was very happy that they had gotten off to such a great start. King Lune, Cor and Aravis noticed from what Corin was saying about the Princess, he liked her somewhat. Aravis couldn't help but let out a slight giggle when Corin was explaining her eyes.
"What?" Corin stopped and stared at her.
"Oh ... nothing ..." said Aravis, trying not to laugh too much.
When his father and brother gave out little laughs too, Corin couldn't help but blush. He found it hard to admit, even to himself that he could possibly be a little taken by her.
***
There is it. I hope you like it. Please review! This is my first story, so I need tips but please be kind. The second chapter will be up soon.
Disclaimer: All the characters belong to C.S. Lewis. Kayla is mine.
Ch. 1. Princess Kayla
It had been five years since King Lune of Archenland had been reunited with his son, and gained a daughter, all-be-it from Tashbaan, but he did not let this bother him, as he was such a kind and generous person. Corin and Cor got into such mighty fights. They'd come back home all dirty and bruised, although Cor would be a lot more bruised than Corin. But as they grew older and learned to use swords, Corin would only have a chance if Cor had not brought his sword along, which very rarely happened.
One day Corin, Cor and Aravis had all gone out for a ride (on dumb beasts which were a gift to them from the Tisroc for bringing his son back alive). Corin and Cor got into a heated argument about something absurd, and now all three had dismounted and the brothers were having a sword fight.
Aravis was on the side lines, arguing too, telling them they were both fools and both wrong, but they were barely paying attention to the argument anymore, everything now depended on who won this sword fight. Corin knew he had to keep a sharp eye out, for Cor was very skilful with a blade and knew many tricks.
Cor had a smirk on his face that made Corin want to get to him even more, but he knew he had to keep a cool head or he may well loose this battle. Eventually Aravis had stopped dwelling on the argument and started shouting things like,
"Stop it! Stop it at once before you both kill each other!"
For the looks of fury on their faces had frightened her. She had heard of men killing their fathers and brothers in royal families before, and she certainly didn't want this to be one of those times. Cor almost swiped Corin's sword from his hand, he ducked, turned and they swapped positions. They bent down and began fighting again.
Suddenly Corin lost all concentration on the battle at hand, for something behind Cor caught his eye. He saw a beautiful maiden in the distance, wearing a flowing pink dress with light blue sashes around it, her hair, which was chestnut in colour, was long and wavy and flew down about her clothes. She definitely seemed to come from some royal family, by the look of her. But Corin was so caught up in the maiden, that he only remembered his fight when Cor swung and almost hit his throat. At this Aravis screamed.
"STOP!! NOW!!"
The maiden off in the distance looked to where she'd heard the scream. She could see in a little clearing in the middle of thickly grown trees, two men sword fighting and a young lady with a frightful look on her face. The maiden couldn't quite understand why two obvious Narnian warriors were fighting and there was a Calormene lady in hysterics. She also wondered why they had horses.
The maiden was from a land very close to Narnia, and she also was from a royal family, so she knew the rules that no Narnian ever rode a horse unless in battle, and these horses were tied up and saddled.
To Cor, Corin and Aravis' surprise an arrow suddenly landed on the grass just below Cor's feet. They jumped back in shock, and turned to where the arrow had come from. There was the young maiden. Her face was full of anger and puzzlement.
"Know not you," she called angrily, advancing on them, "that no Narnian rides a horse except in battle!"
"I should very much think so!" Corin called back.
The maiden stopped about fifteen metres from them, and gave him a quizzical look.
"I am Prince Corin of Archenland!" he announced. "This is my brother, and heir to the throne of Archenland, Prince Cor. And this is Princess Aravis."
The maiden's quizzical look did not die away at that. In fact, she looked far more puzzled than before.
"What does this mean?" she asked, another arrow reading in her bow. "How can a Calormene be a Princess of Archenland? And why would the royal siblings ride the horses of Narnia?"
"We do not even know who you are!" Cor shot out. "So why should we explain ourselves to you?"
"Because I suspect you value your lives." The maiden replied, stretching the arrow in her bow.
"You cannot threaten us!" Aravis shouted. "And you would not dare shoot a Prince or Princess!"
"And why should I believe you are even a Princess?" the maiden replied. "You do not look like you are from the Northern lands."
Cor and Aravis were very angry about this intrusion on their privacy and had previously thought that most people knew about what happened, but obviously not. Corin, however, didn't want this maiden to be angry with them, and he was pretty absent-minded, too.
"That's because she isn't." Corin said calmly. "She is the wife of my brother." He gestured to Corin.
Cor and Aravis were really quite annoyed at Corin for telling her that. The maiden, however, lowed her bow.
"I have been away for some time," said she, "but I did not think I had been away long enough to think rules had changed for the riding of horses."
The immediate thought in Aravis' mind was, 'where have you been?' but she didn't want to seem like she cared about the maiden. She didn't like her.
"They have not." Corin said. "These were a gift to us from the Tisroc of Tashbaan for sparing his son's life."
"Oh dear!" the maiden looked horribly embarrassed. "We are at peace with them now? I do wish I'd let my people tell me what had happened while I was away before I immediately bolted off to see my missed lands!"
"Are you a Queen?" Corin asked.
The Aravis and Cor exchanged glances. The girl laughed humorously.
"No!" she smiled at him. "I am no Queen. Though my mother is."
"So you are a Princess?" Cor said.
"Yes. Princess Kayla of Willow Valley." She said.
Willow Valley was a place beyond the hills, which joined Archenland and Narnia. It wasn't quite as big as either place; it was a very small kingdom.
When Aravis heard the name she remembered being told by Queen Lucy that there was another Princess from Willow Valley but she was away and none knew when she was to be back. None of the three had ever visited Willow Valley so they never knew what it was like. It was very beautiful, it had hardly any mountains, and the ones it did have were quite small. The water there that came out of the streams was sweeter than any water from Narnia or Archenland, and the streams really sparkled like diamonds. As beautiful as the place was, it did not have any good views, and you had to get right up the top of some of the mountains near Archenland to get a good glimpse, but when you did, it was so mesmerising.
"How long have you been away?" Cor said, swallowing his pride to be polite to a Princess.
"Six ...seven years perhaps, now." She said.
"By the mane! Where have you been?" Corin asked.
"Sailing around the oceans." Replied Kayla. "It is really worth it, and you need all the time you can get. Although some time was taken up trying to find a new ship to sail in after on crashed on an island."
There was no reply from the others. They were thinking of how it would be on a ship for seven years.
"Oh," she said, "It isn't how you'd expect. It doesn't make you sick at all! Perhaps a little homesickness, but in the end I am very glad I did it. Now, I must apologise for my rash behaviour. See, I have been away for so long and missed so much and when I see horses in these Northern lands tied, I assume they have been mistreated. And I do apologise, Princess," here she looked at Aravis, "for insulting you like I did. It was quite uncouth, and I did not mean to be so vulgarly offensive to you. I have always known it is quite improper to jump to conclusions, but I have just never seen the likes of it. I do hope you'll accept my apology?"
"Why, of course!" Aravis jumped at the chance of having a friend who was more likely to have more in common with her. And from what she'd just seen, Kayla wasn't afraid to fight. "You weren't to know."
"You are kind!" Kayla said. "May I ask but one more question?"
They looked uneasily at her.
"Why were you fighting so fiercely?" she asked Cor and Corin.
"Err ..."
"Arr ..."
They really couldn't remember what they had been fighting about. Kayla was astounded. Aravis rolled her eyes. Then Kayla turned to Aravis.
"I do believe it had something to do with the age of Queen Lucy." Aravis said.
Kayla raised an eyebrow and turned to the Princes. "You were arguing about such a ridiculous thing as that? Why! Queen Lucy is but twenty-one!"
Aravis burst into fits of laughter and both boys frowned. They glared at each other.
"I told you both of you were wrong!" Aravis said.
"Well, I really must be off." Kayla said. "I have spent far too much time here. Perhaps we shall meet again. Hopefully on a rather different note."
The Princess headed off on foot. Corin had a good mind to give her his horse, but then thought of what his father would say. Then he thought that it didn't really matter, he was doing a kind thing, and by the time he'd finished debating, Kayla was out of sight.
When Aravis, Cor and Corin arrived back at their castle, they were met by their father giving them the good news of a feast the next night in Cair Paravel. The three of them were very excited. They loved going to feasts, and they very much loved going to Cair Paravel and seeing the High King Peter, and Queen Susan and King Edmund and Queen Lucy.
"A feast! Hurray!" they clapped their hands and laughed and danced around.
"What is it for, father?" Cor asked eventually, when the three had calmed down.
"It is for the return of Princess Kayla from her journeys of the seas." King Lune answered. "You will like her, Aravis. She is your age." then he stared at them curiously.
They had all stopped and looked at each other when he told them it was for Princess Kayla and Aravis smirked when he said she would like her.
"We've already met her." Corin said bluntly.
King Lune stared at them for a second, then laughed his merry laugh.
"How did you find her?"
They explained to their father about their meeting with Princess Kayla and how she took them for Calormene thieves, and then they got to know each other's story. King Lune was very happy that they had gotten off to such a great start. King Lune, Cor and Aravis noticed from what Corin was saying about the Princess, he liked her somewhat. Aravis couldn't help but let out a slight giggle when Corin was explaining her eyes.
"What?" Corin stopped and stared at her.
"Oh ... nothing ..." said Aravis, trying not to laugh too much.
When his father and brother gave out little laughs too, Corin couldn't help but blush. He found it hard to admit, even to himself that he could possibly be a little taken by her.
***
There is it. I hope you like it. Please review! This is my first story, so I need tips but please be kind. The second chapter will be up soon.