Disclaimer: I missed this last chapter. I do not own anything that C. S. Lewis created, although I am using them. My characters, and the kingdom of Lorsolum are mine, and may be used with permission.
Peter stood at the prow of the ship. Aslan's Mane was Peter's personal ship, built for speed. It served often as a courier ship between the island kingdoms, and now was carrying Peter and Susan to Lorsolum. Susan had insisted on coming with him, saying that he needed a female along. Peter secretly thought that she might want a break from the endless cycle of suitors. If he had said this out loud, however, she would have denied it fiercely. So he kept his thoughts on the matter to himself.
Because Susan was coming with, Edmund had to stay to watch over the kingdom. Lucy was to young to preside over it herself, although with Edmund in charge she may as well be. Ever since the whole wardrobe/lying thing, Edmund had a severe soft spot for Lucy, even more so then the rest of them. So whatever Lucy wanted, she would probably get. But with Edmund there he could handle any crises that popped up, whereas Lucy may not be ready to deal with them.
Peter heard footsteps behind him, and turned to see his sister there. Susan smiled at him. "Enjoying the sea?"
Peter smiled. "Yes, I am. This is something we really didn't have back in England, so I enjoy it as much as I can."
The ship hit a breaker, and water sprayed into the young monarch's faces. Susan sputtered, and Peter laughed. She hit him, knocking him off balance. He grabbed onto the railing to regain his balance, and slipped on the deck and fell on his butt. Susan doubled over laughing. Peter grinned. He hadn't gotten to spend much time with Susan lately. This was nice.
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Hassin sat in the cabin provided for him by the High King of Narnia. He snorted. The King was little more than a boy, just barely grown. And he had to feign interest in a treaty with them. He wondered what his King would do when he met this kid. Hassin made a mental note to watch His Majesty's face when the little King made his entrance.
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Jaselle sat on her bed, looking out the window at the setting sun. Her rooms looked out to the West, at the mountains off in the distance. She enjoyed sitting here in the evening, watching the sun set. It reminded her of a dream she had about when she was young. Where she had sat in her mother's lap, and her mother had sang to her. About a free land, where there were talking creatures and magic beings. And about a Lion, who created the world.
She hadn't known what it was about, until recently. When a merchant to Calormene had returned with stories of the winter up north, which they had heard about for some time, ending. He said that the rumors told of four children, who along with a great lion had freed the land. Since then, she had hoped that it was the land from her dreams. That her mother, who had died when Jaselle was four, had sang about.
And then her father had told her they were sending an emissary there. To the land, that was called 'Narnia'. Hassin, her father's royal advisor, had been gone almost two months now. She hoped he would return soon, with some news of this land. She so much wanted to go there, to see these talking animals and half-human creatures that she hoped were there. Her father, when she had voiced these hopes to him, had told her to grow up. She had fled to her room and cried, watching the sunset.
Jaselle watched the rim of the sun dip beneath the mountains. She sighed, and laid back on her bed. All of the things weighing down on her heart came up, and she began to sob. Lying there, in her clothes, she cried herself to sleep.
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