One of us is tempting fate
She wasn't at all like I remembered her: but then, I should have seen this coming.
After all, what adult had ever paid me any mind? I was too young. People only ever saw that. Even Peter. Perfect, pompous, portentous Peter.
But this woman, this 'queen' was somehow worse. I didn't know how she had come to be queen, but the very fact that so many opposed her rule said she wasn't a very good queen, whatever she might tell herself.
The fox looks so obstinate. She will kill him, and that will be that.
He'd called me 'your majesty.'
I had to tell her. I had to try to save this poor fox's life, but as soon as I revealed the rest of what I heard at the beaver's dam, he looked so… betrayed. Like the fawn back in the queen's dungeon.
How could saving his life be a betrayal?
And then I understand, just as I understand the collection of stone statues that had crowed the witch's courtyard.
I should have kept quiet. I've only gone and made things worse, like I always do.
Please let it be a dream.
Except it wasn't. I couldn't say how I knew that, but if anything was the dream, it was my old life.
The more I learned about this place… Narnia… the more connected I felt.
I was meant to be here, of that much I was certain. And the more I saw of the witch, the more certain I became that I was on the wrong side.
*
Aslan. I hadn't believed the awe and fear people had whenever they said his name, but I did now. Free of the witch, I stand before him as the sun rises around us. I'm afraid of what he will do to me. I can't look him in the eyes.
'I'm sorry,' I mutter. It sounds so pathetic. My voice is weak and it quavers with every syllable.
But he smiles, and I look up.
It will all work out for the best now.
I believe.
That's all that was ever asked of me.