Death of Me

Lucy winced as she listened to the army's cries and shouts. She feared for Susan, Peter, and Korrina's lives. Lord Henry was vicious. He would not hesitate to kill anyone that got in his way.

She looked around the treasury. Edmund was sitting on his trunk glaring holes into the floor. She wished there was a way out other then the door. She tried despretly to remember all the secrete passageways. There were so many she stopped listening to Peter after 25. She wished she had.

Susan's POV

"Miss, are you ok?"

I opened my tired eyes to see a young girl on her knees before me. Her blonde hair was caught in the gentle wind. She looked pretty rich considering she wore a light blue, silk dress. Her pale hands reached out to touch my face.

"You are running a fever Miss. I shall take you home and fetch a healer." Her words gave me no comfort. I felt so out of place. She helped me to my feet and started to walk me down the dirt rode.

After an hour of her dragging me, we made it to a large, white mansion. She lead me down a narrow stone path.

"Matha," she called as she dragged me along. "Matha come quickly." A woman in her early twenties ran out of the house.

"Heavans me!" she exclaimed when she saw me. "Bring her inside." Matha took my other arm and slung it across her shoulders.

They laid me on a soft red sofa. "She's burning up," Matha said as she ran to a pitcher and bowl.

"What is your name Miss?" the young girl asked me. I blinked. I couldn't think of my name. What was my name? Dear me! I CAN'T REMEMBER MY OWN NAME!

"I don't know." Tears welled up in my eyes. She blinked a couple time.

"Dear Heavens Matha, she needn't know her name!" The girl exclaimed. Her face was calm but her eyes were in panic.

"What's your name?" I breathed. I couldn't fall asleep or I'd die.

"Crissy Jonstone." Her voice was gentle, her eyes where terrified.

Jasmine's POV

I sat on the floor, my skirt fanned out around me. Princess Amelia was staring out into the rain threw the window. I started at her. My eyes held nothing. They were hollow and empty. I felt sick. I wanted Edmund at my side. I wanted him to hold me in his cold arms. I wanted him to kiss my hair and reassure me that I was safe. I remember the day we met well. He was still a young King…

"Are you ok?" I jumped and turned around. King Edmund, of Narnia, walked out. I slowly walked over to him.

"I'm perfectly fine your majesty." He looked spectacle, but let it go.

"Well milady, would you like to dance?" I smiled as is flirtatious smile.

"I'm afraid I mustn't, for I am married and with child." His face turned horrified.

"How old are you?" he asked.

"I am 13 years old." I had been set into an arranged marriage at birth. I got married when I was 12 to a sixteen year old. I wait on my husband hand and foot. "Isn't the night beautiful?" I asked, changing the subject. I leaned over the railing even more, I half hoped I'd slip.

My wish was granted…

I screamed as I fell over. "JASMINE!" I heard Edmund yell. He grabbed hold of my hand. "I can't pull you up," he called. I knew why, he was fifteen and I was wearing a very heavy dress.

"Edmund!" I heard someone call. I felt another hand grab hold of me. Both pulled me up onto the balcony. I looked up to thank to man that had come to help. I looked right into the face of High King Peter.

"Thank you."

I looked up as Prince Charlie walked in. He walked over and pulled me up into his arms. I wrapped my arms around his neck. Charlie was like my big brother. I dug my head into his neck. Just then Gwen came in. Her black hair was pulled up into a bun with her tiara resting neatly in it. She was so young but she was so grown up. Before her father died he'd done something… she always wears her hair in a tight bun, she always has her face painted with make-up, red lipstick on her pink lips. She never smiled anymore. What he did to her… I don't know.

"Hello honey, come to mommy," I said putting out my arms. My daughter didn't move from where she stood. I dropped my arms and looked over to Princess Amelia. She was gone…

Peter's POV

I yelled out in horror as Lord Henry stabbed one of my soldiers. Our eyes met across the battlefield. I didn't even have to squint threw the heavy rain. I could pick the guy that abused my girl out of a crowd. A smile crossed his lips. Next thing I knew, Henry was standing before me. He pulled his sword back and thrust it forward. But it didn't hit… me.

I looked down toward the bloody body on the floor.

A/n What did Jasmine's husband do to Gwen? Who was stabbed? Is romance going to blossem between Edmund and Jasmine? Will Lucy and Edmund escape? Who is the traitor?

I had a couple people send me PM's. One asked why I have a diffrnet wife for King Jacob in this story then Goodnight Love. King Jacob misses his wife so much he can never comit to another women for to long.

Another said my story was getting OC . Well, I can write now, or I can write them now. Your choice readers...

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