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Chapter 10: I Pray Thee Ill

Aravina walked silently down the hall of chambers. She had managed to get away from Peter and his siblings. Earlier on Peter had made to take off her mask, but Aravinia simply put her fingers to his lips and said, "Masks are meant to be worn. In this way, you will want to see more of your lover." Aravinia had meant this as a riddle, a riddle with no answer. The Argouran had excused herself from the ball, saying that she was tired, and would like to sleep and rest. Peter had offered to escort her to her chamber, but seeing as this would ruin her scheme Aravinia calmly declined, pointing out that Peter had to keep his guests entertained. Now, Aravinia walked down the hall of chambers. She turned a corner from the staircase to the right, instead of the left. Before the night ended, she had to do but one more thing. She walked passed different chambers before she came to a door. It was one of the nearest chambers to the library. Aravinia smiled as she knocked. There was no answer. She slowly creaked the door open and peeked inside. The chamber was dark. Faint moonlight poured through the glass window and snow piled on the exterior panes. Aravinia scanned the chamber further to see a woman lying lifelessly in bed. The Argouran crept up to the sheets and smiled. She let out a gentle, yet sharp whisper, "Giovane," she grinned.

Lucy stood beside Peter as they spoke to a Centaur. Amber was one of the brave archers who struck down most of Jadis's army. She had been on the watch over the battlefield with King Edmund and Beaver. She had always found it unusual at the way the monarchs had always called all males 'Mr.' and all females 'Ms.' Amber also observed, that if the creature had an offspring or a mate, the female would be addressed as, 'Mrs.' This was the main reason of the Centaur to be speaking with the young monarchs. She wanted her questions answered, "And so," she said. Her voice sounding utterly perplexed, "I do not understand why the females have two titles, whether they have a mate or not, and while the males have only one?"

Peter chuckled, "'Tis the way of politely addressing one another back at home."

Lucy nodded, "And sometimes, we use those titles with the last name of the person instead of the first name."

Amber scratched her head, "You have how many names, Your Majesties?"

Peter smiled. Though his parents had given him and his siblings second names, he wanted to avoid confusion with Amber and just gave his first and last name, "People have at least two names," he explained, "My first name is Peter, and my last name is Pevensie," he said. Lucy nodded, "But because Peter, Susan, Edmund, and I are siblings, and from the same family, we each have the same last name."

Amber's expression relaxed, "So we have High King Peter Pevensie, King Edmund Pevensie, Queen Susan Pevensie, and Queen Lucy Pevensie?"

Lucy nodded vigorously, causing her crown to come out off place on her hair, and her mask to twist to one side. She fixed them at once, "Correct!"

"But what if you are not siblings?"

Peter nodded, "Then we have different last names. Lucy has a friend in school, and her name is Rose Hepburn."

Amber smiled, "And you call her Miss Rose?"

Lucy shrugged, "In more formal occasions, humans use the last name instead. So if there is an important occasion, Rose will be addressed as Miss Hepburn."

Amber nodded, "But since you are siblings," she said, now switching to a subject concerning only the Pevensies, "How will people know which Pevensie is which?"

Peter smiled, "They use both first and last name: Mr. Peter Pevensie."

Amber pawed her hoof on the ground, "So it wasn't as hard to understand as I thought, Your Majesties!" she said happily. Lucy smiled back, "Now about your question on the Mrs.," she said, "That title is only used for women who are married."

Amber nodded, "Then if Queen Susan is married, she will be addressed as Mrs. Pevensie?"

Peter flinched. 'Mrs. Pevensie,' reminded him of his mum back in England. Lucy sensed his discomfort and gently stepped on his foot. Amber was too tall to notice and Peter said, "No. Susan will have to adapt the last name of whomever she marries," he said. Amber cocked her head to one side. Peter smiled, "For instance, Susan marries a man named Louie Baker," he explained, "Instead of having two names, Susan now has three: Susan Pevensie Baker," Peter gestured with his hands to give Amber more understanding of the subject, "And she will be known as Mrs. Susan Baker," he said. Amber nodded, "And if they have a foal," Amber had a tendency to call offspring the way she and her fellows do, "It will also have the last name of Baker?"

Lucy clapped her hands, "Yes!"

"But will it also have the name Pevensie, therefore has three names?"

Peter breathed, "Only as its middle or second name," he said. Amber nodded, "And if the foal has a mate as well?"

"The 'foal' will drop the name of Pevensie, use Baker in its place and his or her new last name, but this rule is optional whether to apply it or not."

Amber sighed. She was trying to understand as much information as she could, "Why doesn't this happen for stallions?"

Lucy shrugged and looked at Peter. The High King shrugged as well, "We men only have one title and that is Mr."

Amber then extended her leg to bow and she smiled, "Thank you for you time, Your Majesties! It is quite clear now!"

Peter bowed as well, "It is a pleasure to share our knowledge with you, Ms. Amber," he winked. Amber smirked and trotted off. Lucy placed her hands childishly on her hips and tugged on Peter's cloak, "Let's get down to business, shall we?" she said. Peter was shocked at his little sister's tone and he kneeled on the floor to be level with her, "What dost thou wish to speak about?" he asked playfully.

Lucy sighed, "Did not you notice how unusual Giovane was acting this evening?"

Peter's eyes dulled under his mask, "No," he said,

"Are you certain?"

"Of course, Lucy!"

"Well, I think otherwise. She was just so… Strange. Besides, how sure are you that that wasn't Aravinia behind the mask?"

Peter's eyes widened at Lucy's sudden conclusion, "Well Giovane told me that Aravinia had already headed back to Argour. She will try to make peace with her father (may she be well on her trip)."

Lucy tried to see the language of Peter's eyes behind his mask but to no avail. She sighed and hugged her big brother, "Just make sure you know what you're doing," she said. Peter smiled and hugged her back, "Fear not, my little queen," he said.

The Celestian, who lied in bed, turned in her sleep. She had not changed into her nightdress. She was still in her masquerade gown. Her tear-stained face was illuminated by the moonlight. Aravinia bent down and gently caressed the girl's messy hair. She felt the delicate detail of Giovane's face. She noticed how cold and damp it was. She noticed how pale and sickly it had become. She noticed how wonderful it was to feast her eyes upon. Aravinia took the ruby gently in her fingers. She carefully held it in front of Giovane's face. Aravinia uttered something under her breath. Her words poured silently from her lips like venom. Soon the ruby began to glow. Faintly at first, and then it began to flame, stronger than it ever had in the past. Giovane began shivering violently. She jerked in her sleep and groaned, a long and agonizing groan. Cold sweat patched her forehead, and she began to look paler than ever. The ruby continued to strengthen what ever power it held. Giovane let out a breath. Her chest rose and fell. And finally, the ruby's light died. Aravinia smiled. Giovane continued shivering and the Agouran caressed her hair. She then straightened up and held the ruby between her fingers. She grinned and hissed. She toyed with the chain and let it rest coldly against her chest, "See, my friend," she whispered at the ruby and looked at Giovane, "I pray thee ill, princess."

Author's Note: So you may dare tell me what I've done wrong… ;)

I never expected that explaining things to that Centaur was going to be SO complicated! haha! I hope I didn't confuse you guys! I don't know who Rose Hepburn, and Louie Baker are. I just made them up so it may be that they're one of my OC's now!

And dahlings, review please! I just love it when you do! (Don't worry, I don't have a ruby around my neck, so I won't harm you! haha!) ;)

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