Chapter 4

A deep rumble filled the Narnian skies as I twisted and turned in bed pushing the tears away. Another restless night for me, I thought. I rose out of bed and left my room. Previously, Peter had shown me the library. Might as well make use of it and keep the thunder of my mind, I thought as I made my way down the dark corridor. The smooth carpet felt soft against my bare feet; my night gown swirled around my knees as my legs carried me to the large chamber.

The door creaked open as I peered from around it. Hmm, there seems to be no one here, I thought. The room was filled with rows and rows of bookshelves as high as the sky. I looked to the ceiling and saw the book bines swirl together as far as my eyes could take me. A small table, covered with parchment sheets and a large ink pot sat in the corner of the room. I walked up and down the rows wondering what book to curl up with as the sound of my feet making a faint thudding sound against the marble. The corner held a small fire roared viciously as I made my way up and down the vast number of shelves. A History of Narnia by Trilian Cor, caught my eye. I picked up the book and walked towards the roaring fire.

The fire had two comfy worn arm chairs either side of the hearth, facing the flame. On top of the mantle, there was a large painting of the castle and the scenery surrounding it. I sat in one of the chairs and began reading A History of Narnia.

The thunder crashed loudly. I felt my eyes water as I willed myself to not cry. "Hey, are you all right?" asked the king, his voice soothing and calming.

"Yeah I'm fine" I said wiping away any treacherous tears. His hand lay on my shoulder as he turned me around to face him. "No you aren't, what's the matter?" he asked again. He took my hand and sat on a large chair, leaving just enough room for me to sit next to him.

"When I was a little girl," I began, "we lived in the country and we were used to the dogs making noises at night. One time the noise was ferociously loud. The hens were clucking and the cows were mooing and there wasn't a single being that could fall asleep. My granddad took his rifle and went outside to see what the commotion was about. About an hour later we heard an ear splitting scream followed by a huge bout of thunder. My dad ran out and found my granddad mauled to death by a vicious creature. Even to this day we could never quite identify what could posses something to kill someone like that." I finished with a fresh batch of tears falling rapidly.

I finally had the courage to look up at him and saw his eyes glistening. "You should have never been allowed to witness something like that. It's cruel and vile. I promise you, that before I die you will know what happened to your Granddad" he vowed with such sincerity in his voice it made me wonder.

"No, I can't let you do that for me. You are the King for god's sake. You have your own worries and troubles."

"I am going to Erin, and you can't stop me." He said and looked deep into my eyes.

Involuntarily, I wrapped my arms around his neck. His arms, around my waist, were strong and yet gentle, the way a man's arms should be. There was strength all through his body, an almost tangible force I felt more intensely with every passing second. He was a warrior, a man's man, the kind of man every mother warned every daughter about. There had been no one to warn me about men like this one, but I had learnt to trust my own instincts, to rely on myself and no one else. And still... I wouldn't push this man away for the world.

AN:

I didnt receive 10 reviews :'(

but i thought i would keep you out of your misery...Its a filler and I will only put Chapter 5 up if you guys give me 10 reviews

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