A/N - SORRY, sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry etc. etc. Life kinda ran away with me a little. I shouldn't really be spending the time uploading this even but I feel soo bad! I should be doing my mountain of notes (the main reason I haven't updated in a loooong time) right now and I'm afraid I can't promise when I will next update but I will try my hardest to make it a much shorter gap. Again, I'm sorry.
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In ammendment to my previous disclaimer thingy;
I don't own anything other then the general storyline and my origional characters (Although if someone will sell me Ben Barnes then I will gladly take him off your hands! I don't care who he is at the time, i'll have him :P)

Chapter 3 – Mistaken Identity

I was dragged roughly from my cage, my wrists and ankles still chained and taken into the Lord Commanders tent. In any other circumstances I would have admired the decoration which, while perhaps a little gaudy for my liking was rather tastefully done considering the location.

"I'll cut to the chase." Said the Lord Commander as he reclined on a throne like chair, his feet on the desk in front of him. "I'm not convinced but some of my men feel you bear a certain resemblance to someone of great importance. All I ask of you is some proof of who you are, or as the case may be, are not. As such, I have devised a little test for you, I don't imagine you're going to just tell me who you are so this is a little more physical."

As he spoke one of his squires brought forwards my weapons and placed them on the ground before me.

"You will shoot for me." The Lord Commander said simply, swinging his feet from the desk in order to lean forwards. "We have here 4 innocent Narnians," he gestured to his left where 2 dwarves, an otter and a large mouse where brought forwards, each of them battered and bloody with swords all around them. "Who will be set free if you complete one small task, fail and I will kill them all before giving you to my men. They could use a bit of cheering up." He finished dismissively.

I looked at each Narnian in turn, my face full of apologetic sympathy because whoever this person of 'great importance' they thought I was, was about to get these 4 Narnians killed. The otter smiled slightly at me, while the 2 dwarves stood impassively and the mouse, the mouse surprised me by nodding, ever so slightly, like he was trying to tell me something, as if there was something prearranged between us.

"All you have to do, is fire 4 arrows, one for each Narnian, at this target." The lord commander rose from his throne and opened one of the side flaps of his tent to reveal a typical archery practice target at least 3 times the distance of a normal practice range from the tent and hardly visible in the dim evening light. The chains from my wrists were removed and I was handed my bow and the first arrow.

I took the items gently from the squire before moving to the centre of the tent to line myself up with the target. I didn't allow myself time to think about the task, taking a deep breathe I raised my bow, pulling back on the string as I did so. There was a silence as the first arrow hit the mark, dead centre on the target. I repeated the process twice more, effectively freeing 3 Narnians before the Lord Commander called a halt on his little show.

"If you don't mind my dear, I would like one bit of proof more of your identity." He unwrapped a length of cloth from around his left wrist and tied it securely around my head, covering my eyes. "Please, continue."

I panicked slightly at this new obstacle. There was no way I could land a bulls-eye blindfolded, but I had to try else one Narnian at least would loose their life over a case of mistaken identity. I slowed my breathing, raised my bow and tried to make everything feel exactly as it had done for the last 3 shots. Finally satisfied I released the bow string and heard the arrow whistle away from me.

Within seconds my bow was snatched from my hands and I was forced to my knees, the blindfold still in place over my eyes.

"So it appears to be true." Said the deep voice of the Lord Commander from somewhere to my right. "She must have the blood of The Marksman Queen, there is no other explanation." Footsteps moved in front of me before the Lord Commander continued. "This gives me considerable leverage over a certain King so it seems my dear that you have a use to me and will be treated with the upmost respect. Put her back where you got her from while I make arrangements."

"Yes my Lord." Echoed a voice on either side of me. My manacles were replaced and I was marched back to my prison blindfolded before being pushed roughly inside with jeers of 'sleep well your majesty'.

I pulled the blindfold from my eyes and sighed heavily. How could they think I was related to Queen Susan the Gentle? My family was noble yes, by first of all I was a Telmarine and Queen Susan had only visited Telmar briefly, not long enough to bear a child and besides I was far too old for that. Unless perhaps High King Peter… no surely not, the timing still wouldn't work and besides, that wouldn't explain my archery skills.

Harriot and his companion moved towards me once again. "Are you alright child?" asked the older man who's name I had yet to learn.

I snapped at him, "I'm not a child! I am a woman grown! And no, I am not alright." I burst into tears, burying my face in my hands.

So there I sat, telling my sorry tale to these two strangers, one of which I didn't even know the name of yet. I told them everything, from joining NUP as Danne right through to my encounter with the Lord Commander and the potentially life threatening idea that I was related to the Kings and Queens of Old.

"So now he thinks that I'm the child of the Marksman Queen or something so he's going to use me as a bargaining chip against King Caspian." I sobbed, wiping my eyes on the back of my grimy hand. "So either I'm going to get killed or The King will be in danger because of me."

Harriot looked to his older companion, "She does have quite a considerable resemblance, you have to admit Ilius."

Ilius nodded his agreement. "I wish there was something we could do to help you, after all, we're fighting on the same side, but while we're stuck in here there's little and less we can do for you."

We sat together, not saying much but quietly enjoying each others company for a few hours more before I was taken once again, long after the sun had set.

"My Queen." Declared the Lord Commander as I was escorted into his tent, "Please take a seat and have something to eat." He said as he gestured to a chair next to a small table of food.

I sat, wary of his intentions and picked an apple from the table, taking a small bite.

"Are you not hungry my Queen? I promise you the food is not poisoned, after all, what good would you be to me dead?" he picked a grape from the bunch placed at the middle of the table and popped it into his mouth as a means of proof.

I took another bite of the apple, larger this time as the sense of his statement hit me. If he was going to ransom me to King Caspian he'd certainly get a better price for me alive rather then dead.

"Now," the Lord Commander clapped his hands together, "While you eat, we have business to attend to. You must be cleaned and dressed appropriately, of course we will need to keep you contained somehow, perhaps the irons shall stay for the time being." He began to trail off slightly as he motioned for his attendants to begin their work.

I was taken into a separate area of the tent, stripped to the skin and scrubbed so hard I turned a bright shade of pink. Next came the clothes, a Telmarine noble dress, much like I had worn before to public occasions and weddings back home. Of course, such clothing is completely impractical for fighting or running so when it came time for my restraints to be fitted I was left without chains on my ankles but my skill with a bow meant it was too dangerous to leave my wrists loose.

While all this was happening the Lord Commander told me of his plans to lure king Caspian into retrieving me at which point a trap would be sprung and the King either captured or killed, the Lord Commander didn't appear to be overly fussy about that detail.

"So all you have to do my sweet Lady is to keep your mouth shut and stay where you are put." I nodded my agreement, having every intention to warn the King of the plan, even if it meant my life was forfeited in the process.

Since I was now so finely dressed, at a considerable cost to the Lord Commander I gathered, I was no longer destined to spend the night outside in the makeshift cell. Although the idea of a comfortable, warm bed was tempting, I'd rather have spent the night shivering on the floor in my cage next to Harriot and Ilius.

Morning came too soon and the Lord Commander was determined to put his plan into action as quickly as possible. As such he dressed four of his own men in Loyalist uniform and freed my new found friends from their cell to act as unarmed guides to King Caspian when the news would be broken of my capture.

As Harriot and Ilius left the camp with their disguised captures Ilius turned back as if to mock the men watching him leave, but in amongst his jeers, for which I'm sure he received punishment from his guards, there was an unmistakable nod of understanding directed to me.