Okay, this is probably going to be the quickest that I will ever update, but I was in the writing mood and I didn't want to lose it. My Spring Break is also over, so I decided to get out one more chapter before I started back to school.

I hope you guys liked the last chapter. I haven't gotten any feedback from it, so I am hoping. I know it may not have been the best, and truthfully, I wasn't 100% happy with it, but I wasn't sure how to write it another way.

Important: If you have already read this chapter, then just skip to the bottom because I have an important announcement.

Disclaimer: I don't own the Chronicles of Narnia

Careful What You Wish For

Chapter Sixteen: A Good Morning Goes Bad

"You know that you need to tell their majesties about what happened," Striker said, sitting beside the door.

"I know. I know." I sighed, running my fingers through my hair.

It was the day after the ball, around late morning. Aside from my confrontation with the Tisorc, nothing else had happened for the rest of the night. Thank God, or I guess it would be thank Aslan. I was currently hiding out in my room.

Really brave, huh?

I knew that I needed to go tell at least one monarch of what happened last night, but to be completely honest, I didn't want to because I didn't want to cause them any inconvenience. I had been unable to keep my mouth shut, and, once again, I landed myself in hot water.

Letting out a grunt, I flopped onto the bed. "This day just started, and I want it to be over already."After laying on my bed for another five minutes, I sat up. "Okay, enough hiding. Let's go tell someone."

"If it makes you feel better, you did not do anything wrong," Striker said, walking beside me. Thankfully, he didn't add anything else to that sentence.

"Excuse me," I said, stopping a passing guard. "Do you happen to know where any of the monarchs are?"

"King Peter, King Caspian and King Edmund are currently in a meeting. Queen Susan is at the training yard with Lady Jennifer and Sir Cody. Queen Lucy is in the library." I was a little surprised at the fact that the guard knew where every single monarch was. However, I nodded my thanks before hurrying away, Striker following close behind.

"I am going to go talk to Lucy," I told Striker, making my way to the library "You don't have to constantly follow me, you know." Striker just gave me a look saying that I was completely crazy.

"You were just threatened by the Tisorc, one of the meanest people here, and you are actually telling me that I don't have to follow you?" the tone in his voice clearly showed his disapproval. "I am not leaving you until we get this figured out. There are other guards that can cover my shifts."

"Thanks, Striker."

Arriving at the library, I pushed open the doors and looked around. I quickly spotted Lucy's head poking above one of the couches in front of the fire.

Hearing my approaching footsteps, Lucy turned her head. "Oh, hello, Christine." She gave me a beaming smile, placing the book she had been reading aside.

Taking a seat beside her, I tried to calm myself a bit. I had no idea why I was so nervous. Taking a deep breath, I looked at Lucy, who was now looking at me with concerned look on her face. "I may have done something pretty idiotic."

"What is it?" she asked, turning to give me her full attention.

"Last night at the ball, I was sitting down, giving my feet a rest, when the Tisorc sat down beside me. He pretty much told me that I needed to stay away from Edmund because apparently his daughter, Assiya, is going to marry him. I had asked him, in a not to kind voice, if Edmund knew about this. That is when he tried to intimidate me, and told me that he didn't like what a nuisance I was being. Then he said that he was sure that I didn't want anything happening 'to my pretty face'. I asked him if that was supposed to be a threat, and he told me that it was a promise. Now, I really hate being told who I can interact with, and I let my anger get the better of me. I told him that he was just going to have to keep that promise then because I wasn't going to stay away from Edmund."

Having completed my short tale, I looked down at my hands, to ashamed to see Lucy's face. After a few moments of silence, I glanced up to see why Lucy wasn't saying anything. Her face was tense, mouth pinched into a thin line and eyes showed a little fire.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to cause such a problem." I said, looking at my hands again.

"Oh, Christine," Lucy said, giving me a quick hug. "This is not your fault, and I am not mad at you. I am mad that the Tisorc would demand that you stay away from my brother. I am even more upset about the fact that he threatened you." She rose from her chair. "Come. We need to tell Susan. Caspian and my brothers are in a meeting, so we shall tell them later"

"So, you aren't even a little annoyed at the fact that I said something really stupid?" I couldn't help but ask as we walked with Striker.

"No." she paused. "I will admit that it was not the smartest thing to do, but from what I have seen of you, and how well I know you, you do not take someone trying to bully you very well. That is how the Tisorc gets his way. He bullies people, so I cannot blame you for saying what you did." Lucy smiled. "Between you and me, both Peter and Edmund, but mostly Peter, have said things far worse to the Tisroc."

Hearing that made me feel much better. At least I wasn't the only one who didn't put up with him. "Well, I can see Peter saying something, but Edmund? He seems like such a level headed person when dealing with other royals."

"He is, most of the time, but there are some things that you do not threaten Edmund with. It just does not go over well. Trust me when I say, you do not want to see my brothers when they are really mad."

"I don't think I would want to see what any of you guys are like when you are mad. Susan can hit anything dead on with her bow, and Peter, Edmund and Caspian are really skilled at swords." I looked at Lucy, seeing her looking at me. "I haven't seen you fight yet, but I'm sure you are also a force to be reckoned with. After all, Aslan wouldn't give you the title Queen Lucy the Valiant for nothing."

"Well, it has been a while since I've actually had to do it, but I am quite good at throwing daggers." I felt like my eyes were about to pop out of my head. Lucy laughed, spotting my expression. "What?"

"I just never pictured you as the type to throw daggers. I thought you would do bow and arrows like Susan."

Lucy smiled. "I think that having someone underestimate you is the biggest mistake that person can make. You know, don't judge a book by its cover."

"That is so true." I smiled too. "As for the dagger throwing, that is definitely something I would pay to see." Lucy just smiled, shaking her head.

Stepping outside, we made our way to the training grounds. I could see Susan, Jenn and Cody close to the archery area. I also spotted the Tisorc dueling with someone, and that someone looked to be taking a beating. My heart went out to the poor person that had to be his practice dummy.

"Good morning, Christine," Susan greeted me, before looking to watch Jenn hit a bulls eye. "Wonderful shot, Jenn. You are really improving."

"Thanks, Susan." Jenn said, notching another arrow. "Morning, Lucy. Morning, Tina."

"Morning, Jenn." Lucy and I said.

"We missed you at breakfast this morning, Christine," Susan said.

"I wasn't hungry," I said, watching Jenn let fly another arrow. This one wasn't quite a bulls eye, but very close.

"Hey, Chris, want to come do a little sparring with me?" Cody asked, standing up. "I need to do something, and Jenn is hogging the bow and arrows." He threw Jenn a teasing grin, with which she stuck her tongue out at him.

"Sure, but try not to stab me."

"Sure," Cody said before we turned and walked to the training ground. Striker was busy talking with Lucy and Susan. They were talking too quietly for me to pick up what they were saying.

"What's the matter with you?" Cody asked, once we reached the armory, retrieving the wooden swords.

"What makes you think anything is the matter?"

He just raised his eyebrows. "Well, for one, you just deflected the question, and two, you have a sense of doom and gloom about you. Now spill."

I silently cursed that I was so easy to read and that Cody was actually having a perceptive day. "I may have challenged the Tisroc, after he threatened me."

Cody stopped dead in his tracks. "He what?!" He said it so loud that some people were giving us strange looks.

"Would you keep it down?" I hissed. Looking towards the training area, I saw that the Tisorc was still there. Crap. "Come on, let's go practice in the other training area." The other one was on the other side of field.

Looking to where I was looking, I saw Cody's expression change. His face currently held determination, and right now, I knew that wasn't good.

"No, Cody, don't-" but he was already jogging towards the Tisorc.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

Picking up my dress, I raced after him, trying to catch him before he did something stupid.

"Cody, don't do this," I said, grabbing onto this arm once I caught up to him at the fence. He just shook me off before hopping the fence.

Cody's Point of View

Shaking off Christine's hand, I hopped the fence so that I could get at the Tisroc. My blood was steaming. You never, ever threaten Jenn or Christine.

'You can't hit him' whispered the little logical voice inside my head. I knew that I couldn't hit him, unless he hit me. Oh, I hoped he would hit me.

"What is this I hear about you threatening my friend?" I asked, marching up to the Tisorc. He turned to face me, dismissing his opponent, wearing the biggest sneer I've ever seen. Oh, how I wanted to wipe that look off his face.

"It is not nice to go around spouting false accusations, boy."

I narrowed my eyes. "Are you calling Chris a liar?"

"Cody, just let it go." I heard Christine say from beside me.

I ignored her, focusing of the Tisorc. From the moment I met him, I've never liked him.

"I call them like I see them," he said, shooting Christine a rather nasty look. I stepped up to him so that we were standing toe to toe.

"And why would she need to lie about that?" I hissed, balling my hands into fists.

The Tisorc smirked, and spoke low enough for only Christine and I to hear. "Maybe because she fancies King Edmund, and wants to drive a wedge between him and Assiya?"

"Well, from what I've seen, Edmund doesn't fancy your daughter at all, and Chris would be way better for him than Assiya anyways." I smirked, feeling a little satisfaction at being able to get under the Tisorc's skin. He was so mad, that I could see a vein throbbing in his forehead. "But then, I can't blame her for the way she acts. After all, it was how she was raised."

BAM!

Stumbling back, I felt blood start to poor from my nose as pain blossomed around it. Surprised, I stared as the Tisorc charged towards me, trying to clear my vision of the tears that had just formed. I felt something slam into the side of me, knocking out of the ragging Tiosrc's path. As if in slow motion, I watched as the Tisorc's fist made contact with Christine's face, sending her stumbling.

I felt any control I had left, snap. Jumping to my feet, I ran at the Tisorc. The only thing going through my head was that I wanted to hurt him. However, before I could land a hit, something else knocked me to the ground, and pinned me to the ground.

"What is Aslan's name is going on here?!" yelled a voice to my left. Looking, I saw Peter and Caspian standing on the other side of the fence, both looking severely pissed off. Looking up, I saw a leopard.

"I will only let you up if you are calm," the leopard said.

"I will be," I said before sitting up. I saw that Edmund was standing in front of the Tisorc, sword drawn. That's when I noticed that the Tisorc also had his sword in his hand.

"Here," a voice said. Looking, I saw Chris beside me, holding a piece of cloth. "Stop your nose bleed."

Taking the cloth, I pressed it to my nose, wincing when it made contact. Yup, my nose was no doubt broken.

Edmund's Point of View

"I am glad that the meeting did not go on long because it is too nice of a day to be cramped inside," I commented, enjoying the last few warm days of summer.

"It was a discussion about a little piece of river, how long did you expect it to take?" Caspian asked. Peter and I burst out laughing, which caused Caspian to give us a funny look.

"Well, the last time we had a discussion about 'a little piece of river', it took five hours to settle."

"But that was mostly because the two beavers couldn't come to an agreement," Peter said.

A leopard, Sparticus, suddenly appeared in front of us.

"Pardon the intrusion, your majesties," Sparticus said, bowing, "but their seems to be some trouble by the swordmanship area."

Looking towards the area, I saw that the Tisorc, Cody and Christine were all standing close together. It looked like there was an agreement going on. Keeping my eyes on the trio, we made our way to the area. We started to sprint when the Tisorc punched Cody in the face. Nearing the area, I saw the Tisorc punch Christine in the face when she tried to help Cody. As she went stumbling, I saw him pick up his sword. Jumping over the fence, I pulled my own sword, and placed the tip in front of the Tisorc's face. Not looking away from the Tisorc, I heard Peter ask what was going on.

"Lower your sword," I said, voice low. "Now."

Sheathing his sword, the Tisorc raised his hands a bit. "I was only trying to defend myself after these two came at me."

I narrowed my eyes. "That's not what I saw. You threw the first hit."

"That bastard came up to me throwing around accusations and questioning my daughter's upbringing," he spat, pointing a finger to where Cody and Christine stood.

I could see that Cody was holding a cloth to his nose, and there was a bruise already forming below Christine's eye. Feeling anger, I quickly sheathed my sword before I did something I would regret.

"Watch your mouth," Caspian snapped.

"What exactly were these accusations?" Peter asked, coming to stand in the arena.

"They came up to me, saying that I had threatened the lady's wellbeing, which is completely false." The Tisorc crossed his arms in annoyance. "I deserve an apology."

I turned to face Christine and Cody, both were practically steaming at the ears. "Is this true?"

"Yes and no," Christine said, glaring at the Tisorc. "Yes, we said that he had threatened me, and no, it is not false."

"And for what reason would I have to threaten you?" the Tisorc took a step forward, but kept his voice light. I matched his step, keeping myself between him and Christine.

"Because you want your daughter to marry Edmund," Christine said, crossing her arms. "And you thought I was going to get in the way of that."

I glared at the Tisroc, frowning when he started to laugh.

"Oh, I would love to see you prove this." He sneered at her before looking at me. "You are the Just King, therefore, you know that without proof, this is just a he said she said thing."

I felt my glare intensify a bit. "Yes. I know that." I was angry now. I turned to face Christine, and I noticed that Jenn, Lucy, Susan and Striker had joined us. "Christine, do you have any way to prove that he threatened you?"

"I heard everything he said to her, your majesty," Striker said, coming forward and bowing. "He did indeed threaten Lady Christine if she didn't stay away from you."

"Thank you, Striker." I said, nodding at the tiger before turning to look at my brother. He nodded his head, already knowing what I was going to say. I turned to face the Tisorc. "You have until this evening to collect your family, and be out of the palace."

The Tisorc's mouth fell open in outrage. "You can't kick me out!"

"We can, and we are." Peter said, coming to stand beside me. "You are no longer welcome here. You threatened one of our subjects, you threaten us. Pack your stuff and be gone by this evening."

Looking at us, the Tisorc smirked. "Fine. We will leave." With that, he turned and made his way back to the palace, Striker and Sparticus following him.

Running a hand through my hair, I couldn't help but ask Aslan how a good day can go bad so quickly.

Christine's Point of View

Watching the Tisorc walk away, I let out a quiet breath before turning to inspect Cody's nose. It was swollen and turning blue. Judging by the angle, it looked broken.

"Why did you try to help me?" Cody asked, "Did you lose your common sense."

"No, it just went to look for yours."

We stared at each other before bursting out laughing. This seemed to break most of the tension.

"You two need a nice padded cell to stay in. Maybe then you can keep out of trouble," Jenn said, coming to examine Cody's face. She was smiling though.

"I can heal those with my cordial," Lucy said.

"Mine is just going to be a bruise, so don't waste it," I said, "but you should probably heal Cody's."

"I'm fine," he said. Jenn raised her eyebrows, before lightly flicking him on the nose. He made a sound of pain, covering his nose. "Yes, you do need it." Cody grumbled a bit, but nodded.

Making our way back inside, I couldn't help but think that this must be some kind of record. It wasn't even the afternoon yet, and the day had taken a sour turn already.

So, that is the next chapter. I decided to put more action in it, since my story seems to be lacking in that department a lot. For that I apologize, but I swear there was a reason for this chapter, and all the others.

Anyways, thanks for reading.

IMPORTANT NOTE

Hello, to all my lovely readers. So, I wasn't sure how to make this announcement, as putting another chapter just for an author's note is against the rules, so I just decided to just put it at the end of this chapter.

Anyways, I am seriously considering rewriting this entire story. I feel like I could do a much better job at writing this out then what I have been. Thus, I reread what I've posted, and I've found things that just don't sit with me. I've also found some things that weren't consistent, and I just didn't like other aspects.

I would also like to apologize for not updating in over a month. My reason for this is that I've had midterms this whole time, and they have taken up all my time.

Anyways, thank you for reading this.

May He bless you always.

Sweet Country Girl