Hello again, thanks for staying tuned for the next instalment of 'The Call'. I hope you liked the last chapter, as it was one of my favourites. This chapter is full of funny, romance parts, along with some embarrassing moments.

I am really enjoying writing this story and I already have some future ideas for the story.

As I said in the last one, I will feature you in a chapter if you send me a name that is already Narnian, Calormen, Terebinthian or Telmarine. Otherwise, send me a name and your preferred country and I will try to make a name up for you. Adding onto that, please tell me which creature you would like to be.

Thanks once more to:

FelipeMarcusThomas

Summer-haze-11 (Now called Dark-Side-Of-Sweetness)

Noel Ardnek

Zoa-lii

Eldest fangirl

Alyss Madigan

I do not own Narnia or any of the characters that belong to the story – they belong to C.S Lewis and no financial profit is made from this story.

Henceforth with the sixth instalment of my beloved transcript 'The Call'.

Enjoy...

Recap:

I turned around and saw a man walking towards me, with the sun behind him, meaning I couldn't see his face.

"Alena," he said, reaching towards me.

That voice, it can't be him, can it?

My body reacted instantly and not to my mind, by reaching my own arm out to grab his hand. Before our fingers brushed, a lion roared somewhere in the back of my mind.

I awoke with a start and found myself staring into a pair of brown eyes.

"Edmund!" I exclaimed.

I was so startled, that I jumped back and got stuck in the covers. As I tried to stand up, Edmund dashed off and around the bed. Because we were both still experiencing head-rush, he stood too close to me, meaning I tried to take a step back, but my feet were caught in the blankets and I fell forwards. Edmund wasn't prepared for me to fall, so when I toppled into him, we both fell onto the marble floor. I landed on top of him with my legs either side of his waist and my hands on his chest.

The door burst open and the four other monarchs, who must have been waiting on the other side of the marble, rushed in upon hearing my cry and the thud that sounded out when Edmund and I landed on the floor.

"Ahem," Peter coughed, raising his eyebrows at the position that Edmund and I were in.

My cheeks stained a light pink as Edmund and I scrambled to our feet.

The monarchs looked at us with questioning, and in three cases (the Telmarine King and the two Queens) amusement.

"She jumped when she woke," Edmund started.

"I got caught in the bed sheets," I added.

"She fell onto me."

"I fell onto him."

The last two we stated at the same time.

Susan and Lucy exchanged a knowing smirk, whilst Caspian looked amused and Peter looked annoyed.

"I guess, well then, now you're awake, we need to discuss the punishment of Lady Cecilia," Peter stated formally.

I faltered, unable to discuss this topic. I wanted to give Lady Cecilia an opportunity to like me, not hate me even more.

"I don't know what to say," I choked out.

"Well, you won't have to, as there is a Royal Court, today, at high noon," Caspian said.

"What?" I squeaked.

Now Lady Cecilia had a perfect reason to hate me.

"Why?"

"She forced herself upon Edmund, a King of Narnia, and then she struck out at you, a Lady of the court and our guest," Lucy said.

"Yes, but I'd rather not choose her punishment," I admitted.

Peter ran a hand over his eyes, before exhaling deeply.

"Fine, you won't have to join us in court. Susan, Lucy, will you two take Alena out to the market and do whatever you girls do in your free time?"

"Don't worry Peter, we'll look after her," Susan nodded.

"Splendid, well, I fancy some breakfast," Caspian stated joyously.

"Breakfast? But it was only two hours before noon when Edmund and I were headed to the Great Hall. How long was I out for?" I asked, confused.

"Two days," Susan informed me.

"And in that time, Edmund's been worried suck about you," Lucy grinned.

"Lucy," Edmund hissed.

Before an argument broke out, Peter broke the silence.

"Let's head down to the dining hall, I expect the rest of the court will already be there."

Four of the five monarchs filed out of the room, but Peter stayed. As I was about to walk past him, he caught my elbow with his hand.

"Yes, Peter?" I asked as I spun round to face him.

"I am sincerely sorry for taking out my anger on you and throwing you in the dungeon four days back. It was unnecessary of me, and I do hope you will forgive me?" he apologised.

It was a little too short and shallow for my liking, but I guessed that was the best anyone could get to Peter fully apologising to them.

"Of course, your majesty," I nodded.

He gave me a nod back, and we walked into the hallway, him holding the door open for me. I got the distinct impression, by the way he walked with his head held high, he was proud for the apology and a weight had been taken off his shoulders.

When we arrived in the hall, the court, as Peter had stated earlier, were already there. I hesitated when the court turned to look at the monarchs with respect and me with wonder and distrust in their eyes.

Lucy ignored my hesitation, wound her arm through mine and lead me to the table at the far end of the hall, where there were six free seats.

I sat on Edmund's left, with Lucy next to me, and Susan opposite her. Peter and Caspian sat opposite Edmund and I, with Caspian seated beside Susan.

The other people (well, Narnians) on the table stared at me with utter astonishment on their faces.

"Your highness," an elderly Faun spoke from beside Caspian. "Who is this?"

"Lord Woodhope, this is Lady Alena, she is staying with us as Aslan sent her. Alena, this is Lord Woodhope, our head advisor and a valuable member of the court," Caspian introduced us.

I gave a smile to the Faun, who just turned back to another Faun to talk.

"Excuse me, your majesties, but I believe that is my chair," the sweet voice of Lady Cecilia ran out.

"It was your chair, it is now where Lady Alena's sits for public meals," Caspian stated formally.

Lady Cecilia's mouth opened and shut as her brain processed the words.

"But I have always sat there."

"Actually, you sat to the right of Edmund, not the left, so Edmund is actually in your seat," Lucy pointed out.

"Are you going to complain now?" Edmund asked her.

Lady Cecilia hesitated before replying.

"No, your majesties, I hope you have a nice meal."

She curtseyed once before making her way over to one of the other tables.

"Well, that was awkward," Edmund, chortled, making me giggle.

"It was," Lucy, laughed, with the rest of us. "Apple, Alena?"

"Thank you," I took one of the apples Lucy held out to me in a golden basket.

A moment of silence passed, well, if you discount the sound of everyone eating and metal cutlery clanging gently together.

"So, when we go into town, we can go to the dressmaker's and get you fitted and buying some new dresses," Susan said.

"We can also visit the bookstore, I'm in need of some new reading material," Lucy exclaimed happily.

"Lucy," Susan reprimanded, as Narnians around us were startled by Lucy's tone. "That is why we have a library."

"But I have read almost all the good books in the library," Lucy complained.

"What do you think Alena?" Susan turned to me.

"I don't mind your majesty," I said.

"Oh, none of this 'your majesty' or 'your highness', just call us by our names, after all, you'll be staying with us for a while," Lucy smiled.

"Of course, I expect that you treat us how you treat your friends, back in..." Peter trailed off and I realised I hadn't told them where I was from.

"I'm from Alcester," I replied. "England."

"Very well, you title, after all' one who lives in the court and castle must have a title to live by, shall be Lady Alena of Alcester," Caspian nodded.

I smiled and felt like I was settling in at least.

"Alena," I turned to look at Edmund. "Why did you jump when you woke? Was it something to do with your dream?"

"I was visited by Aslan," I admitted.

The monarchs turned silent and looked at me.

"What did her say?"

"I'm not sure if I should say..."

"That's true, Aslan prefers the rest of us to figure it out ourselves," Lucy nodded.

As we finished breakfast, Peter stood up.

"Ed, Caspian, we'll need to get ready for the discussion on how the treaties are working," he said.

As Caspian and Edmund stood up, Edmund placed his hand over mine.

"Enjoy your day with Lucy and Susan," looking directly into my eyes.

"Thank you, and enjoy your meeting," I replied, realising how deep his brown eyes were.

He smiled at me, before leaving the table with the other Kings.

As he walked away, I noticed how handsome he looked wearing a pair of tight grey trousers, black boots, a black and silver tunic and a silver crow atop his dark brown locks. Also, he butt looked cute.

"Enjoying the site, Alena?" Susan asked me.

"Mhm," I agreed, smiling.

In the few seconds after, my brain processed Susan's question and my answer.

"Wait, wait, wait, wait! I mean, what do you mean?" I tried to cover up my slip.

The two sisters' exchanged a knowing smirk.

"We mean Edmund," Lucy clarified.

"I wouldn't know, after all, he is your brother."

One day, those two will kill me.

"Yes, but we saw the looks you were giving him," Susan grinned.

"You know what? How about we got into town. I have a sudden urge to buy dresses," I stood up quickly.

Susan and Lucy were laughing at me as I stalked out of the hall with the two closely behind me.

We rode out of the castle gates on horseback, leaving the guards behind. Susan had been kind enough to lend me a silver cloak to match my deep blue dress. My blonde hair hung in ringlets down my back and they blew in the wind as we trotted into town.

We trotted throughout the town, smiling at the citizens as we rode past them, until we came upon a little cottage that had been converted into a shop. In the window stood three mannequins with dresses on them

"Here we are," Susan said as she dismounted. "Madame Stoneledge's Dress Emporium."

Lucy and I followed suit and tied the horses to a wooden post outside the shop.

As Susan pushed the wooden door open, a bell tinkled, signalling our arrival.

"Who is it?" a young voice called out.

"Just us, Madame Stoneledge," Susan replied.

A woman wearing a black dress, with a pair of spectacle balanced on her nose and her grey hair in a bun walked in from around the back of the shop.

"My dears look at the two of you," she exclaimed happily, striding towards the siblings. "You look more beautiful each time you walk through my doors. Hazel, the Queens are back."

Lucy and Susan smiled at the old woman as she fussed over them. There was another rustle and a girl who looked to be the same age as Susan stepped out from the back. She had her ginger hair pulled into a messy bun, showing off her pale skin and green eyes. She had a dusting of freckles over the bridge of her nose and her cheekbones, but it added to her beauty. She was wearing a simple green and cream dress, made of a thick cloth of some sort.

"Hazel," Susan smiled.

She embraced the girl lightly, but Lucy just about floored the poor girl in her excitement. As the Queens were reuniting with their friend, Madame Stoneledge turned her gaze on me.

"And who are you, my dear?"

"This is Lady Alena of Alcester," Susan introduced. "She is a friend of ours."

"Oh, any friends of the Queens are welcome here."

"On that topic, you remember Lady Cecilia?" Lucy spoke up. "Well, can you ban her from the store? She forced herself upon my brother, Edmund, and then caused Alena a head injury."

"Mark my words; she won't take another step inside my shop. Now, what're you here for?"

"Alena is in need of some dresses, so we've bought her to be fitted."

"Well then, follow me my dear. Hazel, will you help Susan and Lucy in finding the right material for Alena's skin tone?" Madame Stoneledge said. "Alena, sweetie, come here and stand on this podium."

The next three hours were absolute hell for me. Madame Stoneledge was taking my measurements, whilst Lucy, Susan and Hazel flitted about the shop and me, holding up different fabrics, trying to see if they suited me. Then, once they had found some, Madame Stoneledge began to create the dresses. At the end of it all, I left the shop with four new dresses, and a promise to visit Hazel and Madame Stoneledge in the emporium, and, when the time comes, to allow them to create my wedding dress. I thought it was too soon to plan, but the elderly woman brushed it off with a mumbled '...it's never too soon...'

Susan sent a few maids up to the castle with all of our dresses (Lucy and Susan were picking up some ordered dresses for them). I smiled as we mounted the horses, feeling like I was creating one big family.

There you go, chapter six of 'The Call'

Dark-Side-Of-Sweetness: I explained in another PM why you couldn't be the Dressmaker, but I hope you are happy with Hazel. Remember, she will pop up more in the story.

If you would like a character named after you, just PM me with the name or send it in a review.

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