This was starting to get a little out of hand.
She was out in the courtyard, alone with the Telmarine Prince, one of the nobles who'd been desperately vying for her hand. A little too aggressively, she should think.
She'd kept her distance. Acting coy. Playing hard to get. She didn't really like him, was only playing with fire. It was all just fun and games.
Until it wasn't.
Until he grabbed her by the wrists and pressed her against the stone wall.
"Please, sir, this is highly inappropriate." She let out a nervous laugh, her heart beginning to thunder in her chest.
His hold tightened with desire.
"My sweet Queen, I've long since admired you..."
She winced at the hiss of his voice in her ear.
"We need to maintain a sense of propriety." She reminded him, a sweet smile plastered on her face to hide her rising panic.
Guard. Guard...Where is my guard?
She'd sent him out to fetch her umbrella, for it was starting to rain, and he still hadn't returned.
The Prince wasn't backing off, though she gently tried to push him away.
"Susan..." His snaky hand slid up her arm, his other around her waist.
The sound of her name, something so intimate and personal, coming from his vile mouth.
Anger started to rise up in her.
A little out of hand...Right. This was getting completely out of control.
"I'm sorry, I have to leave..." She tried to be more forceful, to pull away from him. She had always been rather strong, from years of training and battle. But she couldn't make him budge.
He was inching closer and closer.
All too late, she realized playing with fire was going to get her burned.
She felt a scream bubbling up from inside of her, making it's way up her throat. She opened up her mouth to let it out when-
"Ah, there you are, Your Highness. I have your umbrella, just as you've requested."
He'd gotten there just in time.
Just in time to place a sturdy grip on the Telmarine's shoulder and purposefully wedge his way in-between them.
"I believe you have overstayed your welcome." He addressed the Prince in a lowered voice. He could feel the Queen slip away from behind, done with her act, stepping off stage, escaping behind the curtain.
The Prince scowled, taking a step back.
"I don't see what the problem-"
"Her majesty is tired and in need of rest." The guard interrupted. He checked to see if she had completely gone, and, seeing that the coast was clear, proceeded to shatter the Prince's jaw with a good uppercut.
The Telmarine flew back, landing hard on the floor, writhing in pain.
"You should think twice before choosing to harass a lady, especially a Queen of Narnia. Pack up your belongings. I shall have you escorted out immediately." He said with deadly calm before stepping away to go find the Queen.