Hey there! Here's my sixth chapter and I hope it doesn't disappoint anyone :)

It took some time for me to write this chapter and it was the most difficult one to write so far. Since I began writing the story I was inventing it as I wrote, but with the end of the previous chapter it reached that point where you have to make a scheme and really create a plot.

Now I finally have a general idea of what this story is about and where I'm heading. The end is still in discussion, and if anyone has an idea or some suggestions, pleaso don't doubt and let me know! Even if it is an idea that has nothing to do with the end, I might as well consider adding it to the story :)

This chapter is around 1, 750 words long.

So with no more delay, here's the story...

Chapter 6

"A queen and a castle"

They were walking around in a marketplace from Tediaren in order to buy some bread, cheese, fruits…anything to eat. At first the plan was to ride straight to Cair Paravel after Fevian bought Bridget the olive dress, but instead of doing that, the instant the prince heard her stomach grumble he also insisted on buying her something to eat.

The prince was interestingly looking around in the marketplace, but the girl was walking besides him absently, distracted by her thoughts.

Narnia had a queen named Susan once.

Those words really hammered her ears as Bridget heard them and they kept repeating themselves over and over again inside her head.

After they finished buying a couple apples and a small piece of a cheese that smelled deliciously good, they mounted again on the prince's horse and headed to Cair Paravel.

They were riding rather slow, so she could allow herself to eat comfortably on the horse instead of running the risk of her choking with the food if they were galloping.

She thought the prince could be annoying sometimes and too cheeky for her comfort, but she had to admit he was quickly becoming the most thoughtful person she had ever met.

"Thank you for the food" Bridget said, after she finished probably the best cheese she had ever eaten "And the dress… I'm sorry you had to spend your money on me. You should know that if I had any chance to get money here, I would pay you right back…"

"Don't worry, it was a pleasure" he simply answered, with a smile.

After some hesitation on whether she should bring up the topic she had in mind or not she just whispered: "Fevian…"

"Yes?"

"Before, when we were in Tediaren, and we were talking about the unusual names of my… land… you said that Susan was a normal name here in Narnia, becau-"

"Because we had a queen named Susan once. Yes, I said that" he then turned his head a little to see her straight into the eyes "You sound concerned about it. What is the matter?"

"Tell me about this queen, please"

"All right" he said, and then continued talking:

Queen Susan reigned over Narnia many, many years ago, more than I can even know. She was one of the Queens of Old and she is almost a lost and antique legend, but we all Narnians know she was real.

She was known here as the Gentle queen, for her kindness. She was also very famous because it is told that she was the most beautiful woman, not only in Narnia, but in the world. There even was a war against Tashbaan because Rabadash, the son of the Tisroc wanted to force her to marry him, but that is another story…

It is told that Queen Susan was not a native of Narnia, but a foreigner from the land of Spare Oom. She and her other three siblings, the High King Peter, King Edmund and Queen Lucy saved our land from the White Witch and brought spring back to Narnia.

They disappeared for over a millennium but were summoned back to Narnia by an ancestor of mine, the great king Caspian X and together fought against the Telmarines, who were led by the ruthless king Miraz. That was a dark time when the Telmarines were not one with the Narnians as we are now and they were a terrible threat to them.

Queen Susan the Gentle was a very brave woman and I've heard she was the best archer in all Narnia.

But then, out of the sudden, she disappeared and never came back…

"I am aware this is a very poor way of telling the story of one of the greatest queens Narnia has ever had" he said apologetically "but I've never been gifted with the ability of being a good story teller, that's an ability that rarely runs in my fami-"

"It can't be…" Bridget whispered very soft, so Fevian wouldn't hear, but the ears of the prince were as sharp as his tongue and he did listen to her.

"Is something wrong, my lady?" he stopped the horse and turned to look at her and saw shock painted all over he face.

On any other occasion she would have yelled at him for calling her my lady, once again, but she was thinking of more important things at the moment. Besides, she was now beginning to understand that really was a habit hard to die for him, since he was a prince and he was raised and educated to treat women politely.

Then with an obvious note of concern he asked: "What is wrong, Bridget?"

Oh, my God! It can't be!

But it was way too obvious: Queen Susan, the Gentle, was no other woman than her own mother, the woman she had called crazy, lunatic, insane… for telling so fervently stories of a magical land that didn't exist… But now it seemed that destiny really was enjoying the task of proving her wrong: She used to believe Narnia didn't exist, and there she was. She didn't actually think king Caspian was real, and Fevian had just spoken about him and it turned out he was a descendant of him!

Also, all the time her mother told her and her sisters about the kings and queens of Narnia, Bridget always used to imagine her mother named them liker her dead siblings in their honor, like if it was a way for her to remember them by. But no, it turned out they really were the kings and queens of Narnia! Otherwise why would Fevian know the names of her uncle Peter, uncle Ed and aunt Lucy? And another madness was that she ended up in that awful land of strange things and fantasy because she blew a bloody horn! The same bloody horn she had inside one of the pockets from the dress Fevian bought her.

"Bridget…" the prince said, but received no answer. She was deeply sunken in her thoughts "Bridget… Bee!"

The girl looked straight into his chocolate eyes and felt she was about to faint. She had just realized too many things in a very short amount of time.

"I'm sorry" she whispered "I'm feeling a little dizzy. It happens to me sometimes, but I will be fine in a couple of minutes. Don't worry"

He stared at her for a quite some time. The prince of Narnia was no fool, he knew there was something going on with this strange girl sitting next to him and it wasn't just dizziness. He would have insisted on what was going on, but he didn't want to pester and be a nuisance to her because she truly did seem dizzy and paler than she normally was.

If this girl thought she was making a fool out of him, she was wrong. She didn't want to tell him the truth about what was bothering her and making her feel so uneasy. And he believed Bridget thought he hadn't yet noticed she was always hiding something in one pocket.

But he understood. They had just met for a day, there was no way she was going to trust him right away and neither would he trust her so fast. But she appeared to be a good person and an innocent young woman.

He was sure, though, we would learn all the truth about her soon.

"Breathtaking" wasn't a word that was even close to describing what an extraordinary sight Cair Paravel was. Bridget had never seen anything like it before and she never dreamed she would one day.

Bridget thought Narnia wasn't such a great place, but she had to admit seeing the beautiful castle of Cair Paravel had already made worth the travel to that world.

It stood high and mighty on an island very close to the rest of the continent that was Narnia. A huge bridge joined both lands and when they were crossing it, Bridget felt it was impossible to keep her mouth from hanging open.

She was marveled, and Fevian was glad she was, because for about the last thirty minutes before they reached Cair Paravel he had been chattering about how wonderful the place was. Of course, Bee didn't think it was half as great as the prince said it was, but now that it was before her own eyes she knew his description had been very modest.

"Well, what do you think now that you are actually seeing it?"

"I'm at loss of words, Fevian. This is the most beautiful place I've ever seen"

"It is the most beautiful place I've ever seen, as well. And even though I live here, I am still marveled by its beauty every day of my life"

It was clear in his eyes he also found that place to be astounding. Being a good story teller was not an ability running through his veins, but but being able to notice beauty and feel captivated by it, definitely was an ability he sure had.

It was noon and the sun shining high in the sky, covering the white castle with its light and making it shine whit such splendor, that it seemed almost as if the castle owned light itself.

There was a small village surrounding the castle, also beautiful with nice houses, but it seemed very plain and without charm compared to the wonder that was the castle.

They reached the royal stables and to leave Eclipse there, the pitch-black horse of the prince.

Some servants and maids approached the prince in the blink of an eye, offering him water and food among many other things. All of them addressing him as "your highness" or "your majesty". Maybe that was the reason one voice stood up from all those voices when he loudly called him: "Fevian!"

A tall man entered the stables, with gray hair and a thin, wrinkled face. He was wearing elegant clothes of a vivid red tone. He had long hair, it reached his shoulders but opposite the slightly messy hair of the prince, this man's hair was so neat, clean and perfectly combed as well as the well cut beard that reached his chest.

Bridget thought he surely was someone close to the prince, because he was the only person in that place who dared to call him by his name. Aside from her, of course, but Fevian had told her to call him by his name and she merely obliged.

The girl secretly thanked him for that because it would have been very irritating to call him "you highness" all the time, and there was this thing she had about not wanting to feel inferior to anyone else. So she happily called him "Fevian" since he told her to.

"Fevian!" the man repeated. He also had the same unusual accent the prince had.

"Melvus"

"You mother demanded to see you the instant you arrived! She is not happy about these escapades of yours" he warned him "And I may say this time neither is your father. Five days, my boy!" he said as if it was and outrageous thing "You agreed you would never leave for more than two days! It is dangerous for the prince of Narnia to be wandering around like that without and escort!"

"You know I need no escort, my friend" the prince answered in such a cheeky manner and then bowed to take a pair of daggers he had hidden inside his boots. Bridget hadn't even noticed he had those daggers with him.

The prince turned to the girl and said: "Bridget, let me introduce you to Melvus, my tutor"

The man turned to face her and for the first time since he arrived he seemed to be more clamed, smiled and made a small reverence to her.

"A pleasure, my lady"

Here we go again...

"A pleasure to meet you, too" she simply answered.

Fevian handed the reins of the horse and the pair of daggers to a servant and then took Bridget's hand.

"Come, it's time you meet my parents"

I really hope you like this chapter, because I don't think is the best so far and it was very, very, very hard for me to write this one as I said before.

So now they finally arrived at Cair Paravel and in the next chapter there will be some introductions to new characters such as: the nice and kind King Tavian VII (Fevian's father), Queen Alva (Fevian's mother... she really is some piece of work) and a little surprise the queen has for her son: Lady Cara.

Please leave a review! :)