Hello people! I'm deeply sorry, because it took me quite some time to upload a new chapter... once again.

I promise that I try to write a new chapter as fast as I can, but I've been kind of busy with school and all. Now I finally have summer vacations, so there will be plenty of time for to write... I hope.

I hope you like this new chapter. I kind of extended it from the original idea I had for this one, so I'm sorry, but lady Isicara will be introduced until the next chapter. They kind of talk about her in this one and we get to see a reaction from Fevian once this particular lady is mentioned.

I hope there is no grammatic mistakes or anything weird... because I wrote this around 3 in the morning!

Anyway... Enjoy :)

Chapter 7

"The royal parents"

Bridget came out of the bathroom, wrapped in a towel and drying her hair with another after just having had an extremely relaxing bubble bath. She realized until she was there, surrounded by warm water, scented oils and bubbles how stressed she actually had been during the past few days. Traveling to another world was no easy experience. But thankfully that marvelous bath had done wonders for her and she was finally soothed, feeling more at ease, less troubled.

And not to mention she was starting to feel very dirty if not smelly, even, which was seemingly uncomfortable for the girl. Bridget was pretty much obsessed, as her mother once said, with tidiness, cleanness and everything that involved order and keeping things as neat and perfect as possible.

She was very thankful that the prince of Narnia had insisted on giving her one of the best rooms in the castle, which included the huge bathroom with a bathtub that could even be considered as a swimming pool! It was tremendously big! But she had really enjoyed that fact and had really appreciated what Fevian had done for her. Again.

Even though she was slightly angry with the young man, because even though he gave her this astounding room and had laid a new dress on top of her bed for the dinner she was going to have that night with his family, he had taken her to meet his parents, the monarchs of Narnia, wearing a nice dress, but not one nice enough to be presented to them as a friend of the prince. She looked like a commoner, who hadn't had enough time to sleep, hadn't had a bath in a few days and probably smelled like a pig.

The king had been kind to her, but his mother had disapproved her entire appearance completely, looking at her as if she was a small, insignificant bug. For her she was nothing more than a street rat, someone who had no business hanging with her son and furthermore, someone who shouldn't be staying at the castle as a guest of honor.

Bridget thought of when she met Fevian's parents, and she couldn't avoid seeing the whole scene in her head again.

Right after the girl met Melvus, the prince's tutor, he dragged her to the throne room, because he wanted her to meet his parents. He seemed excited about introducing this new, strange friend of his to the king and queen. Bridget on the other hand wasn't so sure it was a good idea.

"Father. Mother" the young man said once he opened a pair of huge doors and walked into the throne room. "Melvus told me you wanted to…"

"Fevian! Where, on Aslan's mane, have you been!" his mother yelled at him, interrupting the prince's sentence.

"…see me" the prince finished.

"I was against these escapades of yours since the very beginning! I told your father we should have never given you permission to leave the castle on your own!"

Fevian looked apologetically at Bridget for a moment, who was stunned by the sheer volume of the queen's voice. The prince knew she was making quite an impression to the girl.

"Mother, I am fine. Sure, I did disobey you and I want to apologize for that. It will never happen again"

"That is what you say all the time! Every single time you break a rule you claim you will never do it again!" and she sighed. "This wouldn't have happened if we had sent him to a boarding school in Telmar as my parents did with my brothers. He would have learned how to behave, and follow rules and he wouldn't be so… so… rebellious! But you wanted to hire a tutor for him instead!" she yelled, looking a the king.

The queen was furious, it wasn't hard to tell. She seemed to be a very beautiful woman, with strong but gorgeous features. Impressive dark eyes, very much alike Fevian's, a curtain of brown hair falling down her shoulders and her back. But now, that she was yelling so much and an angered expression was painted upon her face, to Bridget the queen didn't seem as beautiful as she actually was.

"My, dear" the king spoke for the first time, looking straight into his wife's eyes. "Do calm down. The boy made a mistake, yes, but it was the last time" This last few lines, he said them looking sternly at his son. He seemed relaxed and he was speaking in this same manner, but it was clear he was giving a warning to his son. That truly had been the very last time the prince disobeyed a rule.

"Do you understand, Fevian? It was the last time" the king emphasized.

The prince nodded and the king gave his son a warm smile.

It no longer was a mystery where Fevian's easy-going attitude came from. The prince had an appearance similar to that of the queen, but it was clear as water that in character he was more like the king.

"Now, apologize to your mother"

"I am deeply sorry, mother"

The queen turned her head, not to see him and said: "You are no son of mine until you learn how a prince should behave"

Something in the prince's eyes seemed to almost mock what his mother just had said. Even thought Bridget was looking at him out of the corner of her eye, because she was standing next to him, she was sure the prince wanted to laugh at his mother's drama.

It was very uncomfortable for Bridget to be there, in the middle of a family discussion, but literally it had been for the other three people as if during their argument, she was not standing there, holding the prince's hand.

The girl didn't know how to act around the king and the queen, and even though she hated to feel inferior to other people, she had to admit there was something magnificent and graceful about these two monarchs that actually made her feel inferior.

For the first time since they entered the room, Fevian appeared to be aware of her hand in his and her presence in the room.

"Oh, I was extremely rude" he said more to himself, than to his parents. "Father. Mother. I would like to introduce you my new friend, lady Bridget"

"It is a pleasure, my lady" the king answered and gave her a smile, which Bridget answered to with a smile as well. "I am King Tavian and this is my wife, Queen Alva"

The queen only looked at her coldly and asked: "Bridget? What a strange name you have, girl. What is your title?"

"I don't—do not have one, your highness"

"No title? Then what are you doing in this castle if you are neither royalty nor nobility?"

Fevian could sense Bridget was intimidated by his mother.

"Are you a servant, then?"

"Mother, would you please stop being so rude to her? She is not a servant. She is my guest, and as I told you before, she is a friend of mine"

"Well, lady Bridget, you honor us with your presence in our castle. Tonight we shall have dinner together" the king said in a friendly tone which made the girl a little more welcomed, even though the queen would have her out of her sight and the castle right away, if she could. But now she wasn't only the prince's guest. It appeared she was also the king's guest for dinner.

That was why Bridget was readying herself for dinner with the royal family of Narnia. She wasn't very happy about it, because if she could avoid the queen, she would do it by all means possible, but she was going to be there. And some other people, too, apparently.

Fevian had mentioned to her that Melvus, his tutor, was invited to dine with them always, for he was almost a second father to the prince, hence a member of the family to him.

Some friends visiting from Telmar were also going to be there. And the queen had made and emphasis in saying to her son that Lady Isicara was in Cair Paravel to visit him. Apparently that was something important for both the queen and the prince. She had sensed that in the way Queen Alva had mentioned the girl's name and in the way Fevian's eyes had gleamed and his lips had formed a smile.

Soon she would meet this Isicara lady and find out what was so important about her.

Bridget tried on the white dress resting on top of her bed. It was simple dress, but far more elegant than the olive dress she had worn before. This one was decorated with silver embroidery and had some ribbons decorating the sleeves in the same color. It was damn odyssey for Bridget to find out how to wear that dress, with all the fastenings and other complications of a Narnian dress. But Bridget was a smart girl –and stubborn, as well- who wasn't going to be defeated by a bloody dress.

She braided her hair and wore the pair of earrings the prince left besides the dress. She couldn't help a smile from appearing in her lips at the thought of the prince not only concerning himself in getting her an appropriate dress, but also in getting the right pair of earrings that would match the dress. How very thoughtful of him.

Bridget looked at herself in the big mirror next to the bathroom and couldn't recognize herself. It was a childish thought, but when she saw her image reflected in the glassy surface, she could believe that the young lady she was seeing there was a princess.

The girl heard someone knocking. Fevian had told her he was going to escort her himself to this fancy dinner of theirs. It was surely him on the other side of the door.

So with no more delay, she hurried towards the door to open it.

Ok, that was my seventh chapter.

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