Markeb POV
Not knowing what to do, I dove over the edge of the dock, ignoring the sharp pain of the cold water and swam to the struggling form of Ithaca. "Hang on Ithie!" I yelled above her noisy, frantic splashing. I felt the sleeve of her dress, and i quickly wrapped my arm around her chest and i swam with my other arm. By that time, a whole crowd had gathered near where she had fallen. I felt hands lifting us both out of the water. I was too weak to lift her and myself out. I smiled gratefully in the direction of whoever was pulling me out. "Mark, th-th-thank you." I heard a whisper. I looked down at the blueish hued chattering girl who they had now wrapped in a blanket and set her in my lap as they stuck us in a wagon bound to Castle Cair Paravel. "I'm here Ithaca, forever." With that, I knew she had me. I Markeb, son of Merkus Pallir of the Lone Islands, was in love. In love with Ithaca Alexandra, princess of Narnia.
Ithaca POV
I awoke to the sound of my own coughing. Ugh, I was not in my element. Cold, was all I could remember. Water filled my mouth and clouded my vision. A voice. Markeb's voice, telling me to hang on. I splashed around, panicking. I couldn't swim, and I was in deep freezing waters. a strong arm grabbed hold of me and i felt the sun on my skin. With the last my strength, I whispered a thank you. my vision blurred and everything went black.
No one POV
Susan heard the violent coughing of Ithaca and she rushed to her side.
"Oh Ithaca, dear, are you alright?" Susan searched her daughter's face for signs of pain. "Except for the fact that I nearly drowned, I'm fine." Ithaca rolled over in her bed. "I'm glad to see your humor is still present." Susan laughed. "Mum, can you please stop with your 'proper Narnian Queen dialect?'" Ithaca begged, then gave her the famous blue orb pup eyes. "Dear me! How can one ever say no to you?" She poked her cheek lightly. "Fine, you win." She sighed dramatically. "Tomorrow, you are to return to Aslan for your next adventure. Here, I want you to have this diary. Your father had it made for you. You may write whatever you wish in it." She presented Ithaca with a leather backed book with a button latch. She opened it and leafed through. Blank pages stared at the girls dark blue irises. In the front part of the book, there was a place for an ink vial and quill, along with a quill knife. "Thanks Mum! I love it!" The two embraced.
Ithaca POV
I searched for a perfect spot in the woods. My horse Orlin, I had tied to a young hickory as he thoughtfully bit off a patch of tall grass and chewed. only 5 feet to the left of him was a tiny patch of grass surrounded by wildflowers, lit by a single beam of sunlight peeking through the trees. 'perfect!' I thought. sitting down, I pulled out my diary from my messenger bag.
Wheww! Ithaca is ok! see y'all later!