The girl gazed out of the balcony, her long Fair hair spilling and flowing freely from the gentle Narnian breeze, Her youthful eyes observing those of a boy, his coffee-brown hair, basked under the rays of sunlight.
He was practicing archery with an older boy, whom in contrast to his dark hair had golden ones, they were such a sight to swoon at, at least for most ladies of the court, but still the girl's vision filled those of the younger boy.
She placed her hands on the ornamented balustrade, then her palm under her chin, softly leaning in for support, going on about just taking on the sight, admiring the dark-haired boy, his eyes piercing through the target shrouded with mystery. Oh, he was such an enigma to her.
"Edmund! That was a complete scheme!" yelled the older boy.
"That was merely a scheme." he said chuckling, as he wiped off the sweat from his forehead.
"Surely, you can't be better than Susan." Peter grinned. He took his bow, positioning at the target, his vision entirely focused on the big red circle, and most of all engulfed from precisely winning the little competition he had with his brother, with much focus on the air he induced a simple quietude, both the eavesdropping golden-haired girl and the dark-maned boy anticipating of what is to unfold. And after much suspense, the arrow released from his grip-
PANG!
"Lucy! How long have you been standing there?, the tailor has come to measure the fabric for your fitting"Susan interrupted, her voice echoing all the way down to the field, making both Peter and Edmund look towards the balcony.
"I- I-uh, recently!" Lucy stammered, her cheeks growing red upon realizing that she's been caught eavesdropping. She quickly stared at her brothers, upon meeting the dark hazy eyes those of her brother Edmund, she quickly turned away, her face reeking of redness and her heart stubbornly galloping like those of a horse; it went thump thump thump thump.
She was inert as if she were the target itself, paralyzed and legs made of noodles her body made it extremely difficult for her to stand still. And perhaps such moment would last forever when Her older sister quickly prodded her on to meet the said tailor, Oh thank Aslan, she thought.
"Come on Lu, we can't keep the tailor waiting" Susan said, gripping the girl's hand and pulling her away from the balcony guiding her towards the guest chamber where her dress was to be fitted.
Peter and Edmund didn't give it much thought. And continued on about their practice, as for Lucy all she could think about throughout the day was her embarrassing flee and the very dark brown eyes that belonged to her brother, Edmund.