Poor Bloke Part 1

Hullo… this is my first Narnia’s Fanfict and I have to admit that I’m not good at all with monarch conversation style; so please spare me. :)

I published it on fanfiction.net of course, I just republish it here to enlarge the possibility of being read. LOL

I own nothing, but the plot. Narnia and all of its awesomeness belong to C. S. Lewis.

I enjoy writing it, so I hope that you’ll enjoy reading it too.

I’m welcoming any encouraging critics from you, so… don’t be shy, tell me what you thought of this story.

Well I’m done blabbering, enjoy…

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It’s a very beautiful, warm and sweet spring day. I rather spend a day like this in the orchard reading some books, doing some needlework or shooting some arrows on the apples. 

Well… at least feel the sweet breeze fondles my black long hair or silk gown. Instead, I’m sitting on my throne between Peter and Edmund and listening unwillingly to Lucy’s giggles that come up occasionally.

Finns - The Cair Paravel announcer - announces that Prince Garland -The bloke that wants to ask my hand in marriage – has arrived. A moment later a black haired young man comes in, followed by about at least twenty other people closely behind him in such charming manners. 

I carefully study the young prince as he approaches Cair Paravel four thrones where my siblings and I sit comfortably. He has smooth and straight black hair, sparkling blue eyes, olive skin tone and handsomely fresh and friendly young face. He mustn’t older than eighteen, I presume.

Prince Garland stops about fifteen feet away from our thrones, his eye glances over me. He holds his gaze in awe at me which I nicely reply with a smile, before he politely moves his gaze at Peter. He starts to speak loud and clear toward Peter, his voice is deep, clear and somehow appease.

“King Peter the Magnificent, High King of Narnia, Emperor of the Lone Islands, Lord of Cair Paravel, Knight of the Most Noble Order of the Lion, Sir Peter Wolf's-Bane,” The young prince recites. “I am Garland, Heir of Geilland, Son of King Getrus the Wise, begging for your clemency as I rudely visit your great kingdom without proper notice.”

“Prince Garland, Heir of Geilland, Son of King Getrus the wise, I, King Peter the Magnificent, High King of Narnia, Emperor of the Lone Islands, Lord of Cair Paravel, Knight of the Most Noble Order of the Lion, Sir Peter Wolf's-Bane; welcome you to our kingdom, Narnia. We wish you a pleasant stay, here in Cair Paravel.”

“Thank you High King Peter, I glorify your warm invitation very deeply.”

“My prince, if you don’t mind I am asking. May I know whether this pleasant visit of yours is a furtherance of your marriage proposal for my sister’s hand, Queen Susan, which your ambassador conveyed last winter?” Peter asks.

A slight scarlet peeks on the young prince's cheeks as he glances over me.

“I wouldn’t dare to deny that is the very reason I am standing in front of your majesty today.”

“In that very matter, I wouldn’t have right to talk further about it,” Peter looks at me, smiling. “That will be my dear sister’s right.”

“I’ll never disregard your notion, my dearest brother,” I say in consternation at Peter and move my gaze toward prince Garland. “I wish dear prince Garland doesn’t mind too.”

“Not at all, your highness.”

“Then please, young prince, stays,” I smile. “Narnia will celebrate the full moon in four days; I’d like to know you better. I need my noble siblings; High King Peter, King Edmund and Queen Lucy know you better. I’d like them to judge my sole verdict toward your proposal.”

“I’d honorably not dare to repel your highness kind invitation.”

“The young prince is a very nice and easy person to talk to,” Edmund says. “He has his pride though, which sometime… interesting.”

It’s the day after Prince Garland arrived. Edmund and I are riding along the wave line; his brown eyes are set far away toward the horizon. The sun is setting within an hour; the beam beautifully illuminates his face. He looks gallant at the Phillip’s back. 

He’s no longer the same boy that often sneers on Lucy, defies Peter or scorns me. He has been the prudent King Edmund the just. His ability to see things beyond the situation and make a fair judgment is well-know all over Narnia and its surrounding kingdoms.

“Please do explain my noble brother, since I do not see it as something startling.”

“Prince Garland is indeed a very decent young man, but at times he seems conceited over his own possession since he value it over others,” Edmund caress Phillip’s neck gentle. “For a simple example, he thought that speaking horse is inconvenient, since it can grumble when it's tired.”

Phillip snorts. “Pardon me your majesty, I mean nothing insolent.”

“Worry not my dear friend,” I smile and then look at Edmund. “So… the prince asses our dear friends as a normal carriage puller, does he?”

“Not that he is bragging about it,” Edmund looks concerned. “He just has a very little experience with talking horses like Phillip.”

“I despise him not, my noble brother,” I set my gaze over the setting sun. “It’s like you said, He just has a very little experience with talking horses like Phillip.”

“Do I impair his images?”

“You are the just, my noble brother,” I smile. “You have nothing against him.”

“Poor bloke,” Edmund laughs.

To Be Continued…