When I woke up, I found myself in the arms of Caspian. He was whispering words to me which I couldn’t pick up. I looked again to see where I was, finding that I was back but in Caspian’s room. I moved a little. Caspian sensed my movement and looked at me.
“Did she…?” He asked. I merely nodded. He gently cupped my face and planted a soft kiss. I was exhausted and drained of energy to do anything.
“I thought….when I heard you screaming, I ran up here.” Said Caspian, as he made me lie down. He held my hand while stroking my hair with the other.
“And then I saw you screaming and thrashing around on the bed, I was for sure she was killing you.” My hands wrapped around his and I did a little comforting squeeze.
“What did she do?” He asked. Mrs. Buttercup came in carrying a silver tray with a wine glass and a wine bottle.
“She tapped into my memories. Trying to see this new weapon we have.”
“Did she succeed?” He asked. When I didn’t reply, Mrs. Buttercup interjected.
“The poor girl’s had enough today. Here, drink this, you’ll feel better, dear.” She said, pouring the glass and handing it to me. I thanked her and took a gulp, leaving a tiny amount at the bottom of the glass.
“Not all at once,” she said.
“She took every one of my memories, Caspian. Even ours.”
“No matter what, we can always create more.” Nodding, I relaxed against the bed.
“How long was I out?”
“About three days,” Mrs. Buttercup replied. Shocked, I sat straight up.
“Calm down, Ava. You didn’t miss much. Now lie down before you faint again.” Listening to his words, I did what was told.
“But during the three days I had a little surprise for you.” He got up and walked over to the dresser. Caspian pulled a black box out and walked back to me.
“What’s this?” I asked curiously when the box was on my lap.
“Open it,” he said. I opened it and smiled brightly. Inside laid a shiny shot gun, beautifully decorated and handcrafted, I lightly skimmed my fingers on the barrel and trigger.
“How…” I was lost for words.
“When I set sail with the Pevensies, I found a cave where there were all sorts of unused minerals that were melted and made for this gun. We followed you drawing and this is it. What do you think?”
“It’s perfect. But does anyone know how to use it?” I asked, closing the box and handed it to Caspian.
“Yes, we’re actually training them now.”
“White Witch, prepare to meet your cannon with my shotgun.” I said.
I let out a satisfied moan as my head tilted back even more.
“Feels good, doesn’t it?” Caspian ask, letting his fingers do the magic.
“Harder,” He went harder.
“Your Highness!” Mrs. Buttercup said, barging in the room. “What…on earth is going on here?” Caspian stopped massaging my shoulders as we broke apart to hear what she had to say.
“Massaging. It’s great.” I said.
“Never mind that. King Caspian, the White Witch is demanding to have a word with you.”
“An audience with me? Alright, I’ll come.” Caspian said, getting up.
“Wait! I want to come too.”
“No, Ava. The doctor had advised you to stay bedridden for a week. I shan’t risk anything that will happen to you. Please stay here with Mrs. Buttercup. She will accompany you until I return.” Caspian kissed my forehead and left the room.
I sat back down, gloomed and looked out at the window that showed me the luscious green forest and the blue open sea.
“I’m always stuck in here,” I said, sill looking out the window.
“He only wants you to be safe, Ava. He loves you, you know.” Mrs. Buttercup said.
I sighed and sat down on the bed. “I know he loves me but not to the point where I can’t go anywhere.”
“Ava, haven’t you notice that’s gotten a bit protective? Because it’s hurting him to see you suffer by the White Witch’s hands and he couldn’t do anything but watch as you die. So this is his way of keeping you safe out of harm’s way.”
I sat there for a moment, letting her words sink in and I shook my head. “Sometimes, Mrs. Buttercup, you’re the badger version of my mother. You always know what to say.”
“It just comes to me.” She said, flattered. “I’m going to the kitchen. Do you want anything?” She ask, going for the door.
“Fruit and water. Thank you,” When she closed the door, I opened the drawer in the nightstand. I pulled the red notebook out that Caspian had given to me and opened it. I flipped the first few pages I had doodled on and found a blank one. I leaned against the pillow, a pen ready in my hand and twirled it around. I smiled when I got an idea and set my pen to work.
Random Note: Sorry if this chapter is boring. It get’s interesting in the next! I lost a fan D: sad.
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Ava bought a pair of red stilettos to attend her best friend's birthday party. Soon she finds herself drunk and hits her head on the bathroom sink and wakes up to see King of Narnia looking at her. Ava soon finds herself on an adventure to this new...