Siege // Peter Pevensie [EDITING]

02 • King ✓

Glozelle and his small group of men ride back across the bridge to greet Lord Miraz.
The aforementioned lord, who stands awaiting on a balcony with his wife and newborn son, noticed his general's return-without the bodies of Caspian or Aubrianna. He hands his son to his awaiting wife, and advances down to the stables.

"Wait my lord! It is not what you think!" Glozelle cries as he sees Miraz storm toward the large wooden stable doors.

"Then what is it?" The lord squinted his eyes at his general, anger seeping but his curiosity peaked.
"We're not exactly sure."

Glozelle nods to a nearby soldier, who removes the cloth thrown over a squirming figure- who looked to be no bigger than a child.
The lord's eye widen considerably, mouth gaping in disbelief. "Impossible." He exchanges a glance with the General, before glancing back at the rope-bound figure, a sly smirk making its way onto his face.

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In the Great hall, the remains of what used to be the Telmarine council of Lords has gathered, debating the subject of Lord Miraz's ascension to the throne.

The room was split in two, few believing he has no claim, while others claiming that the Telmarines need a leader. Lord Sopespian, who never liked the troublesome lord from the beginning- snarls at the other council members around him.
"I warned this council when it puts its trust in Miraz, there would be consequences."

A council member across the way rolls his eyes, glaring at Sopespian. "No, no. We cannot accuse the Lord Protector without proof!"

Another member shouts a statement in agreement to Lord Sopespian's. "How long are we going to continue to hide behind that excuse? Until every seat in this chamber is empty?-" his words are cut off as the particular subject of topic enters.

"Lords of the council, my apologies for being late. I was not aware we were in session." Miraz concealed the faint twitch of his lip, eyes scanning across the room.
     "No doubt you were otherwise occupied."
The lord, hearing the judgement in Sopespian's voice, allows his eyebrow to quirk up. "My lord?"

     A fellow lord jumps in to speak before Lord Sopespian, causing Miraz to turn to him.
"Ever since the death of Caspian the ninth, you have behaved as if you were king. And now it seems behind these walls, even Prince Caspian and a Princess Aubrianna have gone missing."

Lord Sopespian grits his teeth before speaking once again, tension between the two bubbling within the stone-walled room.

"My deepest condolences, Lord Miraz. Imagine losing your niece and nephew, the rightful heirs to the throne, on the very night your wife has blessed you with a son." His voice held snark, eyes glinting in challenge.

Lord Miraz skeptically narrows his own eyes at the other lord.
"Thank you, Lord Sopespian. Your compassion is a boon in such troubled times." He spits his name , a faux smile adorning his features.

"I trust you can tell us how such a tragedy could have occurred." Lord Sopespian's eyebrow quirks, staring Miraz down.

"That is the most disturbing news of all." Lord Miraz knew he was never going to take the blame for their disappearance, he would blame anyone else  to avoid trouble and ascend.

"Our beloved Caspian and Aubrianna were abducted, by Narnians!" He knew it was a stretch, but with what his men had brought back, he knew was sure to convince the council.

     A lord, tired of his acts, lashes out at the tyrant.

"You got too far, Miraz! You expect us to standby while you blame such a blatant crime on fairytales?"

     Miraz, without glancing back, makes a hand gesture to Glozelle, his lips twitching.

The general walks back to open up the door, and two soldiers walk in. They carry a very small, human like man- a dwarf by the name of Trumpkin, gagged and bound by ropes.

     The Telmarine council gapes at the sight, and Lord Miraz internally rejoices his eyes a-light.

"We forgot, my lords.. Narnia was once a savage land. Fearsome creatures roamed free. Much of our forefather's blood was shed to exterminate this vermin. ...Or so we thought. But while we've been bickering amongst ourselves, they've been breeding, like cockroaches under a rock. Growing stronger. Watching us. Waiting to STRIKE!"

     Miraz turns back, slapping Trumpkin, which displaced the gag in the mentioned drawf's mouth.
"And you wonder why we don't like you." A hateful glint in his small eyes, only feeling loathing toward the man.

Ignoring him, Miraz continues his speech to the council.

"Well I intend to strike back. Even if I have to cut down the entire forest. I assure you. I will find Prince Caspian and Princess Aubrianna, and finish what our ancestors started."