𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐄𝐎𝐔𝐒 [chronicles of narnia]

10

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ELIZA HAD MANAGED to get ahold of a new outfit. She was offered a long navy dress, but refused with the claim that fighting would be easier in pants- and who was to disagree with the future queen of Narnia? The girl now adorned the typical 'Male outfit' consisting of a blue tunic with a long sleeved brown top underneath, and a pair of simple tan pants tucked into appropriate boots. The girls sword was hanging from her hip, as she stood talking to Oreius.

"How difficult is it?" Eliza asked, look up at the great centaur who tilted his head at her.

"How difficult is what, your Majesty?" The centaur replied, a look of slight confusion across his face. Eliza scrunched her eyebrows together and looked down trying to find an appropriate way to word the next thing she was going to say.

"First off, please don't call me that. I've done nothing to help Narnia so far." Eliza began, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, "Secondly, how difficult is it to see Narnia being ruled by the witch?".

The centaur sighed and bowed his head, "It is hard. These people are my family, we have lost many men to the witch, and I don't want to lose anymore." Oreius answered truthfully, "And if you don't mind me saying it, upon your entering to Narnia you've already done so much to help us. You might not see it but you have- all of you have."

Eliza nodded silently, as a shadow was cast over her. Oreius' eyes met the shadow's and the centaur instantly kneeled. The girl turned slowly to face the majestic lion who stood in front of her and followed the centaurs lead, dropping to her knee.

"Rise, my dear one." Aslan said, as Eliza rose quickly to her feet, "Follow me." Eliza nodded and waved a small goodbye to Oreius, as Aslan began walking up to the highest point in The Valley, where she'd seen him talk to Peter previously. The girl followed alongside him, her heart was pounding but she felt a sense of tranquility wash over her. They soon reached the flat hilltop, and walked towards the edge, so the two were overlooking the entire camp.

"Cair Paravel..." Eliza whispered softly, looking beyond the hills at the beauty standing between mountains. The girl was filled in on the majority of what she needed to know about Narnia from the centaur, including its origins and how the white witch had taken Narnia for herself. The lion nodded, his gaze falling upon the castle in the distance.

"The castle of five thrones, one in which you will sit upon." Aslan stated, making the girl look down uncomfortably, "Do you doubt the prophecy, Eliza?".

The girl took a deep breath in, "I was never the girl to believe in fairytales growing up. I was raised being allowed to act like 'one of the boys', but would often be scolded for it." Eliza answered, "Now, being here, learning that I'd be a Queen to sit upon a throne, have to wear ornate dresses, act proper and set an example for the people of Narnia- I just don't think I'm ready for it."