Guarded Intentions || Lucy and Rabadash
His smile matched her politeness. “Ah, but I do believe they are playing a waltz, which is assuredly Northern,” he commented evenly with the faintest sardonic edge as the song began. It was perfectly timed, for Rabadash had only made an effort to learn the waltz, believing that he would appear at his most regal and dignified during this dance. He placed a hand behind Queen Lucy’s left shoulder blade and slanted his eye along her bared arm. She had grown bolder in her choice of outfit, but then again she had grown older.
“How do you fare? I trust the voyage to the Seven Isles was without incident?” He stepped to the side and back in time to the music, concentrating on the move before continuing, “Recent events in Narnia”—here he alluded to the recent war with the Ice Witch—”must have taxed Your Majesty’s gentle heart.”
She nodded and smiled. “Of course,” she said simply and placed both her hands on Rabadash’s nape, but that caused her to feel very uncomfortable, as if she was doing something terribly wrong. While she was trying to think in a way to escape that and apologize for leaving him in the middle of a dance, he spoke.
The Queen raised her eyebrows in surprise. She would have never imagined that the Calormene prince would have asked her something sweet, like how was she feeling and how was her voyage. People in Narnia were used to do that, but not all Calormenes, especially him. Perhaps he wasn’t so bad afterall? Lucy, of course, was the type of person who always believed that there was good in everyone.
"Thank you for your concerns, prince Rabadash, but I do feel fine. It was not the first war I’ve seen and I’m afraid it will not be the last. I’ve grown wiser and lately, I am always prepared," Lucy looked at his dark eyes and her lips barely moved to show him a smile.
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Palm against the palm of his friend, two boys were engaged in a makeshift dance that allowed them to turn every other minute. They were watching as intently as they were being watched. Their lips barely moved, only to be heard if one would strain their ears.
"How did you arrive?"
"With my family. Do you think me insane? No one dares walk outside by themselves anymore."
"I, too, arrived with my mother and sister."
One boy clicked his tongue. "This is absurd! We are left vulnerable and helpless!"
"Quiet!"
With shifty, shaking gazes, they spun away.









