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[tarkheenazenobia-blog]

Ophelia|| Peter and Zenobia

“Zenobia, where are you going?” asked Zarah, in the afternoon, as Zenobia was getting ready to meet with the Narnian High King. “To meet with the High King I told you.” said Zenobia, in Calormene. Her younger sister rolled her eyes, and Zenobia, continued getting ready, in her Calormene clothes. “What are you going to do?” asked Zenobia. “Ma bareef” shrugged Zarah with a laugh. Zenobia, groaned and put on her headpiece, and looked at Zarah. “While I am in the meeting, I am begging you, do not cause trouble.” said Zenobia with a stern tone. “I won’t!” said Zarah, in full honesty. Zenobia then smiled, and left their chambers. 

Zenobia walked out, and stopped for a second. She was terrified on going to see the High King Peter, for she was sent for a way to fix the Tisroc. But part of her didn’t want to, for she felt like she was just doing this to live up for her father’s legacy. Oh when her father, had to meet with foreign officials, was he ever nervous? Or was he not because he was a man? She was a woman in a male dominated profession and society. But in Narnia, where things different? Where they equal? Who knows. 

She turned to a servant and asked where High King Peter’s study was, and a servant, directed her to his study, and the door was closed. She thanked the servant, who was on their way. She exhaled deeply, for she heard things, about how the King was supposedly barbaric. 

But when she knocked the door and opened it, she did not see a barbarian. She closed the door behind her and saw a man- a rather...handsome man. For she had never seen such golden hair and eyes of the sky. She was left almost speechless. She looked at the High King for a few moments, taking in for who was in front of her, and was just- in awe. She then realized she might’ve stared to long, and curtsied, keeping her head down. “Your excellency,” began the Tarkheena. 

It was like she nearly forgot who she was. “My name is Tarkheena Zenobia Mustafa, and I have been sent all the way from Calormen by the Tisroc to meet with you, High King Beter.” She hoped, her Calormene accent wasn’t that noticeable, for she felt embarrassed on how she pronounced his name. And then she slowly looked back up at him. 

[queeneliaofgalma]

a legacy to protect|| peter x elia

Tamara had just left her presence and she was angry with everything. She had to go speak to High King Peter, about this autrocity called a engagement. A man who was around ten years her senior...or more. She never did know Admiral Dannis’s exact age- but that wasn’t the point.  The point was that she needed to speak to Peter...And she looked over the balcony ignoring the festivites...ignoring the empty goblet of wine that she had earlier chugged down, given to her from Tamara. And yet her dogs have fallen asleep, she leaned down to go rub their bellies, for she had lost count for how many people she had spoken to, already.

She had yelled at Cornelia in front of everyone, swooped away to the gardens by Wilfred, spoken to Queen Lucy, had a word with Prince Enki, and had a moment with Tamara...Tamara was more than a lady to her, but rather family, for she seemed to have nothing. “Send for High King-” began Elia in  heavy Galman to Tulle, who was behind her. 

She stopped only to hear upcoming footsteps, causing her to turn around to the approching figure.

[queeneliaofgalma]

Throwing of the Crowns|| Peter and Elia

Elia, who was getting frustrated, threw a crown at the wall. It was the third one she threw, and scream as she threw it. She then searched for more, to throw, trying to get the anger out of her. She then found one, throwing it, and see how far it would go, in the room.

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Birds in the Garden || Elia and Peter

Elia walked into the courtyard and smiled warmly. She loved gardens, it made her feel warm, and reminded her of her mother. In the Princess's dark hair was a red rose flower crown, and cloaked her body, was a white lace gown. She heard chirping of the birds and was humming a tune her nursemaid told her about. Deep in the meadow under the willow. She pondered where the bird's nest was, and wanted to approach it, and found the nest. She smiled at the baby humming birds, her favorite. At Galma she would always hold the baby birds, and befriend them, in a way. She heard footsteps approaching and turned around. She noticed it was a tall blonde man. It was High King Peter. She curtsied and rose up. "Your grace." softly said Elia.