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#THEENCHANTINGTM   :   private   &   selective   mutuals   only   RAYNE   PEVENSIE    of   the   chronicles   of   narnia   series.   original   character   that   is   crossover   /   au   friendly.   written   by    tuesday,   30+,   she/her.   est.  2009.

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[nomorechoirs]

“I have to tell you” by Dorothea Grossman

[thedevotedhart]

Percy immediately felt his face turn red. "Well, I...you see...um..." He hated when he stammered. He hadn't done it in awhile. "Trapped is an awfully strong word." He muttered, staring down at his shoes as he tried to regain his composure.

Queen Rayne knew who he was, alright. Remembered everything about him apparently. He bit his lip and swallowed hard, deciding what to say. "I think after spending five years with my aunt's family, Their Majesties the Naerions forgot that I'm not legally an Astra." he said, looking up at her. "It is kind of you to remember me, though. I fear you may be the only one."

He studied her face, wondering if she knew why he'd gone to his aunt's house. Did anyone here outside his family know? Did anyone actually care? Or had young Master Hart's disappearance gone unnoticed?

Those courtesies Mama had ingrained in him came back now. "And, I hope you are well, Your Majesty. Many congratulations on the birth of your daughter." He bowed his head again. The new princess had been the talk of all of Mama's recent letters to Aunt Jo.

[theenchantingtm]

“Hm.” Rayne gave a thoughtful hum as she listened to Percival’s halting explanation. His words were weighed carefully in her mind. It was, she supposed, entirely possible that the Naerions had simply forgotten that he was a Hart and not truly an Astra—yet she could not say the notion wholly convinced her.

“Mayhap they did forget,” she allowed at length. “Or mayhap it is but another thread woven into the strange tale that surrounds this mysterious Princess Arlise—a maiden of whom I had never once heard, nor set eyes upon, in all my years within the Telmarine court.”

Her voice was not unkind, though there was a quiet firmness beneath it. One brow arched ever so slightly as she regarded him, the gesture itself a silent question.

“And yet, all at once, they are able to present an heir fit to wed King Edmund—when their own Princess Seroreah refused the match on account of her affection for another.”

After a moment, Rayne’s tone softened.

“Though I bear the girl no ill will, pray do not mistake me. From what I have heard she seems pleasant enough, and agreeable in her manners. Yet the court is already alive with the wildest rumors. Some whisper that the two of you are twins; others claim something far less fitting—that you are lovers besides.” She gave a small, amused breath. “I trust that particular tale is naught but idle fancy, Percival.”

At last a warmer smile touched her lips.

“And you have my thanks. Princess Zea has swiftly become the very center of my world. I cannot now imagine my life without her. It is a great joy to have given King Peter an heir at last.”

She regarded him kindly then, the sharpness of courtly scrutiny easing.

“And Percival—truly, it is good to see you returned to court after so long an absence.”

[thedevotedhart]

𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐒. closed to @theenchantingtm

𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍. Cair Paravel, Narnia

𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄 & 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄. sometime in 1008

Percy sat huddled on the stone window seat, staring at the door Arlise had disappeared through with Queen Susan. He hoped she would be alright. None of this was her fault. It was the Naerions...no, it was Seroreah's fault. All because she wouldn't give up her lover.

He sighed. At least Queen Susan hadn't figured out who he was. He didn't want to be called out as a liar anymore than he already had today. Especially since this lie wasn't his fault either. He hadn't introduced himself as Percy Astra, the Naerions had. And saying he was an Astra wasn't technically a lie. His mother was an Astra, so by blood, so was he.

But the Narnians wouldn't see it that way. They'd see him as a scheming Hart and the last thing Percy needed was his father getting involved. He hadn't spoken to his father in nearly five years, and he did not need this whole debacle being the first subject that they spoke on. In fact, Percy was determined to go as long as he possibly could before having to speak to his father again.

Movement in his periphery caught his attention and his stomach sank like a rock. Queen Rayne was heading right towards him. Hadn't he had enough of royalty for one day? He especially did not want to talk to this royal. The last time he had been here, she had been Lady Rayne Brimley and they had spoken to each other. After all, they were of a similar age and social status...at least they had been then.

He repressed another sigh as he dutifully stood and bowed his head. "Your Majesty." He said softly, dreading the conversation that was to come.

[theenchantingtm]

Rayne’s morning had been a muddle of a screaming infant and half-heard court gossip drifting through her rooms. She had refused—quite firmly—to hand her daughter over to a nurse for feeding, choosing instead to breastfeed Zea herself. She kept the little girl at her side whenever possible, especially now, when Zea’s stubborn cold had consumed the better part of the morning. Between soothing her child and managing the endless stream of sniffles and tears, Rayne had not yet found the time to greet the newly arrived Telmarine princess or the small entourage she had brought with her.

But the matter weighed on her mind. Rayne had grown up in the Telmarine court, and she had never heard of a Princess Arlise. If the Naerion family hoped to slip an unrecognized girl into an arrangement with Edmund, then she must be adopted, a child—or worse, an outright fabrication. Rayne had not yet had a moment to press anyone for answers, but her doubts were already well-formed.

Once Zea was calmed and settled with her Aunt Tillie, Rayne finally set out into the castle in search of fresh gossip—and the unfamiliar faces that often carried it. One name in particular snagged her attention: Percival Astra. She knew the Astra family from her childhood at the Telmarine court, yet she could not recall a single Astra boy named Percival. But she did remember a young man she’d met at the Narnian court shortly before her marriage to Peter—Percival Hart, son of an Astra mother.

Rayne’s memory was famously precise. She had no doubt that Percival Astra and Percival Hart were one and the same.

She went looking for him. She remembered the boy clearly, especially the unruly curls that tended to give him away. And at last, as she passed through one of the quieter corridors, she found him: a familiar curly-haired figure sitting near a window, shoulders drawn inward as though trying to fold himself small. It was him—she was certain.

Her steps toward him were smooth, regal, practiced. Percy rose quickly and bowed, and Rayne answered with a warm smile. She had always held a fondness for the boy, though the same could not be said of his father.

“Ah, if it isn’t Percival Hart. Or are you going by Astra now?” she asked, head tilting in gentle curiosity. “Or are you attempting to avoid your father now that the two of you are trapped at court together?” A soft, knowing laugh slipped from her.

[prettythought]

RED TV STARTERS

yes… all of it. feel free to alter pronouns / grammar to your needs <3

we fall in love ‘til it hurts or bleeds or fades in time

i never saw you coming

we are alone, just you and me

you were never a saint

love is a ruthless game unless you play it good and right

you’re my achilles heel

put your lips close to mine

i’ll do anything you say if you say it with your hands

i’d be smart to walk away

i will get you, and get you alone

nothing safe is worth the drive

i’ll follow you home

i left your scarf there at your sister’s house

i know it’s long gone

i might be okay but i’m not fine at all

i remember it all too well

there was nothing else i could do

maybe this thing was a masterpiece before you tore it all up

so casually cruel in the name of being honest

time won’t fly, it’s like i’m paralyzed by it

i’d like to be my old self again, but i’m still trying to find it

i loved you so

fuck the patriarchy

you kept me like a secret but i kept you like an oath

you never called it what it was

the idea you had of me, who was she?

you, that’s what happened. you

it’s supposed to be fun, turning twenty-one

you lost the one real thing you’ve ever known

it takes everything in me not to call you

i was never good at telling jokes

just between us, did the love affair maim you too?

i wish i could run to you

we made quite a mess, babe

in my dreams, you’re touching my face

i hope sometimes you wonder about me

i’m pretty sure we almost broke up last night

i read you should never leave a fight unresolved

okay, let’s talk

i’ve been loving you for quite some time

i think that it’s best if we both stay

i love you, because you have given me no choice not to

i like hanging out with you

it’s been occurring to me i’d like to hang out with you for my whole life

for the first time i had something to lose

i see your face in every crowd

i don’t wanna dance if i’m not dancing with you

kiss me, try to fix it

what a sad beautiful tragic love affair

everybody loves pretty, everybody loves cool

your secrets end up splashed on the news front page

they’ll tell you that you’re lucky

you don’t feel pretty, you just feel used

they still tell the legend of how you disappeared

let me tell you now, you’re the lucky one

it’s been you all along

this is the last time I let you in my door

i won’t hurt you anymore

i love you to the moon and back

no one knows what to say

what if i really thought some miracle would see us through?

look at you, worrying so much about things you can’t change

don’t you see the starlight?

don’t you dream impossible things?

we could get married

give me the keys

i’d drive away before i let you go

i’ll wait for you

darling let’s run from it all

we can go where no one else is

give me a reason and don’t say no

this thing was a shot in the dark

say you’ll never let them tear us apart

i know that you like me

you’re so far away

you could be the one that i love

you could be the one that i keep

i could be the reason you can’t sleep at night

i’m wondering if i’ll ever see you again

how strange that i don’t know you at all

i don’t wanna miss you like this

come back… be here

i don’t wanna need you this way

if i had known what I’d known now i never would’ve played so nonchalant

i can’t help but wish you took me with you

this is falling in love in the cruelest way

it’s not fair that you’re not around

she looks like she’s been through it

what will become of me once i’ve lost my novelty?

i’ve had too much to drink tonight

it’s like i can feel time moving

how can a person know everything at eighteen but nothing at twenty-two?

will you still want me when i’m nothing new?

are we only biding time until i lose your attention?

i’ll say i’m happy for her, then i’ll cry myself to sleep

i wonder if they’ll miss me once they drive me out

he didn’t like it when i wore high heels

he always said he didn’t get this song

you don’t know how nice that is

i think it’s strange that you think i’m funny ‘cause he never did

all love ever does is break and burn and end

why fall in love, just so you can watch in go away?

it’s not just a phase i’m in

all this time i didn’t know you were breaking down

i’ll be summer sun for you forever

when the lights go out, it’s hard to breathe

i’d take that bomb inside your head and disarm it

i love you even at your darkest

please don’t go

believe in one thing: i won’t go away

i’ve got it wrong

it’s been you all along

this is the last time i let you in my door

i won’t hurt you anymore

they don’t know about the night in the hotel

we broke the status quo, then we broke each other’s hearts

no one knows how much i miss you

do you know how much i miss you?

i just wanna know you better

your eyes look like coming home

you’ll be mine and i’ll be yours

all i’ve known since yesterday is everything has changed

let me know that it’s not all in my mind

i know i’m probably better off on my own

i see the permanent damage you did to me

i know the bravest thing i ever did was run

i just wish you were a better man

i gave you my best and we both know you can’t say that

how could you do this, babe?

we ain’t getting through this one, babe

i hate that because of you, i can’t love you

this is it, i’ve had enough

you said you needed space

we are never, ever getting back together

i used to think that we were forever

i mean this is exhausting, you know?

you should’ve been here

baby, i’m right here

you said you’d be here

now i just wanna be alone

your close friends always seem to know when there’s something really wrong

what do you say when tears are streaming down your face in front of everyone you know?

i’m sorry i didn’t make it

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[liaraliara]

Super detailed questions about your OCs

[museinspo]

sten-disapproves :

1. What’s their full name? Why was that chosen? Does it mean anything? 2. Do they have any titles? How did they get them? 3. Did they have a good childhood? What are fond memories they have of it? What’s a bad memory? 4. What is their relationship with their parents? What’s a good and bad memory with them? Did they know both parents? 5. Do they have any siblings? What’s their names? What is their relationship with them? Has their relationship changed since they were kids to adults? 6. What were they like at school? Did they enjoy it? Did they finish? What level of higher education did they reach? What subjects did they enjoy? Which did they hate? 7. Did they have lots of friends as a child? Did they keep any of their childhood friends into adulthood? 8. Did they have pets as a child? Do they have pets as an adult? Do they like animals? 9. Do animals like them? Do they get on well with animals? 10. Do they like children? Do children like them? Do they have or want any children? What would they be like as a parent? Or as a godparent/babysitter/ect? 11. Do they have any special diet requirements? Are they a vegetarian? Vegan? Have any allergies? 12. What is their favourite food? 13. What is their least favourite food? 14. Do they have any specific memories of food/a restaurant/meal? 15. Are they good at cooking? Do they enjoy it? What do others think of their cooking? 16. Do they collect anything? What do they do with it? Where do they keep it? 17. Do they like to take photos? What do they like to take photos of? Selfies? What do they do with their photos? 18. What’s their favourite genre of: books, music, tv shows, films, video games and anything else 19. What’s their least favourite genres? 20. Do they like musicals? Music in general? What do they do when they’re favourite song comes? 21. Do they have a temper? Are they patient? What are they like when they do lose their temper? 22. What are their favourite insults to use? What do they insult people for? Or do they prefer to bitch behind someone’s back? 23. Do they have a good memory? Short term or long term? Are they good with names? Or faces? 24. What is their sleeping pattern like? Do they snore? What do they like to sleep on? A soft or hard mattress? 25. What do they find funny? Do they have a good sense of humour? Are they funny themselves? 26. How do they act when they’re happy? Do they sing? Dance? Hum? Or do they hide their emotions? 27. What makes them sad? Do they cry regularly? Do they cry openly or hide it? What are they like they are sad? 28. What is their biggest fear? What in general scares them? How do they act when they’re scared? 29. What do they do when they find out someone else’s fear? Do they tease them? Or get very over protective? 30. Do they exercise? Regularly? Or only when forced? What do they act like pre-work out and post-work out? 31. Do they drink? What are they like drunk? What are they like hungover? How do they act when other people are drunk or hungover? Kind or teasing? 32. What do they dress like? What sorta shops do they buy clothes from? Do they wear the fashion that they like? What do they wear to sleep? Do they wear makeup? What’s their hair like? 33. What underwear do they wear? Boxers or briefs? Lacey? Comfy granny panties? 34. What is their body type? How tall are they? Do they like their body? 35. What’s their guilty pleasure? What is their totally unguilty pleasure? 36. What are they good at? What hobbies do they like? Can they sing? 37. Do they like to read? Are they a fast or slow reader? Do they like poetry? Fictional or non fiction? 38. What do they admire in others? What talents do they wish they had? 39. Do they like letters? Or prefer emails/messaging? 40. Do they like energy drinks? Coffee? Sugary food? Or can they naturally stay awake and alert? 41. What’s their sexuality? What do they find attractive? Physically and mentally? What do they like/need in a relationship? 42. What are their goals? What would they sacrifice anything for? What is their secret ambition? 43. Are they religious? What do they think of religion? What do they think of religious people? What do they think of non religious people? 44. What is their favourite season? Type of weather? Are they good in the cold or the heat? What weather do they complain in the most? 45. How do other people see them? Is it similar to how they see themselves? 46. Do they make a good first impression? Does their first impression reflect them accurately? How do they introduce themselves? 47. How do they act in a formal occasion? What do they think of black tie wear? Do they enjoy fancy parties and love to chit chat or loathe the whole event? 48. Do they enjoy any parties? If so what kind? Do they organise the party or just turn up? How do they act? What if they didn’t want to go but were dragged along by a friend? 49. What is their most valued object? Are they sentimental? Is there something they have to take everywhere with them? 50. If they could only take one bag of stuff somewhere with them: what would they pack? What do they consider their essentials?

[ladyofthenorthstar]

STATUS: Closed except for @theenchantingtm LOCATION: aslan's country-saltwood court palace-ice festival DATE & TIME: winter 0001 ac-early afternoon

Emilie couldn't help but laugh as she looked around at all the colorful banners set up in the snow. It was her first time being a human again in centuries, just in time for the first Ice Festival in Aslan's Country. She had been to the ice festivals when she was a girl, at her sister-in-law's court, but (with no offense to Tamzin) it had been nothing like this. The feel of the crisp winter air, the scent of cinnamon and nutmeg, the warmth of the fires in the hearths, the sound of children laughing, and the rainbow of colors; it was enough to overwhelm the senses. Emilie loved it.

She heard the sound of musicians striking up, and was just turning around to look when she bumped into another young woman. Emilie reached out and grabbed her arm, both to steady the other woman and herself. "Pardon me!" She exclaimed. "I haven't quite gotten my sea legs yet."

[theenchantingtm]

The reappearance of the Ice Festival warmed Rayne's heart and spirit. It was one of her favorite traditions during her time in the old Narnia, both because of the special moments with family, and getting to see new and old faces enjoying themselves at court. She would never get annoyed at the sound of children's laughter, their feet pounding down on the stone floors of the castle, or snowballs whipping through the air around her head. She simply thrived at this time of year, and was just as excited as the children to see it back.

Aimlessly, she found herself wandering around the festivities, soaking up all the sights, sounds, and smells of the afternoon. The sound of music had just started to tingle in her ears when she found herself meeting with another. "Oh, dear!" She had managed to startle herself, and had hoped dearly that she had not harmed the young girl when she hit into her. "Are you okay, sweetie?" As she felt the young girl's hand grasp her arm, she felt the need to put her free arm around the girl's shoulders.

[thegracioustm]

certainly, the most unexpected thing that had happened since the destruction of narnia and reuniting with edmund in aslan's country was the arrival of susan, at the start of their yuletide celebrations. but arlise had missed susan dearly, and had spent far too long without her sister-in-law in her afterlife. arlise knew that susan hadn't truly forgotten about them - she understood all too well the reality of living when your loved ones are in a separate world. she couldn't find fault with how susan chose to grieve her many losses from narnia while continuing to move forward on earth.

it was with a full and happy heart that arlise welcomed the first celebration of yuletide in aslan's country, happy to once again celebrate traditions from her time in narnia with her family and friends. it was something she had missed during her prior years in aslan's country, and now that narnia had been destroyed she was very welcoming of the changes happening throughout their eternal kingdom.

the frost fair had always been a favorite event for arlise - just seeing the joy on all the children's faces was something she would forever love and cherish. but this year, things just felt different. apparently, their entire group had thought the same thing - at the same time. with nothing but giggles escaping her lips, arlise quickly ran behind a pillar and scooped up a fresh snowball, delicately smooshing it in her hands to form a ball before whipping it at susan, whose playful taunts quickly brought up the competitiveness within her. "oh, who has bad aim now? looks like rayne does."

[theenchantingtm]

one thing rayne had expected to take years yet to happen is for susan to appear in aslan's country - not a mere months. but she wasn't about to be upset when her beloved sister-in-law walked into saltwater court palace and announced her arrival to their eternal heaven. of course, it was heartbreaking that susan had died in her world at such a young age, but it felt good to have their family whole again, and it had felt amazing to hold susan in her arms and have the deep conversations they had been known for in their past.

therefore, susan's arrival had made their first annual celebration of yuletide in aslan's country that much more special. rayne's first days had been spent spending time with loved ones and new friends alike, before rayne had finally ventured out of saltwater court palace to partake in the many festivities - the first of which being the frost fair. rayne hauled up her children and off they went to have fun with their cousins.

during her lifetime, rayne had always enjoyed the frost fair, but had never played like the kids always would. but this year, it must have been something in the air, for all at once, rayne, susan, arlise, and jacquetta had the same thought - snowball fight! rayne's first throws had not landed their intended targets, but once she got back into the habit, she found it much easier for her aim to be successful. the playful jests from her sister-in-laws seemed a massive help in the matter as well, and rayne's next throw landed in target smack in the middle of the face - jacquetta.

[iterumme]

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[theenchantingtm]

@hisangelrosalie​ || Starter

RAYNE KNEW HER FRIEND HAD BEEN HAVING A TOUGH GO OF THINGS SINCE HER PARENTS DISOWNED HER, but she wasn’t entirely sure what to do to help. she had never been in that situation before ——– and while she often didn’t get along very WELL with her father, she knew he would never disown her or throw her out of the house, no matter how opposing their views might be ——– if anything, because the mere notion would make him look BAD. and for that, rayne was thankful beyond words.

it was a hogsmeade weekend, and rayne had managed to get some EXTRA money stored up ——– she knew if she chose wisely, she could pick just the right things to make a gift basket of things for rosalie. it was a SMALL gesture ——– but she could remember many times where the mere notion that someone thought enough of her to buy her anything had BRIGHTENED up her day considerably.

she had dallied her afternoon away in the small wizarding village, picking up a variety of sweets, bewitched flowers that would stay fresh and fragrant for a year (which had turned out to me her main EXPENSE of the day), a couple of items from zonko’s, a new scarf from gladrag’s wizardwear, some cakes and tea from madam puddifoot’s, a new book and diary, a new quill and some special pink ink, and lastly a large cup of butterbeer from the three broomsticks. she had picked up a little basket from madam puddifoot, that she no longer had a need for.

she was in bright spirits and a HOPEFUL mood as she walked up to rosalie, and offered her a small smile. ❛ a gift, for you. ❜ she held out the basket to her friend; not a drop of pity was to be seen in her eyes. ❛ it’s nothing much, just a little pick me up. i picked everything out especially for you ——– i do hope you like it all. i think everything is quite to your tastes ——– and the book and ink are new arrivals to the village. ❜

she folded her hands in her lap, nothing but love and friendship showing on her face. it wasn’t hard to keep the pity from showing ——– after all, she didn’t pity her friend. it was ANGER she had to try and keep from showing ——– she was glad rosalie’s parents were no where near the school ——– it would take great restraint for her to not deliver a smack to mr. hale the next time she came across him.

❛ and there is one more thing ——– i’ve spoken with my mother, and she said if you ever want to stay with us, at all, this summer, that you are more than welcome to it. i believe tillie is having one of her friends over for a portion of the summer as well. i’m sure it wouldn’t be too boring. ❜

[theenchantingtm]

ARLISE PEVENSIE

THE PAST MONTHS HAD BEEN THE MOST DIFFICULT OF HER LIFE ——– more difficult than her ABUSIVE childhood. she had lost nearly EVERYTHING, all at once ——– her husband, her crown, her safety ——– and, worst of all ——– two of her children. there had hardly been any time at all to make decisions ——– they had to act quickly to try and save their country, then had to act quickly to try and ESCAPE with their lives. arlise had sent her daughter, vanessa, to telmar with her sister-in-law rayne, who was 6 months pregnant, to help her along the journey. and she had sent her oldest, corinna, and her young son easton, on a ship with some of their cousins, bound for the lone islands, where they would shortly stay before embarking onto telmar ——– to safety. but the ship had NEVER reached it’s destination, and after over a month of hoping, it was safe to say the ship was now lying at the bottom of the eastern ocean ——– most likely a victim to the kraken or a rogue wave.

she had lost her other sister-in-law, aniza, and her children whilst still in narnia ——– horrendous VICTIMS to the slaughter of beheading. and whilst on her journey to telmar, she had lost her brother-in-law, rhett, to outlaws in the woods. it had been a long and difficult journey ——– arlise had learned before rayne left narnia, though she kept the news to herself, that she was expecting once again. this PREGNANCY had been kind to her ——– but her journey had not. her hips felt permanently locked in a saddle position, she had blisters on both hands, and her back ached like it was broken. but she did EVERYTHING she could to save this child growing in her belly ——– the last gift given to her by edmund before he DISAPPEARED.

it was with the LAST of her strength that she rode into the castle grounds of telmar ——– safe at last from the anarchy of narnia, and found a loving smile to give to her daughter, vanessa, when she came running forwards. she was TERRIFIED of letting go of the reins, afraid of falling to the earthy ground, losing her balance on her tired horse. silently, she rode the last few feet towards a guard, who reached up and GENTLY lifted her from her horse to the ground, where she held a steady hand on his arm while she let her hips adjust to standing.

after her quick greetings with her daughter ——– who ran off to ready her room for her mother, arlise turned her attention to her sister-in-law, rayne. black circles rimmed under her eyes, and she gave rayne a sad, DEFEATED smile. silent tears started to stream down her dust-covered face as she held her arms out to welcome rayne into them, her growing belly acting as a barrier between the pair and rayne’s daughter.

❛ oh, rayne… it’s awful. have you heard all the news? it’s just all so HORRIFIC… ❜ she wiped her eyes quickly, not letting go of her grip on rayne, THANKFUL to have her still in her life after the short-lived war. ❛ corinna, easton, aniza, gilbert, wolfe, rhett, nydia, zea… all gone… we had to leave essence and penelope with king lune, poor essence was too SICK to carry on… ❜ it took all her might to not openly weep ——– she did not wish to scare little fiona, and the other kids were trailing in the castle gates as she spoke.

finally, arlise pulled away from rayne and set a hand on her GROWING belly. ❛ and you weren’t the only one to set out while pregnant. it appears both brothers left us with PARTING GIFTS when they disappeared. ❜ she let out a crying chuckle, as she looked up into rayne’s eyes. ❛ oh, rayne… what are we to do without them? without all of our kids? all of nieces and nephews? how are we to carry on… ❜ the words choked on the way out. arlise could not finish her thought aloud, the words were too PAINFUL to speak.

HER ARMS STARTED TO SHAKE EVER SO SLIGHTLY, causing her grip onto arlise to tighten, her hand on arlise’s back bunching into a fist, taking some of her sister-in-law’s dress with her. the wound of LOSING her eldest daughter was still too raw ——– too REAL. she couldn’t imagine losing two of her children, like arlise had. and poor little penelope was left WITHOUT having any parents at all ——– perhaps aniza had been the LUCKY one after all ——– she passed on with both of her children. and while she was happy to have given birth to her daughter avanya after safely reaching telmar, she did not except that in doing so she would LOSE one of her beloved children. she was THANKFUL that arlise had arrived ——– at least she still had one of her in-law’s left to grieve and heal with.

as her relief settled in that a decent portion of her family was safe and sound in telmar, she realized just what she had barely NOTICED, as arlise pulled away from her ——– arlise had a growing belly to her ——– she was expecting a baby ——– a GIFT left over from her dear edmund, just like the gift her peter had left her with. but she did not have much time to celebrate with arlise just yet ——– for arlise and her had much to grieve over before they could celebrate. not to mention just how POOR arlise looked in health ——– and she looked in deep PAIN. ❛ oh, arlise ... how in aslan’s name did you manage the journey? i only managed because i had a carriage to carry me in... but riding on horseback ——– and during such a DANGEROUS time, being chased the entire journey. i simply can’t IMAGINE. let’s get you inside, fetch a doctor. you look liable to give way at any moment... ❜

with a gentle tug, rayne steered her sister-in-law towards the castle entrance, making sure to keep a tight GRIP around arlise, giving a knowing look towards one of the servants, just in case arlise’s legs gave way beneath her. she took SLOW steps, despite her urgency to get arlise safely behind the sturdy walls and into a comfortable seat. ❛ tell me ——– what are you hoping for? a boy, by chance? or another girl ——–? ❜ she was trying to keep both of their minds preoccupied ——– she did not wish to answer arlise’s questions about what they would do, or how they would HANDLE their situation. it was far too painful to think about. it was a bonus that it helped her hide her DISAPPOINTMENT that her daughter, penelope, was in archenland, sick ——– and without her MOTHER to help her through it.

❛ i think, with all due CONSIDERATION, that the birth of my little one went considerably well. i wish you had been by my side, though. ❜ a frustrated sigh escaped from her lips, thinking back to when she had to deliver with so many people who meant well, but they were far from those that she WANTED by her side. she was so LONELY and AFRAID that she had broken conduct and let her niece, vanessa, in the room with her. to this day, she was still thankful she had let her in. ❛ i named her avanya ——– i think peter would have liked the name... she has blonde hair ——– one glance at her and i KNEW immediately why i had such bad indigestion. ❜

she was the mood could be lightened, while also getting to speak of good news for a change. aslan knew how needed it was ——– though that thought alone made her WONDER yet again why aslan never came to their aid ——– NEVER stopped the killings, or saved the ships that were lost at sea. she would by lying if she said she did not feel ABANDONED by the great lion ——– though she knew she should not think such things. nonetheless, she offered up a smile to arlise, hoping to see a small one returned upon her tired face.

❛ and vanessa has been nothing but the picture of PERFECTION. i don’t believe i could have gotten through avanya’s birth WITHOUT her. but i must apologize, i did admit her into my birthing chambers without your leave ——– but i was DESPERATE for a face from home... ——– a face that wasn’t full of nothing but pity. OH! and i did not mention! ——– perhaps it is not my news to share, but your dear seroreah has had a child of her own! granted, it is out of wedlock, and they are calling her a bastard child ——– but her little one and mine have taken to each other quite easily in the nursery. i’m just CERTAIN your little bundle of joy will join them just as easily when the time comes. ❜

[narniansagafamily]

[theenchantingtm]

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THE ENTIRE CASTLE WAS IN A FLURRY OF RUSH ——– THE TRUMPETS HAD SOUNDED, servants were thundering around the castle, preparing for the arriving guests, scurrying into the kitchens to make sure food, enough for an entourage, was being prepared ——– for no doubt their guests would be starving. rayne had arrived at the telmarine court, her small adopted daughter in her arms, and her adopted niece vanessa at her side, nearly two months prior. her sister-in-law, arlise, was expected to come after ——– so long as she survived the dangerous journey out of narnia into telmar.

their beloved country was in shambles ——– ANARCHY rampaged across their nation after their husbands and sister-in-laws, the pevensie siblings, disappeared. narnia’s enemies took the opportunity to march into the confusion, and start a war. they did not want to see consorts on the throne, nor did they want to see the pevensie children on the throne ——– they wanted the throne for THEMSELVES. rayne had spent the past two months worrying about her family ——– she had heard rumors, but did not want to believe anything so dreadful.

rayne rushed out of the castle with the other nobles, her daughter held tight in her arms as always, and young vanessa came rushing at her side. it was her daughter’s weight in her arms that kept her from shaking too terribly. she was fearful ——– fearful of the rumors, fearful of who would not show up ——– ever again.

the road dust was quite large ——– silently telling them their party was of decent size ——– but not nearly large enough to be the rest of her family. it was bad enough that two ships were to have arrived weeks ago ——– ships containing some of her nieces and nephews. it had never been seen again after it hastily left narnia’s docks.

rayne silently lifted her hand up to her eyes, shielding the blinding sun, her eyes in a tight squint ——– hoping to make out someone ——– anyone ——– in the oncoming party. but as the party got closer, it was little vanessa who had made someone out first, and rayne found herself running after her niece, listening to her excited shouts aimed at her mother.

with courtesy, rayne left her niece run at and hug her mother, and eagerly awaited her turn to take her beloved sister-in-law into her arms, grateful that she had arrived safely at last ——– and eager to take her aside and discuss what had become of the others ——– if she knew anything definite ——– and if she had heard of the same rumors.

❛  oh, how i’ve missed you. we’ve all missed you, dearly. i am so, so happy you are alright. ❜