"I said this world, this world, could leave us any day but my love for you, it will never go away." Angel-Leona Lewis.
As we got nearer to the centaurs, I fell back, letting the four Pevensies walk alone. I was on Caspian's right and my brother on his left. Caspian seemed to hesitate before following the four.
Torches were the only light in this underground camp. Creatures were moving around with haste, fixing armour and gathering weapons. Preparing for the soon to be war.
"It may not be what you are used to but it is defensible." Caspian told us.
"No, it's great." Oliver said as he looked around. "It's not where you train that wins a war, it's how you train."
I watched the boy who had attacked me earlier walk over to a young girl. She had to be his sister, twin sister by the looks of them. He whispered something to her and she shot Peter a disgusted look. What is wrong with the two of them? Something is not right. It was Susan's voice that brought me out of my thoughts.
"I think you'll want to see this." She was standing at the entrance on a tunnel leading off to the left with a torch in hand.
We all nodded at her comment and followed her. Peter took a torch and when Susan stopped looking at the wall he stopped and looked at it too.
"It's us." Susan said.
The four of them on their thrones in Cair Paravel was painted onto the wall. There was one of my brother and me standing side by side. Behind Lucy, the lamppost with a faun who could only be Tumnus had been represented.
"What is this place?" Lucy asked.
"You don't know?" Caspian sounded surprised and yet his face had a small smirk.
"No, it's all new to us." Oliver told him.
Caspian took the torch from the wall and continued down the tunnel. We knew we were to follow. We slowly trailed behind him and came to a pitch black place. Caspian went down the steps and lit something. The fire spread around the room revealing something I was not expecting. The stone table, there it was after all these years, still broken in two, on the wall behind it was a carved portrait on the lion himself: Aslan.
Lucy was first to break away from the initial shock as she walked up to the stone table gently placing her hand on it. Susan followed her.
"He must know what he's doing." She said simply.
There was a short pause before Peter spoke.
"I think it's up to us now."
There was another silence.
"We need to organise a war counsel, and quickly." I added.
"I agree." Caspian nodded. "Now that we have the weapons a decision must be taken."
"Round up the best troops as quickly as possible." Peter ordered as he turned and began to walk out of the tomb. I'm going to check the defences."
"And where are to hold the counsel?" Caspian asked.
"Here." Peter and I said simultaneously.
It was just before dusk when everyone gathered for the counsel. I felt back in my element, this was where I was supposed to be: leading armies and being amongst Narnians. I recognised a few of the people here like Trumpkin, Reepicheep and the two siblings who still had no information about. All four Pevensies were here and so were Caspian and Oliver. A faun had just come to warn us that one of Miraz's scouts had just been seen near our base.
"It's only a matter of time." Peter began. "Miraz's men and war machines are on their way."
"They won't hesitate to meet us in open battle. The only thing they want to do is make Narnians extinct. He won't take any prisoners." Oliver added.
"But that means those same men are not guarding the castle." Peter continued.
"What are you suggesting, your Majesty?" Reepicheep asked.
"We need to get ready for it…" "To start planning for …" Peter and Caspian spoke at the same time making the whole situation quite awkward.
Peter started back at Caspian who gave in and let Peter continue his speech.
"Our only hope is to strike them before they strike us." Peter told the assembly.
"That's crazy. No one has ever taken that castle." Caspian said once he caught on to what Peter was saying.
"There's always a first." Peter shot back.
"We'll have the element of surprise." Trumpkin added.
"Cair Paravel was told to be unbreechable and yet look what happened." The girl reminded everyone.
"If defended properly it was impossible to siege." Peter spoke up. "But every army has its weakness and they found our army with no leader. An army needs a leader as much as we need air. Without one, they crumble."
"You know a lot about warfare." The boy remarked. "But defending a castle isn't the same. Whatever you fling at the enemy it always gives it back."
"No offense but I think we might have more experience than you." Peter snapped.
I saw hurt flash across the boy's face before it turned into anger. The boy shot Peter a deadly glare but didn't respond. It was better that way, not many people can win an argument against Peter.
"But we have the advantage here." Caspian argued.
"If we dig in, we could possibly hold them off indefinitely." Susan agreed.
Peter shot her dark look, obviously not happy that she was siding with Caspian and not him.
"I, for one, feel safer underground." Badger told us.
"Look." Peter began. "I appreciate what you've done here but this isn't a fortress it's a tomb."
"And if the Telmarines are smart they'll just wait and starve us out." Edmund added.
"We could collect nuts." A squirrel informed the council.
"Yes and throw them at the Telmarines!" Reepicheep said sarcastically. "Shut up!" He then turned to Peter. "I think you know where I stand, sire."
There was a short silence and slowly I noticed that the Pevensies and Oliver were looking at me as if I had the answer.
"Rebecca?" Peter asked. "You've been quiet; you must have something to say."
"Which opinions do you want Peter?" He was confused I could tell. "The opinion of your military advisor, my personal opinion or your wife's opinion, I've got quite a bit to say?"
Peter seemed to hesitate.
"As my military advisor." He said carefully.
"So be it." I sighed. "Attacking the castle is the best idea we've got, because staying here will only get us killed. The Telmarines could attack when they want and we would have no warning. They'd surround us and we'd starve. If we take control of the castle, you control Narnia. But, one flaw in the plan and we're dead meat. One flaw and we need to get out of there. Stick to it and we've won. Never have we failed a war or attack, Peter, why should it start now?"
The room was silent as Peter thought about it. He then looked to Glenstorm.
"If I get your troops in, can you handle the guards?" He asked.
"Or die trying, my liege." The centaur said in a deep voice as he slowly inclined his head.
"That's what I'm worried about." Lucy piped in.
"Sorry?" Peter looked at her eyebrows furrowed in confusion.
"You're all acting like there are only two options. Dying here or dying there."
"I'm not sure you've been listening Lu." Peter brushed her off.
"No, you're not listening." She retorted. "Or have you forgotten who really defeated the White Witch, Peter?"
"I think we've waited for Aslan long enough." Peter said sternly before turning to walk out.
As Peter left I sighed. He can't just walk out when someone actually talks sense.
"Council is over; we will meet and discuss the plan tomorrow morning. You've all earned a good night's sleep." I told the assembly before following Peter out.
"Hey." I said as I joined Peter outside under the moonlight.
He was sitting on the edge of the fortress with his feet dangling off the side. The moonlight was hitting him and it looked great. Sometimes I wonder how he stills affects me like this.
"Hi." He responded as I sat beside him.
"What's up?" I asked as I slipped my hand into his.
"Everything." He answered.
"Not helping much." I sighed. "You can tell me anything Peter."
"I know I can." He turned his gaze to me. "I'm just … I … I just don't know what to do. Why is everything so difficult this time round?"
"It's not, it's just the same. You're just being too hard on yourself and letting emotions and pride in your way."
"Don't tell me you're not agreeing with Caspian just because you think breeching the castle is the best thing. You're trying to prove you're better than him. Don't do that, it will just make thing worse." I explained.
"I'm sorry for being distant." Peter apologised.
"You're not being distant Peter. We've just not got the chance to spend time together. We're here to do a job not to fool about."
"What's your opinion then?"
"What?" I asked him.
"Back in there, you said you had a personal opinion and an opinion as my wife, what are they?" Peter asked.
"Attacking the castle is what we should do if we were acting off my instinct, no tactics no strategies just barge right in there."
"The impulsive method." Peter joked.
"Shut up." I smacked his arm playfully.
"And as my wife?" His tone got more serious.
"I'd prefer you on an open battlefield, because I know we'd have the advantage there. You wouldn't get hurt and there would be no surprises. You'd win and come back safely."
"You don't need to worry about me." He kissed my forehead. "You've always got my back and I will always have yours."
"That's what I'm worried about. What happens if I'm not there when you need me to be? Or you're not there for me?"
"Don't worry; it's never happened why should it start now?" He said as he caressed my cheek with his thumb.
"Accidents happen." I said looking up into his piercing blue eyes.
"I'll never let anything happen to you." He swore. "Whoever tries to get in the way of us I'll cut them down. I promise."
I just smiled. His hand was still on my cheek but slowly moved down to my jawline before he slowly moved in. My hand automatically went to his neck pulling him in closer. Our lips moved perfectly together and slowly: we were savouring the moment. Last night had been out of lust and longing and full of unexpressed emotion, trying to make up for the year we had lost but this was different we wanted to take our time make it romantic. We pulled away from each other when we were in desperate need of some air. Grinning at each other like some lovesick teenagers, then again we were. Peter got up and extended his hand to me witch I gladly took. We walked back to the "quarters", if you could call it that, which had been given to us when we arrived. Peter and I attached our lips to each other's again as we undressed ourselves. He gently pushed me back against what was our bed for the next days and we both fell back onto the soft sheets slipping under them. He hovered over me as he usually did. I gasped and he took this to his advantage and slipped his tongue in my mouth. This moment reminded me of one other: our wedding night. It was gentle, full of care and held a lot of love. For the second night in a row, I was reliving an intimate moment we had shared. Peter pulled out and collapsed beside me. I snuggled into his chest with him wrapping his arms around me.
"I love you so much." He whispered.
"I love you too." I murmured back.
The moment was perfect; I could just lie here next to him forever. That's all I needed him for the rest of my days but I knew deep down that was probably not going to the case. If not I was going to fight for it.
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