She turns a corner one day, taking a shortcut down an alley way to make her return home quicker. The air picks up around her, tugs at her hair, pulls at her clothes, everything she remembers, and she closes her eyes.
"Not again," she whispers, and stays as still as she can until everything around her goes quiet and still.
She had been told - threatened - promised - forever in the world she came from.
It's not Narnia as she knew it that she opens her eyes to. It's Telmarine, in so many ways, but there are enough Narnians at her first glance that she is not completely alone.
She pulls herself higher, taller, and tries to ignore those who clearly want to handle her. Her clothing is wrong, but she is still a Queen and she will not cease to be so.
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Date: 2022-09-11 08:03 pm (UTC)"Not again," she whispers, and stays as still as she can until everything around her goes quiet and still.
She had been told - threatened - promised - forever in the world she came from.
It's not Narnia as she knew it that she opens her eyes to. It's Telmarine, in so many ways, but there are enough Narnians at her first glance that she is not completely alone.
She pulls herself higher, taller, and tries to ignore those who clearly want to handle her. Her clothing is wrong, but she is still a Queen and she will not cease to be so.
"I would speak to your King."