《The Telmarine Princess》Chapter Eight - The Secret
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---Katerina---
"Katerina wake up" I waved my arm out and someone caught it.
"Nice try sister but there's a Telmarine solider been sighed at the tree line." I shot up
"Okay I'm up" there was a chuckled
"Don't know what your laughing at I'm still tired you're carrying me" there was a audible sigh as he gave in and slipped his arms around my back and under my legs I leaned in to him but rubbed my eyes and yawned. Opening my eyes I adjusted to the light of the torches.
"And where would her highness like to sit?" He teased Ii pointed to the other half of the stone table and he sat me down.
"good now that we're all here" Peter snapped looking at me I simply smiled and waved. It please me that he was pissed off not so fun is it.
"It's only a matter of time Miraz's men and war machines are on their way. That means those same men aren't protecting his castle" doesn't he mean our castle that he scared us out of.
"What do you propose we do your majesty?" Reep asked
"We need to get ready for it." "To start planning for..." King Peter and Caspian both said. the King stared down my brother till he backed off this got me annoyed. I stood up and went to link my arm with my brother.
"Our only hope is to strike them before they strike us."
"Okay no I know there is something wrong with your brain because no one has ever taken that castle and there's a reason" I scoffed
"There is always a first time" he retorted
"We have the element of surprise." Trumpkin stated
"Okay let's get one thing straight this is impossible. I know the defences or at least most of them. There is no way in Narnia that you can get in and out without half of the army dying. I should know because a majority were put in place because of me" I stopped when I realised what I had begin to say.
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"So you can help us point there weakness'" Peter stated
"No absolutely not. Sorry but I'm not giving away the very things that were supposed to protect me" I clutched onto my brothers arm he rubbed it soothingly.
"If we dig in we could proberly hold them off indefinably " I sent Susan a thankful look
"I for one feel safer underground" D.T informed us.
"Look, I appreciate what you've done here but this isn't a fortress it's a tomb
"Yes and if they're smart the Telmarines will wait and starve us out" King Edmund stated
"we could collect nuts" Pertwig suggested
"Yes and thrown them at the Telmarines...shut up" I smiled at that comment "I think you know where i stand sire" Reep declared. Peter's gaze shifted towards Glenstorm.
"If I get your troops in can you handle the guards?" King Peter asked i sent a pleading look towards our new friend and he sent a sympathetic look back.
"Or die trying my liege" I shook my head i knew this wasn't going to end well.
"That's what I'm worried about?" Queen Lucy spoke up.
"Sorry?"
"Well you're all acting like there's two options dying here or dying there"
"I don't think you've been listening Lu"
"No you're not listening or have you forgotten you really defeated the white witch Peter"
"I think we've waited for Aslan long enough" he retorted. I walked out and on to the land that over looked the field
"Why won't you help?" I had been sitting there for a while and Peter.
"I have my reasons"
"You talk about me taking over when all you do is not do anything at least I'm doing something." i stood up.
"Last i checked i was the one helping solders with Telmarine tactics. What have you been doing huh trying to prove you still know Narnia yeah like that's going to help."
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"I've been taking charge!" i rolled my eyes he sighed
"Why won't you help"
"It's a stupid plan" i replied sitting back down. There was silence and i thought he had gone sweeping my hair to the side i let the gentle breeze touch my back
"What's that" i jumped and put my hair back looking round.
"What's what?" i asked
"Them marks on your back" i stood up going to leave
"What?"
"Tell me about them marks on your back" i said nothing just looked at my exit
"Now Katerina"
"You cannot order me. Now let me go." he let go and I walked away.
-Peter-
I stayed silent, figuring out a different approach she removed her hair showed he back. There were burn marks or what used to be burn marks. I knew she had them for a while because they has faded a little but were now a part of her. I asked what they were but she tried to ignore me, she was stubborn and private. I wanted to know why she wouldn't help us but i got nowhere so i thought i might as well try my last hope...Caspian. I found him in one of the separate rooms.
"Caspian I need you to tell me something" i started
"What do you want to know" he replied sharpening his sword.
"Why has Katerina got burns on her back and Why won't she help us?" he stopped
"She could be holding something important to our success and I would like to know...please" he sighed and continued.
"She would kill me if I told."
"I won't tell"
"Here is a thought get her to like you" i looked at him eye to eye
"Caspian"
"I'm sorry but it's not my story to tell. Its hers and i like having my head where it is" i huff and leave why is it so damn hard to get a answer. i sat on the stone table holding my head in my hands.
"What's wrong Pete?" Ed asked
"There is some big secret with the highness' of Telmar. Katerina has burns on her back and i want to know why. She won't tell me because she hates me and Caspian is rightfully loyal to her. I think it has something to do with why she refuses to help us with defences"
"Why are you so hell bent on the defences we have a secure way to get in."
"I know i just want the facts there could be something we don't know about but she does."
"Look if Katerina knows something then Caspian knows" Just then Katerina walked in.
"I have been shamed and guilted by my brother into telling you some of the things i know." she folded her arms.
"If the alarm is raised you have three minutes to leave, There will be archers everywhere ready to shoot on the command of General Glozelle. there will be 100+ guards with swords in two minutes maybe less of the alarm being raised. If you are out in the court yard there is a high chance you won't survive and unless you have horses you won't make it out of the city. Happy now."
"One more thing"
"what" she gave me a cold hard look.
"tell me about the scars on your back"
"why do you want to know i have told you what you need to know the rest involves my room."
"Katerina"
"I was kidnapped on my fifth birthday. A black dwarf, Hag and a werewolf wanted me for some reason. I kept on struggling and any time i did they would burn me. There now you know" she turned and left
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