Narnia: Strange Lands

[edenbound]

Fandom: Narnia
Pairing: None
Warnings: None
Rating: G
Summary: Lasaraleen asks about Narnia. For over_look.


"Tell me about your country," Lasaraleen says. If Aravis is so bent on going there, she thinks, she has to find some way of stopping her. She and Aravis have never understood each other, but still. The girl is so impulsive. She has to listen to sense.

"Well," the Narnian lord says, his eyes on the wine in his glass. Lasaraleen thinks he looks sad, and frowns a little at that. Why should he be sad, in her company, in the Tisroc's palace? "It's a beautiful country. Just a few years ago all was covered in snow, but our kings and queens -- "

"King Peter, King Edmund, Queen Susan and Queen Lucy," Lasaraleen says, her Calormene accent making her trip over the simple names. "I've heard all about them. Queen Susan seems lovely."

"The Queen is indeed gracious, and her brothers and sister alike."

Lasaraleen frowns. Brothers and sisters, ruling together? She doesn't want to imagine what that is like. She was treated as a princess at home and only had a single sister, but it was bad enough. "So your land was covered in snow?"

"And ruled over by a fearsome enchantress," the man says. He smiles at her, fondly -- too fondly, and she grits her teeth at the familiarity this barbarian imagines between them. "But now it is beautiful. Green fields, and such parties -- better than these, here."

But Lasaraleen has already made her mind up. She politely declines his suggestions that she visit Narnia and see him -- travelling by ship, of all things! -- and gets up with a rustling of fabric, letting him kiss her hand. "I'll be seeing you soon, I suppose. At the parties, I mean."

"I doubt that," he says, but smiles all the more. "Not unless you come to visit us."