On the opening of beyondthewardrobe and her plans of revenge...

[narnians]

 Writer.

I won't call you 'dear', for I don't hold you dear and I have no reason to. I know who else lingers in this headspace of yours and I do not trust your intentions.

But even so, you will not stop me. My husband won't have died, my children won't be fatherless for nothing.

For Narnia and for justice.

All hail Caspian, indeed.

Comments

[faeconman]

Amusingly enough you sound a little like someone in that headspace I know very well indeed.

He likes revenge too.

[narnians]

You stoop very low to insult me.

Is there no honor left in this land?

[faeconman]

I assure you, oh wondrously fair one, that it was not intended as an insult, though I see why you might find the comparison unflattering. You must pardon me, my language is influenced by love.

As for honor, I can't speak for the land, but my own is sadly tarnished by now I'm afraid.

[narnians]

And my language by hatred, yet I remain civil. Do attempt to think before you speak, perhaps it helps.

Then you should seek to restore it, instead of abandoning it completely. But what do I expect from a creature like you. No common sense, no sense at all.

[faeconman]

And perhaps it won't, I do have an inclination towards the irreverent. What is it that fuels such hatred, I wonder?

It would be a waste of your time indeed to expect sense from a fool. Perhaps one day my honor shall be restored, but for now I leave it to lords and ladies who will make better use of it.

[narnians]

If you do not know, then you hardly deserve to be told.

There can't have been much honor in the first place if you suffer its loss so easily.

[faeconman]

Not the best way to gather supporters for your cause, but fair enough.

I am the bastard son of a fairy lord, I have never been given many honors.

[narnians]

I do not need supporters like you. That support might as well be a knife in the back.

You should have stayed in the stories you come from. Worth for nothing more than a children's tale.

[faeconman]

[ He laughs at that. ]

As you say, lady.

Oh, you would not want to tell your children tales about my exploits.

[narnians]

My children won't hear anything but warnings about the likes of you. And they shall learn to fight and how to use cold iron.

I know the stories enough to see you dealt with.

[faeconman]

Or so you think.

[narnians]

Perhaps. But it stopped your cheer and chatter, so it shall suffice for now.

[faeconman]

[ And that of course has him laughing again. ]

Oh, I like you.

[narnians]

You'll forgive that the sentiment is not shared.

[faeconman]

Oh, I forgive easily, mostly because not much offends me to begin with.

[narnians]

That happens a lot with spineless creatures.

[faeconman]

Not spineless, lady, just bendy. And like all creatures I have things that matter and things that don't. Most things don't.

[narnians]

And a coward's excuse at the ready. I'm not surprised.

[faeconman]

I would think the more cowardly thing would be to care and not do anything about it.

You fight for your children, yes? To avenge your husband?

I will fight for the one I love if I have to. Whose ass it is that warms the throne of Narnia is of less concern. The fae have their own kings and are likely to do as they please in any case unless of course Aslan were stop them.

[narnians]

I would pity you, if I cared at all.

You will die soon enough, pray that you may be useful until then.

[tinylioness]

Then what did they die for?

[narnians]

For their country and what they knew to be right.

It shall not be in vain.

[tinylioness]

Death is death, vain or not.

[narnians]

True. But I want my children to grow up in a world that isn't taken from them by creatures that should have stayed in stories and under a king that isn't a spoiled brat put on the throne with the help of treason and witchcraft.

[tinylioness]

Tell me of the treason.

[narnians]

There is much to tell and not enough time. I can tell you a little and I shall tell you more in an appropriate setting. You're not easily fooled by glamour and tales, I can tell.

Caspian couldn't bear to wait for the crown he'd been promised or rightfully let it fall upon his new-born cousin, so he took to the forest and gathered the savages and King Miraz was killed in a coward's move.

[tinylioness]

Glamour can save a tale from obscurity. But I would listen nonetheless.

[narnians]

Then I shall tell you all, when we meet again.