For my sweet Risie
I am rather late in the day but it's only to make your birthday last even longer!
Happy birthday my dear. Hope your day was as wonderful as you deserve. Here is a tiny Narnia Drabble, very rough and unbeta'd, not even that happy. hope you like it anyway. It's a missing moment from The Horse and His Boy.
Title: Breaking Point
Rating: Pg?
Words: 360
Summary: Most people try to remember the moment when they fall in love with someone, but Susan always found it easier to pinpoint the exact moment when she had fallen out of love with Rabadash.
Disclaimer: all characters belong to CS Lewis.
Most people try to remember the moment when they fall in love with someone, but Susan always found it easier to pinpoint the exact moment when she had fallen out of love with Rabadash.
The first week of her visit to Tashbaan had passed in a blur of balls, parties, hunts, and sightseeing that left her far to busy to miss Lucy and Peter. Rabadash rarely left her side, uttering a constant stream of compliments on her beauty and grace. Into the second week, she started to see glimpses of what her life and marriage might really be like. The Tisroc seemed to be a sweet jovial man, but every once in a while she caught a bit of a harder edge behind his eyes. Rabadash seemed less and less the gallant romantic fighter, more and more like a spoiled child expecting whatever he asked for. She tried to justify these changes, but the breaking point came a few nights later.
It was at another ball and she was approaching Rabadash after a dancing with Edmund. His back was to her as one of his Tarkaans addressed him.
"… these barbarian women are unseemly and not only refuse to take their proper place, but some even put on the clothes of men and fight."
"Sadly, 'tis true," The Prince responded, "But I assure you that the wench I court is a proper female, unlike that sister of hers who is probably no better than she ought to be. True my future wife has some silly notions of independence, encouraged no doubt by her foolish brothers, but once we are married, she will learn where she belongs, and that no civilized man will indulge her so."
Susan quickly turned around and went to sit on one of the many couches placed around the room. She felt guilty for hearing things she knew were not meant for her ears, but much more anger than guilt. It was one thing to slight her, but insulting Lucy's honor was one point that could never be forgiven. She longed for a quiet place to arrange her thoughts, but instead settled for pulling out her fan and pretending exhaustion while she figured out how best to be rid of such a horrid suitor.
Happy birthday my dear. Hope your day was as wonderful as you deserve. Here is a tiny Narnia Drabble, very rough and unbeta'd, not even that happy. hope you like it anyway. It's a missing moment from The Horse and His Boy.
Title: Breaking Point
Rating: Pg?
Words: 360
Summary: Most people try to remember the moment when they fall in love with someone, but Susan always found it easier to pinpoint the exact moment when she had fallen out of love with Rabadash.
Disclaimer: all characters belong to CS Lewis.
Most people try to remember the moment when they fall in love with someone, but Susan always found it easier to pinpoint the exact moment when she had fallen out of love with Rabadash.
The first week of her visit to Tashbaan had passed in a blur of balls, parties, hunts, and sightseeing that left her far to busy to miss Lucy and Peter. Rabadash rarely left her side, uttering a constant stream of compliments on her beauty and grace. Into the second week, she started to see glimpses of what her life and marriage might really be like. The Tisroc seemed to be a sweet jovial man, but every once in a while she caught a bit of a harder edge behind his eyes. Rabadash seemed less and less the gallant romantic fighter, more and more like a spoiled child expecting whatever he asked for. She tried to justify these changes, but the breaking point came a few nights later.
It was at another ball and she was approaching Rabadash after a dancing with Edmund. His back was to her as one of his Tarkaans addressed him.
"… these barbarian women are unseemly and not only refuse to take their proper place, but some even put on the clothes of men and fight."
"Sadly, 'tis true," The Prince responded, "But I assure you that the wench I court is a proper female, unlike that sister of hers who is probably no better than she ought to be. True my future wife has some silly notions of independence, encouraged no doubt by her foolish brothers, but once we are married, she will learn where she belongs, and that no civilized man will indulge her so."
Susan quickly turned around and went to sit on one of the many couches placed around the room. She felt guilty for hearing things she knew were not meant for her ears, but much more anger than guilt. It was one thing to slight her, but insulting Lucy's honor was one point that could never be forgiven. She longed for a quiet place to arrange her thoughts, but instead settled for pulling out her fan and pretending exhaustion while she figured out how best to be rid of such a horrid suitor.