" 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮. "
Wisdom;
To be wise is to make intelligent decisions that lead to good outcomes.
Edmund Pevensie and Olivia Olmore were very wise. Just not when it came to feelings.
" 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞. "
اوووه! هذه الصورة لا تتبع إرشادات المحتوى الخاصة بنا. لمتابعة النشر، يرجى إزالتها أو تحميل صورة أخرى.
" You are bloody brilliant! "
THAT NIGHT, Olivia wore a black dress that shined with silver details and silver tips that touched the floor as she walked. She wore a pretty silver tiara, with a necklace around her neck. Lucy, Susan and Olivia giggled, gasping and complimenting the others' dresses, as the three awaited behind the big door that led to the staircase to the ballroom, where more than a hundred people awaited their arrival. Lucy and Susan were also both stunning, beautiful and preppy on their dresses and accessories, but they were much more than that. The three young ladies were stunning, to say the least.
As Susan nodded, the faun and the Minotaur on the door quickly opened it up, revealing the full room that all pairs of eyes were on the trio. Peter and Edmund awaited on the stairs, Edmund on the right, Peter on the left. As the girls came to their levels, they each went to the side, and the five went down the stairs side-by-side.
They arrived at the bottom, where the beige floor greeted the monarchs. Susan took one step forward, smiling.
" Thank you all for your presence tonight. Please, enjoy. " - She waved her hand, and the music returned.
Olivia signed, going to a corner to get something to drink. She was already exhausted, and the ball had barely started. She thanked the faun serving the drinks, and he bowed.
As she looked back, Peter was already busy making conversation with a couple Olivia did not recognize. Lucy was busy with a young girl her age, Princess Harriet from Bolderan, a kingdom located to the west of Narnia. Susan was already on the dance floor, dancing with a handsome young man.
Edmund was also alone with a drink in his hand. His gaze met with Olivia's, and he sent her a little wink. Olivia looked away, embarrassed. Edmund was about to come her way, when another man got to her first.
That man was Prince Damian of Bolderan, the eldest brother of Princess Harriet. He got along quite well with Olivia, they had easy conversations and laughed a lot in the other's presence.
" Haven't seen you in a while. " - He said, making her smile as she turned to him.
" Well, you're the one busy with that secret boyfriend of yours. " - She snorted, taking a sip of her drink.
" Shh! My parents are here. " - He moved his index finger to his lips.
" Sorry, sorry. What have you been up to for the past few months? " - She asked.
" Well, I suggested to my father a project to design the political relations in between the kingdoms. " - He said, the two now facing the crowd.
" That's great! What did he say? "
" He laughed at my face. " - He quivered his lips into a fine line.
" Oh lord. " - Olivia rested her head on her hand.
