imagine queen susan smirking at a man who begins to lose touch with his arrogance and fumbles over his words. she just caught him off guard with her interrogation, masked off as a few innocent questions that build on each other and poke holes into his horrendous plans.
he was advocating for a labor policy that would set a precedent for endangering young children and it was clear he knew. in fact, it seemed it was for that reason he wanted it there; to take advantage of the youthful power and abuse it for his own profits. and though he says nothing explicitly, his true intentions couldn't be ever more clear. if it weren't for her image and reputation, susan would have shown him then and there that even the gentle can be merciless.
but alas, grace and precision was required for a matter like this.
"like archery," susan thinks spontaneously, except she reminds herself that she must spare her arrows for a worthier target. instead, she resorted to knocking down his house of cards in the way she knew best: logic.
her words were arrows of their own, frankly, and they shot down each and every single point he tried to make. slowly, the conversation among the other debaters dies down. there is nothing to discuss; not when the queen has asked the necessary questions which need answering.
she clasps her hands together, rests her chin on top of them, and leans close.
"well?" she asks with faux interest, "what say you?"
the man remains silent.
edmund leans against the pillar outside of the room, smiling with his arms crossed, eyes closed, and head tilted down. his big sister has always been a source of admiration, but her rationality in these kinds of situations always remained near and dear to his heart; in his eyes, her tendency towards reasoning and logic acted as a force field protecting their family and their people of narnia.
his eyes flutter open to the sound of clicking heels. peter's back.
"aslan's mane, if i had known i would be this late, i would have postponed the meeting altogether. how's she holding up?" the older brother asks. edmund laughs.
"handling it far better than either of us could, dear brother."
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the chances of the people seeing this aren't super likely so this is highly inefficient but i'm too afraid to approach people personally…. yet i've been burning with the need to express my gratitude for the tags i've received individually somehow and figured, i could do it the way i do best. in the tags 😅
(sorted by most recent) (i capped the limit hard here) (some ✂️✂️ had to be done 😔) (i still like this format a lot though) (might do this again in the future idk would people like that??) (i hope it's not mortifying for anyone……..)
it's sorta the way i like it, indirect and unimposing, even if it's kinda. wieldy. but it's just on my blog so anything goes right? although in saying that, i am open to being imposed on. like if someone wants to talk about aci or something, like other fic?? i'm a big fic fiend. or anything else lol not sure what else you'd wanna chat about since so much of the stuff i've put out is just. about fic. but hey, if you're a person i don't mind being approached :>
(lol the way i've made this like a *throws out a bunch of paper slips* find your's 🎉) (might be obnoxious hm) (sorry...) (find your's if you want though 🫡)
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