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((So here's my OP. Your guys' charries can be wherever, doing whatever. This RP really has no set plot, but I daresay we will settle on one after a while. But for the most part, it's just a Narnia experience, with spur of the moment occurences. And about the link to the room, it's the same EXCEPT the whole floor is hardwood and it's a lavendar colored theme.))

KNOCK KNOCK! Lucy yawned, pulling herself out of bed. She rubbed her eyes, glancing around her bedroom in Cair Paravel's highest tower. Her silk nightgown ruffled around her feet as she stood up to answer the door. KNOCK KNOCK! "I'm coming," she muttered, struggling to recollect a mystical dream she had been having before she awakened. Something about a lampost in the woods... Of course, she had been to Lantern Waste before, but something about this dream was different. There was snow, and a little girl she didn't quite recgonize.

Lucy pushed open the door to see a tree spirit, from a cherry tree, it seemed. Lucy sighed, knowing what was coming. "Hello, Sherri," she said, not bothering to hide her exasperation. The woman before her seemed unfazed by this lack of gratitude, and gave a curtsy, and a smile. "Good morning, my queen. The High King asked me to relay this message to you. You are to - "

Lucy stuck up her hand. She had heard enough. "You go tell Peter that I've had enough of his lists, enough of him telling me what to do. Who's out getting in touch with the citizenswhile he's off on his epic battles, which I'm not allowed to go off to. Everyone but me is allowed. So I'm not taking on what he wants me to."

Sherri's smile had disappeared, her posture faltering. "Look, Queen Lucy, your brother just wants what's best for you. He wouldn't -" Lucy just shook her head. "Sherri, I'm not up to hearing this again. Don't you think he hasn't already gave me this speech?" She turned her back to the beautiful spirit. "Please, just go." Sherri's brow furrowed. "But-" Lucy covered her face. "Please, Sherri." She turned around. The tree spirit was long gone.

Lucy closed the door. She regretted speaking to the kind woman like that, but Peter had seriously been getting on her nerves, something very difficult to do. Many of the advisors had attempted to ease the tension between the pair, including Tumnus, but so far, no progress.

She flung herself onto her bed.
Who knew there'd be so much frustration in Narnia?