Disclaimer: Oh I wish, but sadly no I do not own Narnia just my OC.

A/N: Hey everybody for those who know me I have finally put up a new story. Sorry it's been a while, life has been busy as usual. Anyway, here is the first chapter of my first ever Narnia fanfic that focuses on the Prince Caspian and Voyage of the Dawn Treader movies with my own little OC. So I hope you enjoy. Here goes!

'Caspian!' called a young girl with flowing light brown hair and eyes as she ran down a palace corridor in a light yellow dress that swished around her knees and flat dark brown shoes. She stopped in front of a boy who was quite a few years older than her sitting on a window ledge with dark brown hair that went to his shoulders that was darker than hers and matching dark brown eyes reading a book.

'What is it, Arrianna?' he asked her patiently as he continued to read his book.

'Look.' The girl held up a single yellow rose proudly. 'Isn't it pretty?'

'Yes, very pretty.' Caspian agreed halfheartedly without looking up.

'Caspian. You're not looking.' she pouted, stomping her left foot. 'Look!'

The older boy sighed as he placed a red ribbon he used for a marker in his book, closed it, and looked at the smaller pouting girl holding the yellow rose.

'Yes, you are right. It is very pretty.' he said honestly. 'What are you going to do with it?'

'Why, I'm going to give it to Mother of course.' Arrianna told him with a dazzling smile and shining eyes. He smiled back and patted her head before watching her run off and went back to his book with a sad smile. Arrianna sprinted back down the corridor to a room that she shared with her mother, Elizabeth, as servants of the king. Her mother laid on a simple bed covered in old, brown shabby blankets. She was dreadfully pale and her golden locks stuck to her face with sweat as she coughed horribly. Arrianna went over to her mother and held up the rose so Elizabeth could see it. 'Look, Mother! I picked this rose for you!'

'Oh, how pretty Arrianna.' Elizabeth whispered weakly as she coughed again racking her frail body.

'Isn't it? I'll put it in your vase for you.' she said as she took a red rose that was already dead out of a vase on a small table by the bed and placed the fresh yellow one in it. She then turned back to her mother who had suddenly gone very quiet and still. 'Mother? Mother, wake up. Mother!'

The preteen girl groaned irritably in her sleep as she heard someone continue to hammer on her door.

Who on Earth could it possibly be this early in the morning? She wondered as she tossed over onto her stomach and pulled her blanket high over her head as the knocking continued.

"Head Servant Arrianna!" called a voice through the door instantly making her throw off her blanket and sit up straight.

That's one of the chief war advisers! Arrianna noted, a little panicky. but what would he possibly want with a young girl like me, especially at this hour?

"Head Servant Arrianna!" called the voice again more authoritatively making her jump off her bed, hurriedly put on her robe, and stride across the her room barefoot to the door. "Please open this...door."

"Is there something the matter?" she asked politely as she opened her door to reveal a stout looking man with graying hair and dark eyes.

"Lord Miraz requests an audience with you." He told her, ignoring her question.

Lord Miraz? She thought confused. "Is there something wrong?"

"Just follow me." He told her as he turned on his heel and began to leave back down the hallway. "Lord Miraz will explain."

"Alright." she murmured uncertainly she followed him out of her room, closing the oak door behind her, and headed down the chilly stone hallway, tugging her pale pink bathrobe tightly around her. She shivered slightly as her bare feet slapped on the icy stone floor and began to long for her warm bed and bed warmer. What on Earth does Miraz want with me? Something must be wrong if he sent one of his most trusted advisers to pull me out of bed this early in the morning.

"Here we are." Her escort announced as they halted before an ornate oak door that led to the throne room.

Though Miraz is not king, Arrianna thought. not as long as Caspian's...alive!

The young girl gasped as the adviser opened the door and announced her.

"My Lord, I have brought Head Servant Arrianna as you requested." He said as he moved aside for her. With a deep breath the young girl strode into the chamber with as much dignity as she could muster to compensate for her inappropriate attire that she had not been given time to change.

"My Lord." Arrianna addressed him customarily as she curtsied while keeping her robe together so that her nightgown did not show. "you summoned me?"

"Yes." answered Miraz, he was a tall, slightly dark skinned man with dark hair, dark facial hair, and dark eyes. He had a crude, calculating look as he stood in front of the throne. "I just wanted to inform you that your dear friend Prince Caspian has, unfortunately, ran away."

"Ran away?" the young girl repeated, stunned as she let this troubling news sink in. "You mean he's gone? Why? How? What is going on?"

"I advise you to calm yourself, Head Servant Arrianna." Miraz said coolly as he turned and walked around the the throne, tracing it's back in longing before looking back up at her. "I must say that it is a surprise to me you did not know that your friend, the prince, would run away."

"And why is it you thought I would know that Prince Caspian would plan to run away, my Lord?" She inquired as she tried to remain polite though she could already guess why Caspian had run away. It was probably his tutor's idea, he most likely had Caspian flee to avoid Miraz's clutches. For with Caspian dead, Miraz would become king which cannot happen for he would surely do even more terrible things than he does now with that kind of power.

"Do not play coy with me, little girl." warned Miraz. "I know all too well that Caspian confided in you and that he taught you what his tutor taught him."

"Yes he confided in me," Arrianna admitted not liking where the was going. "but only about certain things, not about plans to run away from the palace."

"Did he ever tell you about old stories or legends?" her asked her with a strange, haunting look in his eyes as though he feared something.

Does he mean the tales about the kings and queens of old? And why does he look so frightened? She wondered as she shook her head slowly. "No, my Lord. I am afraid I do not know what you are referring to."

"That is a shame." he whispered as he snapped his fingers and the door that had been closed behind her opened again. The young girl turned her head to see a guard entering and turned back to look at Miraz in disbelief.

"Are you intending to lock me up in a cell, my Lord? Get off me!" She ordered as the dark-haired man grabbed her wrist that was not keeping her robe closed. "I said get off me! This is madness!"

"Resistance is futile," Miraz told her as Arrianna continued to struggle, but to no avail. The man had grabbed the back of her robe and locked her arm behind her while holding her other arm tightly to her side, her robe now hanging open revealing her gown. "just as Prince Caspian and whoever else that helps him will learn as well."

"Whoever?" repeated the restrained girl as she stopped resisting to stare at him with a slight smile playing on her lips. So he was referring to the Kings and Queens of Old and how the story goes that they will return whenever someone calls for them though in order to do that you would need Queen Susan's horn. Though I hope the tale is true and Caspian has the horn for if there was ever a time Narnia needed them, it is now. I do not blame Miraz though for if this is true he has much to be worried about.

"What are you smirking about?" demanded Miraz noting her faint smile.

"Nothing, my Lord." she replied with an innocent face.

"Very well. If you choose to pretend to know nothing then I have no choice after all." He nodded at the guard to take her away. "Though I truly wish it would not have to come to this."

"Yes. I'm sure you do." muttered Arrianna sarcastically as she began to be tugged out of the throne room by her capturer. So a nonthreatening servant goes to the dungeons, lovely. Wait, we're not going to the dungeons.

"Where are you taking me?" she demanded as the guard was now taking her up a flight of stairs. "This is not the way to the dungeons."

"That is because you are not being sent to the dungeons." He told her in a deep, gruff voice as they continued to head upwards until they finally came to a stop in front of another oak door.

"Then where is it you are taking me?" She asked dreading the answer.

"The Interrogation Tower."

"What?" Arrianna said in shock as the words set in, she cocked her head trying to look at her capturer to see if he was serious. "Why on Earth is Miraz having me sent here? I'm just a servant!"

"Lord Miraz," he corrected her. "senses there is something you are not telling him or being truthful about."

"So I am to be locked up in this tower just because he senses something?" Arrianna shook her head in disbelief. I knew Miraz was insane, but this is just plain madness putting me in the Torture Tower!

Ever since she was a little girl, Arrianna had heard tales from the other servants about people who were sent to the Interrogation Tower, a.k.a. the Torture Tower. Many who opposed Lord Miraz were seen being taken up the steps to the tower and few ever came back with their mind still intact.

One guy even came back down and thought I was his long lost love with broken teeth. She remembered with a shudder as her escort opened the door and unceremoniously shoved her through it. Ouch.

The young girl regained her balance and looked up to find herself in a circular, cold stone room with metal shackles for hands and feet on one wall adjacent to the only window that showed it was still right outside. There was also a bucket of water and a whip across the room from the shackles.

"Keep moving." barked the guard as he prodded her in between the shoulder blades towards the shackles.

"You cannot be serious." She murmured as he lifted her up and shackled her hands and feet to the wall. "Let me down! I am not some mere prisoner! I am a servant!"

"That may well be," said her guard as he backed off her and headed to the other side of the room. He picked up the whip before turning back to her with a sneer. "but Lord Miraz feels you have information that is essential to him that you are not giving him."

"So I am to be shackled to the wall like a common prisoner?" she demanded in disbelief, but she knew that was not all. He's gonna beat me with that leather whip until I 'talk'.

"All you need to do is give us the information you're withholding and you can go on your way," he told her. "or we do this the hard way."

"So either I rat out my best friend since I was a little girl and helped me through my mother's death or I get whipped within an inch of my life?" Arrianna surmised as her guard shrugged. "Fine then. The hard way it is."

~Her Own Destiny~

"Wake up girl." ordered a familiar voice as he prodded her leg with his foot.

"Is it time for my session already?" Arrianna inquired as she opened her tired open eyes expecting to see her guard when instead she found Miraz in front of her, whip in hand. "Ah, my Lord. What brings you here?"

"It has been two days and yet you have given up any information regarding Caspian." Miraz said as he glanced down at the whip for a moment then back at her with pitiless black eyes. "Why do you choose to remain silent and be beaten when you could just tell me what I want and you will be free to go."

"Because I have nothing to say," she answered as the grogginess of sleep left her and a great soreness came over her body from the past couple days. She had several scratches on her face, arms, and legs where the fabric of her robe and gown had been cut to reveal flesh for the sting of the whip. "not to you, my Lord."

Miraz's eyes flashed as he raised the whip and struck her already raw flesh on her legs. Arrianna winced, but did not cry out in pain which seemed to make Miraz even angrier.

He wants me to give in, but I'll never give up Caspian and what he might be doing. She thought determinately as Miraz continued to whip her. She winced each time the whip bit her and stung her skin, but she never cried out and begged for mercy. I have dealt with this for two days now and, sad enough to admit, but I have become used to these hourly sessions.

"You will not succeed, Miraz." she told him bravely, cutting off his title as she winced again. "No matter how you try, you will not succeed. Not in getting information from me, not in assassinating Caspian, and certainly not keeping the Narnians quiet forever. Caspian will defeat you and save us all."

Miraz raised the whip again to strike then thought of a better idea and closed his hand around it. Leaning in closely, he shook the whip in front of her face an inch from her skin and looked into her chocolate eyes with his cobalt eyes.

"Caspian will be found and taken care of, along with the Narnians and you." He promised her as he shook the whip in her face once more. "Believe me, you will all regret the day you went against me."

"Well, we will just have to wait and see now, won't we?" Arrianna said calmly. "You don't frighten me, Miraz. You're more of a scared little child who is afraid of being yelled at by his parents and punished for your wrong doings than a mighty ruler."

A vein in Miraz's forehead bulged as he used his free hand to slap her hard across the face before stomping out of the room.

Like I said, a child. She thought weakly as she once again began to loose consciousness from lack of food, blood loss, and minimal amount of water. I hope Caspian's fairing better than I am.

Later, into the evening, a series of grunts and thuds alerted Arrianna back to consciousness as she opened her eyes to see the door of the tower open and her guard who had brought her there standing in the doorway, facing the stairs.

What on Earth is going on? She wondered as more noises came from below and footsteps heading up the stairs. Suddenly there was a flash of movement and her guard hit the floor with a grunt. In his place was a tall, lean young man who looked to be only a few older than her with black hair and dark brown eyes. He wore armor that was red and silver with a gold emblem on his chest. Narnian armor! Caspian must be storming the castle!

"Um, sir? Could you please get me down?" She asked feebly, her voice dry and cracked from lack of water. The young Narnian soldier turned at the sound of her voice and quickly went to her side. He undid the shackles on her ankles then her wrists, catching her around her waist as she was finally free. She looked up at him as she hit his chest before blushing slightly and clearing her throat. "Thank you-um,"

"Edmund." He told her as more sounds echoed throughout the castle. "Edmund Pevensie."

A/N: So obviously Arrianna is an OC who will eventually be paired with Edmund. Hope you enjoyed it! What did you think? Read, review, and show the love! Til next time!