Camp outskirts. (Open)

((Well, here's hoping I'm doing this right.))

Prince Cain Corrino, next in line for the Archenland throne, overlooked King Miraz's expansive camp from a hill to the south. "So," He thought, "The report the scouts brought back was accurate after all." He shifted in his horse's saddle, trying to get a better look at the camp. This was a massive army; it appeared that nearly every Telmarine solder in Narnia had been called out. Cain shuddered at the thought of what an army this size could do to his mountainous homeland. He was here to make sure that didn't happen, and to find out exactly what this great army was massing for. Cain straightened in the saddle, brushing his clothes off and trying to look presentable. If he was going to have an audience with the king, he'd have to look like the prince he was. He spurred his horse onward, towards the outskirts of the camp.

As expected, a pair of Telmarine guards stopped him, hands on their swords. "You're no Telmarine." One said, looking at the crest on his tunic. "That's Archenland, i'nt it?" Cain nodded, trying to keep a smile on his face. "That it is, my Telmarine neighbor. I've come here on an important mission, sent by King Nain of Archenland." The solders looked at each other, sneers forming on their faces. "Oh really?" The smaller guard asked, eyeing Cain. "And 'o do you think you're 'ere to see? King Miraz 'imself?" "As a matter of fact, yes." Cain said through gritted teeth. Why did these things always have to turn into a big deal?

The solders were scoffing openly by now. "Well 'en," The first guard said, stepping forward. "You should 'ave some kind o' papers with you, should't ya? Where are they?" Cain reached into his saddle bag, tossing the guard a letter sealed with King Nain's personal signet. "Right there, you louse." Cain snarled, showing his teeth. "Orders from the king of Archenland, requesting a personal visit with King Miraz. Orders from my father, King Nain Corrino." The guards stuttered as they read the letter, which instructed that the bearer of the message be allowed to pass under penalty of declaration of war. "Well, I- I mean-" The first guard managed before passing the note off to his companion. "Well, of course you're allowed through, sir." The second guard said nervously, handing the letter back to Cain. "In fact, let me find someone to escort you to King Miraz." The frightened guard ran off in search of anybody willing to take a member of foreign royalty to the king. "That's what I thought." Cain muttered, watching the guard go.

((Hope that was good enough?))