Wait, or fight; never had a choice felt so deadly. Celine stood, motionless and frustrated for the longest time. She cringed, and brought her hands up to her face, balling them into fists at her forehead. She had to be calm, she had to think like her father. He was always so good at these types of strategies, and would have had a solution for them nearly right away. What would he do now....?

[i]"A man who stands alone has but one title to his name; dead."[/i]

"We'll be slaughtered if we don't do something," she said aloud. "But there may be a way we can wait and protect ourselves."

She opened her eyes again, and spoke to the two princes. "I'm sure Narnia has allies besides Mathias, right? If we had more countries fighting for our banner, surely it would stall the witch from attacking too soon. My country is mighty, but the army is no match for several at once."

"We we sit on our haunches anyway?" Reephicheep said. "I don't know..."

"Surely there's a way to search for Aslan," Celine said, more confident. "Once we figure that out, we can find him. In the meantime, what's the harm and getting more soldiers on our shores?"

She winced, and looked down. "I...would hate for more to die for my name...but..." she drew in a breath, and proudly brought her chin back up, all the pride of her kingdom in her eyes. "This is not for me; this is for the greater good. Should the witch succeeded here, she will be nigh unstoppable to others."