Aslan felt like he became a fool after he was around Rosie for too long. He often acted without thinking. Either when Aslan kissed Rosie or when he concluded that the girl didn't want to leave him alone, he did it without thinking about it first.
"What should I do?" Aslan asked while closing his eyes.
He saw the bright sky begin to darken. No, the night was still long. It was not even lunchtime yet. It looked like it was going to rain soon. Aslan hated rain. He really hated rain to the point of despising it.
The rain brought him back to the terrible memories of twenty years ago when he was the only survivor of the mass murder of his family in this castle. His head felt dizzy, remembering that he was saved by one of his father's mage after seeing the castle was burning with many screams inside.
