AN: This is set in the perspective of after the last battle, and Lucy, Peter, Edmund, Eustace and Jill are in the new Narnia, and Jill and Eustance are to be coronated as the latest king and queen of Narnia. I always wondered if what happened the them after all, and this is it. Perhaps another chapter on the way.

Jill is 18
Eustace is 19
Lucy is 19
Edmund is 21
Peter is 24

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In two days, Jill Pole and Eustace Scrubb were to be made King and Queen, and join Peter, Lucy and Edmund as monarchs of Narnia. But why was the latest Queen-to-be standing on a stool, looking rather uncomfortable?

Jill was getting fitted for her coronation gown.

And if that crazy seamstress shoved one more pin into her back, she was going to scream.

"OUCH!"

Too late.

"Oh I'm so sorry, my lady! I didn't mean it, anyway, we're done here," simpered the seamstress, who happened to a portly faun.

"Never mind, it's fine," said Jill through gritted teeth. Lucy Pevensie, who was sitting in the corner on a chair, smiled and stood.

"Jill, I think even you'll find the pain was all worth it!"

Lucy brought the full length mirror around. Jill turned with a sigh, and looked at her reflection.

Was that really her?

Normal Jill wasn't that... pretty.

The dress hugged her figure around her waist, and then billowed out, ending in a long train. The sleeves and under-dress were purple silk, and the over-dress was embroided with gold and purple swirls. The purple in the dress gave her normally steel blue eyes a mystical edge, and the gold brought out unknown colours in her hair.

Jill heard Lucy laugh at her expression.

"I told you it was nice, and all those 'Queen lessons' might actually be of service to you." she said smugly.

"Our 'lessons' consisted of you and me trying to dance. On the Dancing lawn, with the fauns, and I wasn't even that bad," Jill sighed to her friend.

The sound of a horn broke through the room, and Lucy ran to the window, and looked out. Three figures on horse back were trotting up to the castle. First was dark-haired Edmund, laughing at something Eustace, who was growing taller by everyday, had said. Then came Peter, His fair hair glinting in the sun, his face tilted up to Lucy. He raised his hand to wave at her. The Valiant Queen smiled and leaned out the window, waving back.

"Oh look, the boys are back!"

"What!" cried Jill, spinning around. "Oh no, Help me get me out of this dress, quick!"

Lucy looked at her incredilously.

"Why?"

Jill uttered but one word.

"Eustace."

The seamstress tutted, but began to unpin the dress, while Lucy nodded solemnly.

* * *

Peter, Eustace and Edmund had been hunting. But it was all to waste, as they didn't actually catch anything, but had spent the whole time discussing what it meant to be king. Peter believed it you had to be chivalrous, kind, and responsible. Edmund had suprisingly agreed with him. They both agreed that Eustace - and Jil l -would make fine monarchs.

"I do say, Ed," said Peter suddenly, as they rode into the castle of Cair Paravel, "Do we give Jill and Eustace titles?"

Edmund looked at him,

"What do you mean?" He asked.

"Well, you're Edmund the Just, and I'm Magnificent-"

Eustace sniggered.

"Shut up Eu, anyway, do they have titles?"

Edmund looked puzzled.

"Well I guess we can give them some..."

"Can I be 'Eustace the Amazing'?" Eustace butted in.

"No, you're going to be 'Eustace the Annoying'," said Edmund dryly.

Peter laughed, and they all dismounted, and their horses were taken away. They walked into the grand foyer of the castle and Eustace said, "I think Jill should be 'Jill the Brave'".

Peter looked at Eustace thoughtfully, "Why?"

"Well, I know this could possibly be biased, bur she may be the bravest person I have ever met!" said Eustace.

At that moment, Lucy and Jill herself appeared the top of the grand staircase, Lucy with an amused look on her face.

"Ah, speak of the devil," Edmund laughed, as the girls ran down the stairs.

"All fear the mighty hunters have returned!" cried Jill, as she threw her arms around Peter's neck. They both stayed like that for a moment too long, and then Jill pulled away, her face flushed as she added, "How many did you bag this time?!"

"None" sighed Edmund, not bothering to hide his chagrin as Jill hugged him too, and Lucy kissed Eustace's cheek.

Jill raised an eyebrow, and opened her mouth to voice some mocking answer, but was stopped as Eustace very deliberately turned to Lucy, cutting her off.

" Lucy! What did you get up to in our absence?" Eustace said, ignoring a protesting Jill.

"Oh, nothing" said Lucy innocently. Edmund looked suspicious, but didn't comment.

Peter turned to the others and grinned,

"Come, I'm starving, and you two-"

Jill and Eustace were stopped in what was shaping up to be a good row, and looked up,

"- we have a manner of names to discuss"

Eustace laughed, but Jill looked confused, and they all followed Peter up the stairs, into the heart of Cair Paravel.

* * *

They were all seated around a long table, with Peter at the head. There were no other servants or people in the hall; everyone was too busy with the impending coronation. The royals and soon-to-be-royals were eating a light dinner of venison patties, and the topic of conversation was revolving around a serious subject

Titles.

"So, as dear Peter mentioned before, you two need to have titles, for example, 'Edmund the Just'" said Edmund in a pompous voice.

Peter sighed. Maybe he should explain it.

"Oh, so you mean we pick our names, or are we given them?" asked a curious Jill.

"No we can do either, but I do believe Eustace had a name suggestion for you Jill" Peter said.

"What is it?" Lucy's voice matched Jill's expression.

Eustace butted in, looking a little self conscious. "Well... I suggested you be called 'Jill the Brave'; you remember when Trinian mentioned something out you being the bravest of his subjects?"

Jill blushed, swinging her hair forward to hide her face. Eustace was her best friend, and he always thought too high of her. She wasn't brave, just lucky.

"I agree!" cried Lucy, taking Jill by surprise. "Jill, don't look like that, you are brave, you shot down about 30 soldiers in the Last Battle for Narnia, and you have to take it."

Jill smiled up at Lucy, and Lucy slipped an arm around his shoulder. Edmund was nodding, and Peter grinned at the youngest queen (or queen-to-be), causing her to blush even more.

"It's settled then, Jill at the coronation, you will be presented as 'Jill the Brave', and Ed, we have some paperwork to do after this" Peter announced solemnly. "Now, to you Eustace..."

"I have a suggestion," Jill said tentatively. Time to do to Eustace what he did to her, but she meant it. "I know what you were like, um before that dragon incident-"

Eustace grimaced, and Jill continued,
"-but you have grown so much since then, and now you are, well, strong. So I think you should be called 'Eustace the Strong'"

Edmund stared at Jill in shock, "You know what Jill, I was quite seriously about to say that"

"Well I think it's perfect" exclaimed Lucy, beaming at her cousin.

"'Eustace the Strong'" Eustace said, rolling the words around. He broke into an enormous grin. "I love it!"

Jill suddenly realised that she now had a perfect comeback if Eustace ever accused her of being a coward (not that he would ever dare).

"Right then! That's all settled now, and we'll save the paper work for tomorrow Ed, I'm buggered," sighed Peter. Lucy streched her small arms and stood.

"Well, I'm off the bed now, goodnight all" said a yawning Lucy.

"This is ridiculous, Brave and Strong," muttered Jill.

And with that, each royal stood from the table and went their separate ways.

Lucy went to her bedroom, to lay her weary head in the comfortable pillows.

Edmund turned to the study connected to his bedroom, to read about the nature of titles.

Eustace went with Peter to check the designs for his crown, which was to be silver like Edmunds, where Jill's was to be gold.

And Jill herself went to the battlements to sit and stare at the lay of land, something she had done ever since her first night in Narnia, all those years ago.