A.N. Sorry if this is short, but it looks like a lot on my iPad. My first Narnia story in a while so I hope it's good. I like this chapter and I wrote it quickly because I haven't been writing for about a week now. I will try to update as much as I can on this is it is popular. I hope you like this first chapter.

Oh, and a big thanks to mallarilyn30 fothose idea of a Peter/Lucy fanfic. I hope you enjoy this.

Peter was Narnia's youngest King in the county's history; and that had made him shake in his boots, break a sweat and cause his stomach to drop when he found out he was to be crowned so soon after his father's passing. It had only been just two weeks that his father had been shot by 'accident' in the middle of a hunting trip that Peter wasn't allowed to go on.

An uneasy breath escaped between his lips that had been held in for quite some time. He was being fitted for his clothing for the day when he would be officially crowned the King of Narnia for the rest of his days that he walked on the ground and his heart was still beating in his chest.

"Just one day left, Your Majesty." Peter looked at the young seamstress working on his clothing and turned one side of his lip up to form a little half smile.

"Yes, I shall be King by tomorrow. I shall be in more danger than I ever have been in my short life." Peter feared his life would be very short. But he tried not to let his only seventeen years deter him from the life he was about to start.

The fitting was soon over and Peter went back to his chambers in need of rest and peace. He lay on his bed and tried to think of the great things that would come with being a king; but every one of them seemed to selfish or things that he didn't need.

One thing popped out in his mind; he would meet many people. He could possibly meet that right person. Peter tried to remember back to when he was younger.

His father was wise and kind; the whole kingdom knew so. Peter would often listen to his father's lessons and never let them go from his heart, in hopes he could grow up to be somewhat like his father one day.

Just a few months before his father's death, Peter was sitting with his father in the King's bedchamber (now his bedchamber) and listening to his father's words.

"Peter," his father started, getting the full attention of his son. "I want you to remember one thing in your time as king if you forget everything else. Your heart may be broken when your people want an heir. I fought for what I wanted, but your mother didn't survive after the birth of you." Peter began to cry. He always heard fond memories of his mother from his father, but wished he had seen her once in the flesh, or to hear her laugh just for a second.

"What do you mean, father?" Peter dried his eyes. It was seen as inappropriate for a seventeen year old, much less a prince, to be crying.

"I mean, you may not be with the love of your life when you are king... unless you fight for it. If you show the kingdom that it can work, maybe your heart will have a chance."

His father had handed him a heart shaped, golden necklace that said, 'People are seen in different ways, but all that matters is how you see the one true love.' Peter kept it with him through everything near his heart and never wanted to part with it. He later found out it had been the necklace his father had made for his mother and she kept it dear to herself.

Peter felt the necklace in his breast pocket. He pulled is out and kissed it softly before a silent tear fell from eye.

"I will always listen." This was a promise both for himself, and his deceased parents.

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Peter wasn't ready for his ceremony. Everyone in the kingdom, even the commoners and peasants (much to the dismay of Peter's royal advisors), would be attending the ceremony.

His unsteady hand moved the door handle down and he saw on the left side of the room Lords and Ladies from Narnia and neighbouring countries, as well as castle staff that were not working, and even some distant relatives of his.

On the right side were the citizens on Narnia. He smiled a little as he saw all of the citizens who wanted him to be king, none of the citizens were forced to go to the event.

Peter slowly made his way up, took his oath to the kingdom of Narnia and all of its cities, to protect everyone until the day he died, and felt the cold gold be placed on his head by a faun. Peter sat in his throne, with an empty one to the left of him for a future queen to be at his side. He looked at all of the faces but stopped on one in particular for a short period of time.

From what he could see, she was slightly shorter than other people her age, she had a dirty face from whatever labour she had to do around her home, torn up clothes that were patched up in some places with other bits of material. Her hair was in soft, golden brown curls that framed her face just right to show that she was not a child, yet had not seen much of the world. Her brown eyes looked up at him wide, gazing up at the new king, and a small smile was hinted just below her small nose.

Peter tried to look anywhere but at the girl, who looked about his age but younger from what his eyes could tell from the view he received.

The ceremony ended with a feast and dancing for hours. Peter only saw the girl once or twice more before he retired to his rooms for his rest. The next day, he planned to ride out to his people unrecognised just like his father had when he met his true love.