The Royal Diaries

Disclaimer: I do not own The Chronicles of Narnia: The Lion, The Witch, and the Wardrobe. It belongs to the great mind of C.S. Lewis. Please don't sue me. No copyright infringement intended.

Author's Notes: Regarding my previous story "Just One Night," I'm afraid that's the end of it. But I might add an epilogue. I'm still thinking about it. Now, for this story. Basically, it's just all drabble. The Pevensies keeping journals, and writing about their experiences as kings and queens. By the way, YL is Year of the Lion.

King Edmund's Journal, an excerpt.

Eighteenth day in the month of Longsun, 1000 YL.

Yesterday had been like a dream. I was crowned King Edmund, The Just. And it has been all about feasts and celebrations, ever since yesterday's coronation. I guess it will be like this for the rest of the week. This is all Susan and Lucy's fault! We thought yesterday's festivities would be enough, but no! The two girls just had the urge to hold a week-long celebration! It is quite getting on my nerves, now! Today, we had to entertain another batch of guests. Peter agreed, since he wanted to meet all of our subjects. I, however, disagreed to this! I said, "Why not just go down to the villages and meet them? After all, most of them can't make the long trip to the castle, and back again." But King Peter, the Magnificent just brushed off my comment! It's not that I don't want to hold all these celebrations. It's just that I want some peace and quiet. After 

all, isn't it what it is, right now? We have just defeated the White Witch! Now might be a good time for a little rest and relaxation!

Today, I was just named Count of the Western March. And today, our celebrations were interrupted by a delegation of dwarves, who brought their disputes before me. And I, as king, must settle their disputes, indeed. I decided to step in, lest this faction spark another war. We most certainly cannot risk another war. I do everything I can, but to no avail. I end up leaving the throne room in a huff, and leaving the dwarves complaining among themselves. I'm too young to do this! Sure, I can rule Narnia with Peter, Susan, and Lucy by my side, but I haven't proven myself yet, in handling delicate matters, such as was brought to me by the dwarves.

I'm sure the dwarves are plotting against me, now. I'm sure of it. But I just have a lot of things in my head, right now, I couldn't concentrate on that meeting! Perhaps if I only get this thing off my chest, I may be able to concentrate on these meetings. But I can't find the chance to speak to Peter, or Susan!

We've been busy with parties, and Susan is entertaining our guests. I think that a certain duke has his sights set on her. I don't like it, by the way. The way he looks at her just sickens me!

Peter, on the other hand, was practicing fencing, after the luncheon was done. Then, the delegation of dwarves came, and I couldn't do anything about it, since to turn them away would be wrong. I had to grant them audience.

I can't talk to Lucy! She's the reason why I've been acting like this...

I know Aslan said that what's done is done, and that there is no need to speak to me about what is past. But I still can't help but feel guilty.



I can't even look at a single piece of Turkish delight! It used to be my favorite, but after the White Witch cast a spell on me, and made me betray my family, and Narnia, I can't even look at it, nor touch it! I must speak to someone about this first, before talking to Lucy. Another thing I feel guilty about is being such a jerk, and not believing a word that Lucy said. I know all three of us—Peter, Susan, and I—did not believe it, but I still feel guilty about lying to them about having gone into the wardrobe. I can still see Lucy's tear-filled eyes, as I uttered those words.

"I was just playing along... I'm sorry Peter, I shouldn't have encouraged her. But you know what little children are like these days. They just don't know when to stop pretending."

I also want to talk to Mr. Tumnus, but I can't. I betrayed him too... I know I still have a long way to go. I've become so many things, now, I don't know where I am, or who I am... I've been a boy in a country ravaged with war. I've been a traitor. I've been a slave to a witch who called herself a queen. I have been pardoned. I have been a knight. And now, I am a king. People look up to me, now, though I don't think they really should.

I guess once I talk to Lucy, I'll feel better. I know she's forgiven me, already, but I just want to be sure. The same goes for Peter and Susan. I have to talk to them first, before I can talk to Lucy. Perhaps they can talk to her for me, then I can go and talk to her, myself.
Finally, I go to the library, which has a vast collection of books. I take one down from one of the shelves, and begin to read. This ought to do it. Some peace and quiet, at last. I have to clear my mind, before I talk to my brother and sisters. This promises to be an interesting reading. A Review of the History of Narnia from Its Creation Onward.

A lengthy title, and a good hundred pages, but this will do. This is just what I needed to get my mind of the meeting with the dwarves, and my talk with my siblings, later this evening.



I try to shut out the world, and be at peace, for awhile. Down in the courtyard, I can hear blades clashing against each other. I think to myself, "I thought the war was over." Then, I remember, it was Peter. I try to ignore it, but my curiosity got the better of me. I look out the window, and I see Orieus and Peter, trying to make each other surrender, in a contest. I am tempted to watch, but I remember I have a lot of reading to do. It just might be interesting, like I said. I get back to my book, lay down on a couch, and start to read. I think I'm going to like this.

Authors Notes: Well, did you enjoy it? Tell me if you did, and I will update. Next stop, Susan's journal... Cheers...