The Magnificent
AN: This story is very different, Susan is not the Pevensies' sister, but a Tarkheena from Calormen, she will be called Guzel at the beginning and as the story progresses she will be renamed Susan, but I cannot tell you why, for you have to read the story to find out. This story is about King Peter the Magnificent, son of the late King Frank, and his brother Prince Edmund and sister Princess Lucy. This story has battle, violence, so I do not recommend children under 13 or 14 to read it.
Ages: Peter: 28 Edmund: 14 Lucy: 6 Guzel/Susan: 22
Disclaimer: C.S Lewis owns this story.
Chapter 1: Long Live the King.
"Everything from thelamppost allthe way to CastleCair Paravel on theEastern Ocean, every stick andstone you see, every icicle is Narnia"Mr Tumnus.
She held in her hand a lily flower and brought it to her face, its petals caressing her little nose, she let the beautiful scent amaze her, remind her of how magical the land in which she lives is, how much Aslan has blessed it.
"Princess, his Majesty wishes to see you." A female faun addressed her in a gentle tone.
She looked at her innocently and nodded.
The princess walked through the long corridor, skipping along the way, until she reached a big beautifully carved wooden door and stood on her tip of her toes to twist the doorknob.
A black haired teenage boy was seated in an armchair, he looked at her and smiled. A man with a golden crown on his head stood, facing the window, but turned around as she walked into the room.
"Lucy, sit next to your brother." The King addressed her.
She jumped into the prince's lap and remained silent.
"You must be wondering why you're here." King Peter said as he sat behind his desk
"I never meant to insult Orieus! He just…" Prince Edmund objected but was silenced by the King, who raised his hand.
"This isn't the matter I want to discuss Edmund. Calormen is threatening Archenland, and the latter being our ally asked for our assistance, and It is our duty to comply…" the young king explained.
"There's a war! But wars are bad!" Princess Lucy cried, her six year old innocence pushing her to do so.
The king looked at her softly and carried her into his arms : "Don't worry little princess, it will only be for a little while." He then turned his attention to the teenage prince and said: "I will be leaving tomorrow at dawn, I trust you will continue your studies and look after your sister while I'm absent."
"Of course milord, you shan't be disappointed" the Prince assured.
The king smiled at his little brother and nodded.
The carriage ride was tiring, for the Tarkheena was indeed exhausted. Her fingers caressed her dress as she remembered her father's words
'You caught the Tisroc's , may he live forever, eye and he wishes you to become one of his wives."
She thought again, 'It is a great honor to be a wife to the Tisroc, may he live forever, but is that the life I want? Oh no! I must not think that ! Oh Tash forgive me !' Guzel almost hit herself for thinking this way, for she should be delighted, what can be more honorable than to serve the Tisroc? Her thoughts were interrupted by the carriage's abrupt stop, that was it, she was in Tashbaan.
The narnian army was ready, trumpets were heard and the King was in front of a narnian crowd, on a pearl white horse, his armour on.
Princess Lucy had tears in her eyes, she clutched to her nanny's dress not wanting to make a scene. Prince Edmund stood tall, not wanting the King to see the sadness in him, even though he was worried, really worried.
"For Narnia, and For Aslan!" King Peter cried and the army took off heading towards Archenland.
"All Hail King Peter, Long Live the King" The crowd cried as the army started to fade away through the woods.
Guzel was sent to a room, where she had to freshen up for her meeting with the Tisroc, she good feel butterflies in her stomache, it was a great honor, she knew that well, but still she was worried but prayed that Tash would help her through it.
She picked out the perfect robe and a veil that covered the back of her bun, it was colorful as was tradition.
"Tarkheena, his emperial highness wishes for you to meet him this instant." she heard a voice from behing the door.
"I am ready" she took a deep breath and walked out the door to be lead to the throne room, it was enormous, and on the throne sat the Tisroc, a heavily bearded man in his 50s, dressed in heavy robes and had a turban wrapped around his head, he glanced at her as if she was his most valuble prize. She immediatly bowed before him and said: "Your emperial highness, it is an incredible honor to be in your presence."
"Tarkheena Guzel, you are as beautiful as I remember you, now I trust you heard of my proposal?" The Tisroc asked, his eyes on her.
"I have your highness, and It is my honor and outmost pleasure to comply and to serve you." Guzel replied, not daring to make eye contact.
"Very well, the ceremony shall be tomorrow night, you are dismissed."
Guzel bowed again and headed for the door.
This is it for this chapter, now tell me what you think and please review xx