Hello readers! So it has been a long while since I have posted anything to this site. Years in fact. A lot has happened in those years and some of it is the reason why I came back to this site. Lets just say, I am reclaiming my roots. I have always loved to write and over the years, I have lost that love. So I am here to find it again. This is story that I never thought I would write, but it is one that has been a long time coming. I hope you enjoy it. And I promise I will do my best to make it enjoyable for you and to finish it. So please enjoy! Review if you will, but mostly enjoy.


I do not own the characters of this story. They are the property of the amazing author C.S Lewis.

Forever Yours

Lucy Pevensie was annoyed. Not just slightly. Completely and utterly annoyed. Border lining fuming. She was sitting at the breakfast table, in the Sun room, the royal family's private dining area, surrounded by her siblings and all she wanted to do was throw a fit. She hadn't thrown a fit in years and yet the current conversation going on around her made her feel like a child once more. But that was the problem wasn't it?

"Don't you think I should get a say in how the celebrations that are about me should go on?" Lucy asked, clenching her fist in her lap, trying to calm the rising bubble of anger in her chest.

They were discussing her birthday celebrations. It had been twelve years since the siblings had been coronated as royalty and as part of the tradition of Narnia, when a royal reached the age of adulthood, no longer a child, a week of celebrations would be thrown in their honor, all culminating on a ball on their actually birthday, which would serve as a formal introduction into society. Lucy's 20th birthday was a little over two months away and as this birthday was to be her step into adulthood, her celebratory week and her introduction ball were on their way to being planned. The only problem was she didn't seem to be allowed to contribute anything but general ideas about the entire affair.

"Oh, you don't have to worry about that Lucy, I will make sure that it is an absolutely magnificent week. And the ball will be just breathtaking. It is your birthday, we just want it to be wonderful for you. This is a big birthday after all." Her older sister, Susan replied, completely missing Lucy's general complaint.

"Lucy, you are our little sister and we want this night to be as special as can be for you." She went on.

"I understand that Susan, but don't you think I might like to help. I mean it is my birthday after all." Lucy tried again.

"Yes Lu. It is your 20th birthday. We've all had one and we know how magical a night the ball can be. Not to mention the preceding celebration and activities. Just let Susan do the hard stuff and you can just come and enjoy the event without having to stress about the little things." Peter chimed in from the other side of the table. Being the eldest of the four, he always tried to play the peace maker. He looked across the table at his youngest sister and tried to calm the situation before it got out of hand.

"Remember we love you Lu, and we just want what's best for you."

Lucy looked at her eldest brother and then over to her sister. They were both looking at her and smiling as though she was a little girl who was about to throw a tantrum. They always seemed to think that she needed to be constantly protected, sheltered, and coddled. She had been seeing that look for the last 12 years. She looked down at her hands, balled in her lap and took a deep breath.

"I understand what you are say but-…"

"Just let it go Lucy. Susan planned all our celebrations and they were great. Why break the streak?"

Lucy's head snapped up at the voice of her second brother, Edmund. He was lounging back in his seat, goblet to his lips. His dark brows were raised above his eyes in an inquiring note.

"Besides the whole thing is about you. Why not just enjoy the attention?"

Lucy's frustrated gaze moved from Edmund's slight smirk to Peter's earnest smile to Susan's appeasing one. It was always like this. They always ganged up on her, thinking they knew what was best for her and completely dismissing any of her complaints or objections. She knew from experience that if she continued to argue and push that they would only treat her more like the child they saw her as. Pushing back her chair from the table, she stood, addressing her family, blue eyes blazing.

"Well since it seems as though I have no choice in the matter, I will ask you to excuse me. I have an appointment with Mistress Abies that I don't want to be late for. Good morning to you all."

With those final words she turned on her heel and strode from the room accompanied by her family's calls for her to come back. As she walked through the entrance doors, she let out a frustrated breath. It didn't seem to matter to her family that she would be 20 in a few months. In Narnia's eyes she would be a grown woman. It also didn't matter that, like her siblings, she had been a queen of Narnia for over a decade. No, to her older siblings she would always be Lucy, their baby sister. Well she had had about just enough of being the baby.


Lucy walked down the hall towards her study, still fuming over the conversation that morning over breakfast. As she rounded the corner, she spotted her dear friend, Mr. Tumnus. He had a large stack of tomes in his arms and was staggering forward. As he took a step, his hoof tripped over the slight raise in the rug and he started to fall. Lucy rushed to his aid, steadying the fawn and the stack he was carrying before both could tumble to the floor.

"Mr. Tumnus are you alright?" she asked, hand on his arm.

"Ah, Your Majesty. Yes, yes. I am quite all right. It just seems I may have grabbed too many books." Mr. Tumnus chuckled. "I couldn't see my hooves. I shall be more careful in the future. Thank you, Your Majesty." He smiled at her.

"Now Mr. Tumnus, how many times have I asked you not to call me Your Majesty? You are my oldest and dearest friend. Please it's just Lucy." Lucy gentle admonished him.

"But Your Majesty! I couldn't! It wouldn't be right or proper!" Mr. Tumnus exclaimed.

"I really am getting tired of everyone telling me today what I can and can't do! I will do as I please!" Lucy forcefully snapped.

Mr. Tumnus flinched back at her tone. Lucy sighed. She really shouldn't take out her frustration and anger at her family on poor Mr. Tumnus.

"Forgive me Mr. Tumnus. I didn't mean to snap at you. I am just a little upset this morning. I didn't mean to take it out on you. I'm sorry."

Mr. Tumnus shook his head. "No, no, it is quite all right my friend. We all get upset at times. Would you care to talk about it?"

Lucy looked at her dear friend. He had been her closest confidant and companion for as long as she could remember. She could talk to him about anything and he would always listen and offer help when she needed it.

"You have always been there for me when I needed you Mr. Tumnus. Have I ever truly thanked you for that?"

Shocked at her question, he nearly dropped his stack again. Looking at his young queen, he remembered the first day he met her. She had grown so much over the years, not just as a person but also as a ruler. He knew deep in his soul he would not change any of what has happened nor any of the experiences he has had to go through if it meant that she would be anything less than what she was now. He smiled at her and replied sincerely,

"No thanks have ever been needed, my friend."

Lucy smiled back, knowing that their bond of friendship was everlasting. She took a few tomes off the top of his stack and looked them over. They had titles such as, The Ancient Laws and Policies of Narnia, Treaties and Agreements, and A Philosophical view on the magic of Narnian History, Vol. 1.

"Mr. Tumnus, these sound absolutely dreadful. How are you reading these?" she asked.

"Oh, but they are quite interesting! Especially that one in your hand. It is written by a philosopher by the name of Grimwald Gundril. He is a quite famous man in the philosophical world. His book goes into the ethics and logic behind some of the major magical occurrences in Narnian history and how they effected decisions. He covers the knowledge and reasoning for why these decisions where made and the how the magics effected those decisions!"

Lucy held up her hand, stopping him before he delved too far into the explanation of the book. "While that all sounds…, um…, appealing, where in Narnia are you going with them? The library is in the opposite direction."

"Oh. Well, His Majesty, King Edmund actually asked for these books." Mr. Tumnus answered, shifting the lighter stack in his arms.

"Ed asked for these books?" Lucy started.

"Yes. He said he wanted to look up a few things on the history of Narnia and further familiarize himself with its political workings. He asked me for my recommendations."

Lucy was shocked. She knew that Edmund loved to read and that as the head of the intelligence circuit for the realm he had to be aware of all things that had to do with Narnia both past, present, and future. She had just never expected him to be interested in such things as philosophy. It seemed a little to heavy for even Ed.

"My brother, Edmund, asked for these? You're sure?" Lucy reiterated.

"Yes. He asked me this morning to leave them on the desk in his study." Mr. Tumnus said, shifting the stack again.

Flabbergasted at the deeper look into her brother's preferences, Lucy stated, "Well, then let me help you carry those to his study. I wouldn't want you to trip again."

"Thank you, Your Maj-, Lucy." He turned to fall in beside her as they walked down the hall. He looked over at her curiously. "Lucy, will you tell me what has you upset this morning? I really would like to help if I can."

Lucy sighed wearily again. "It's my family Mr. Tumnus. They simply seem incapable of seeing me as anything other than the little girl I was when we first came here. No matter what I do, they continue to treat me as such. I will be twenty in less than three months and to them, I am still a child."

"I'm sure it's not that bad. They love you and want you to be happy. Just as I'm sure you want the same for them." Mr. Tumnus responded.

"Yes of course I want them to be happy, and I know that they want the same for me, but I still wish that they would stop treating me as though I was still a little girl!" Lucy complained. "I am not a baby anymore to be sheltered and protected like a glass doll. I am a young woman! And I would like me able to make decisions about my life and things that have to do with my life myself!"

"Have you talked to your family about how you feel?" Mr. Tumnus asked as they made their way down the stairs leading into the wing that housed the royal studies.

"I have tried Mr. Tumnus." Lucy grumbled. " Aslan knows I have. But they always tell me the same thing. That I'm making too big a deal about nothing. They are my siblings and they only want what is best."

They stopped in front of Edmund's large study doors. The Narnian coat of arms embossed in silver covered the grand doors. Lucy traced the lines of the griffin with her eyes. It was the same coat that covered the doors of her study as well. She sighed once more and looked back at her friend.

"I'm sorry Mr. Tumnus. I must sound like a child, whining about my family and how life isn't fair. I just wish…, oh, I don't know what I wish." She smiled at him unhappily opening the door to the rooms. "I don't mean to burden you with my problems. Do you need me to help you carry the books into Ed's study?"

"No, no, Your Maj-, my lady. I think I should be able to manage from here. I thank you for your help." He took back the books Lucy handed him and replaced them on top of his stack. As she turned away to continue to her own study, he softly remarked,

"Lucy, I understand your frustration with your family and I can only counsel for you to have patience with them. I have seen you all grow into marvelous people over the years and grow closer as a family. I think it must be hard for them to let go after watching you grow from that little girl into the young woman standing in front of me. Give them time. I sure it will all work out in the end."

Lucy smiled again at her dearest, faithful friend.

"I will try Mr. Tumnus. I will try."

With that final word, he nodded, turned, and walked into the Just King's study. Lucy watched him go, turning over his final words in her head. She knew what he told her was sound. Ever since coming to Narnia, her siblings had taken on the roles she needed growing up, especially Peter and Susan. They had taken on the parental roles for their younger siblings, watching out for them and guiding them the best they knew how. She understood that older she got, the harder it would be for them to let go, but it was high time they did. She was no longer a girl, but a young woman fast approaching womanhood. It was time they recognized that. Maybe though, they just needed a little push to help them along the way.

A small smile played across the Valiant queen's lips as she walked down the hall towards her own study.


Edmund watched Lucy storm out of the dining chamber doors. He did feel a little sorry for her. As the second youngest in the family, he understood the feeling of being brushed aside and treated as though he were still a child. In hind sight, he probably should have been a little more empathetic to her plight. He did know how frustrating it was to have to fight against Peter and Susan's beliefs that they knew best.

"I don't understand why she is having such a problem with this. I would have thought that she would be thrilled that she didn't have to worry about planning these celebrations." Susan pondered as she turned back to her two brothers. "I know it would have been so much easier for me if I'd had some one to help plan my 20th birthday celebrations."

"I think she's just nervous about the implications of the ceremony. This is her official introduction into society. All eyes will be on her now." Peter commented, buttering a slice of toast. "This means a lot of responsibilities will fall on her shoulders."

"What more responsibilities could she have than being a queen of the realm?" Edmund drawled, placing his goblet back on the table. "That is to say, she has been a queen for just as long as the rest of us and I for one, think she has done a pretty good job of it. What could be harder than that?"

"Yes, but Edmund she was just a little girl when she was crowned. Not that I'm trying to say that she shouldn't have been crowned but that was a lot of responsibility to put on a child of any age, myself included. She should not have been forced to take on such adult things at such a young age." Susan replied, stirring her tea.

"But you are not in disagreement that she has risen to the challenge, are you?" Edmund asked, starting to feel a little annoyed on Lucy's behalf.

"No Ed, we are not disagreeing with you. We are just saying that she should have been allowed, actually both of you, should have been allowed to remain children a while longer." Peter said taking a bit of his toast.

"Excuse me? Now you're saying that I should not have been crowned king either?" Edmund asked, leaning forward, his ire starting to rise.

"No Ed. I'm not saying that either. I think you are purposely misunderstanding me." Peter replied exasperated. "What I am saying, is that you were both so young and that if I could, I would have allowed you both the retain your youth a little longer."

"While you and Susan took on the whole of the responsibilities to run the realm, leaving Lucy and I to what? Frolic amongst the dancing nymphs?" Edmund retorted.

"Edmund stop it! You know very that is not what Peter meant. Why are you being so difficult about this? You know that being a king or queen of this realm has not been easy. Are you honestly telling me that if you could have, you would not have removed some of the harder responsibilities of the job from Lucy so that she wouldn't have to deal with the darker side of ruling?" Susan cut in.

"I would have known that Lucy is a strong girl and that with the help and support of her family that she could handle anything." Edmund countered, rising to his feet.

"Edmund, we're not saying that she couldn't. We're just saying that she should not have had to." Peter returned.

"I suppose then neither should I? Would it have been better for the both of you if we had been crowned prince and princess? That would have made all of this easier." Edmund seethed, stepping away from his family. He knew he was being difficult and that this argument was pointless and a little childish, but this particular topic had always been a sore spot for him. Ever since his betrayal at the hands of Jadis, he had always harbored the secret thought that maybe he was not cut out to be a king. To hear that his brother and sister would have stopped him from receiving the title, cut a little too close to the heart.

"Edmund!" Susan exclaimed, visibly hurt at his comment.

"Edmund that is enough! You know that is not what we wanted." Peter barked. "Susan and I have only wanted what we thought was best. You are being overly difficult and willfully misunderstanding us. What's worse, you are upsetting Susan. Apologize at once!"

Edmund narrowed his eyes at Peter's tone. He stood there staring him down for a time before turning to his sister. In a cool voice, he intoned, "My apologies dear sister. I did not mean to upset you."

"That is quite all right Edmund. I know you did not mean to do so." Susan's softly responded.

"Now you will sit down, and we will continue this breakfast without anymore arguments. Is that understood?" Peter said firmly.

Edmund turned his cool silver gaze back to his brother.

"You will forgive me, brother, if I do not return to our… delightful breakfast. I too have an appointment this morning that I wish not to be late. I shall graciously excuse myself from yours and my sister's presence so that I might attend to my …, responsibilities. Good day."

With a nod, Edmund turned and stalked from the room. He could feel the disapproving stare of his brother on his back but refused to turn around and go back. A little part of him knew that the argument that just occurred was rude and childish, but he could not have stopped himself if he had tried. He had been no better than a rampaging minotaur in a china shop.

He ran his hands through his dark locks, slowing his pace as he headed towards the business wing. The whole conversation had gotten out of hand from the beginning and had then turned into a general disaster. He knew instinctively that what Susan and Peter had said, they had said out of love and only wanting to protect their younger siblings from the harshness of the world they lived in. They had not been trying to take away his crown nor had they ever implied that he didn't deserve it.

He sighed grudgingly. He would have to put aside his pride and make his apologies to his older siblings for the way he acted and the things he said. He decided he would do it at lunch. At the moment though he had a meeting with a certain fawn about a few of the older policies in Narnia. The morning bell tolled in the distance, signaling the time. Edmund quicken his steps. If he did not hurry, he would indeed be late.


The noon bell sounded in the distance, signaling it was time for lunch as Lucy finished her meeting with Mistress Abies. She had asked the dryad, the head of her healing order, to meet with her about the new developments for the cure of a recent outbreak of snakeskin pox. It was a nasty disease that causes those infected to develop snake skin like rashes all over their bodies and for their pupils to remain dilated and slitted like a snake. It so far wasn't a fatal disease, but Lucy wanted to stay ahead of it just in case it could develop that symptom. Mistress Abies agreed. They had been working all morning on coming up with a cure for the disease, pouring over any books or scrolls that had even a slightest mention of the illness. They had come up with a general game plan on how to treat the illness and perhaps to even prevent it from spreading.

"I believe a mixture of tea tree oil, aloe, and comfrey will help reduce the skin lesions. While eucalyptus will help with the breathing." Mistress Abies's dry voice broke the concentrated silence that had fallen over Lucy's study.

"I believe you're correct, Mistress Abies. But that is for after they contract the sickness. I believe a draft of echinacea and ginseng tea with a little honey will help prevent them from catching the sickness in the first place." Lucy replied. She had been reading all the books about sickness and their preventions the large Narnian library had all morning. "We want to stop the populous from getting the sickness before we have an epidemic we have to deal with."

"You are right, Your Majesty."

Wearily, Lucy sighed as she marked her place and closed the small book she had been review for the last hour. She rolled her shoulders, stretching the stiff muscles in her neck.

"I think that is all we can do at the moment, Mistress. I don't believe there is much more that can be done. Unless the disease advances, of which I pray it does not, there is not much more we can do but prepare and treat what we already know."

"I pray you are right, my lady. I do not want to this to turn into another black spot epidemic." The healer agreed, closing her own book.

"Neither do I, Mistress. Will you be able obtain the proper amounts needed of the herbs?" Lucy asked as she set her book aside, rising to her feet.

"No, it should be no problem. Our stores are high and fresh. Last year was a very good harvest." Mistress Abies replied, gathering her scrolls.

"Good. I would like that treatment worked on immediately. This disease may not be deadly, however, the sooner we eradicate it, the better." Lucy declared.

"Of course, Your Majesty. I will have my healers get on it at once. Will there be anything else, my lady?" Mistress Abies assented.

"No. Thank you for your time Mistress Abies. I believe together we might have just made a difference. At least I pray we did." Lucy admitted.

"I have no doubt we did, my queen." Mistress Abies bowed and sent Lucy a comforting smile. She then departed from the room.

Lucy heaved a heavy sigh as she sat back down. She really hoped that the treatment that she and the healer had produced would help stem the multiplication of the disease. She had been researching the illness for days and there seemed to be nothing to cure it but to let it run its course. The young queen abhorred seeing her subjects in pain and suffering, yet there was only so much that could be done.

She leaned her head back against her chair and closed her eyes. She didn't like feeling helpless and that is what this disease made her feel like. Her hands were tied, along with every other healers. They could do no more until the sickness progressed or showed other symptoms.

"A gold piece for your thoughts?" A low male voice sounded from the door.

Lucy opened her eyes, meeting the silvery gray ones of her brother across the room. He was leaning casually against her open door, arms crossed across his chest. She smiled wanly at him.

"I don't know if my thought is worth a gold piece." She responded. She began to tidy her desk from that morning's meeting.

Edmund raised a brow, as he pushed off the door and walked closer to her desk. "It can't be that bad."

"It's not that its bad. It's more useless." Lucy answered, stacking her books to one side.

"Well now I'm intrigued." Edmund replied with an air of interest. "Do share your useless thought. I could use something of a riddle."

Lucy shook her head at her brother, chuckling at his ridiculousness. No matter how upset she may have been at him this morning, he was still her favorite brother and he always knew how to make her smile.

"It's not a riddle Ed. It is just simple useless thought and an impossible wish."

Edmund raised both eyebrows and waited.

Lucy shook her again, "Really Ed, it is nothing that is worth sharing."

Edmund remained silent, watching her, a joking smirk on his lips.

Lucy threw up her hands and exclaimed, "Oh fine! You are not going to let this go, are you?" Her brother continued to remain silent, eyebrows still raised. Exasperated, Lucy relented.

"I was thinking that I wish I could do more for the people of Narnia when it came to sickness and wondering why Father Christmas only gave me a small amount of healing cordial. But of course, I already know the answer to that question, so there is no use in me asking it!" Lucy said as she continued solemnly, "It's just not fair."

Edmund had sobered at her answer. He knew how much Lucy cared about the people and creatures of Narnia, and that she worked tirelessly to make sure that they were happy. To see her this upset over a problem bothered him more than he could say. Yet, he knew as well, there was nothing more either of them could do.

"How did the meeting with Mistress Abies get on?" He asked sedately.

"We found a few things that we think can help but, I don't know if it will be enough Edmund." Lucy gazed at her brother, unhappy with the outcome of her meeting.

Edmund moved around the desk and placed an arm around his sister's shoulders. "You've done all you can, Lu. Its in Aslan's hands now."

Lucy leaned her head against his shoulder, relaxing into his comforting embrace. "I know Ed. I just wish I could do more."

They stayed like that until Lucy lightly elbowed Edmund in the side. "You know, it just occurred to me that I still haven't forgiven you for this morning."

Edmund clutched his side as though it hurt, stepping away from her, "Oh come now Lu. What was I supposed to do? You know how those two get."

"Of course, I know that!" she continued, advancing on him, "But you didn't have to side against me! You know as well as I do how frustrating it is when they decide to go nutter and try to impose their will upon us. I was expecting you to be on my side! I didn't expect for you to side with them!" Lucy persisted, finger pointing at his face.

"I know Lu and I am sorry but if it makes you feel any better, after you left I had it out with the two of them about the same thing." Edmund replied guiltily, backing away with his hands up to ward off any attack.

Lucy stopped advancing on him to stare, astonished at his remark.

"Did you really?" she asked unbelieving.

Edmund straightened now that her advancing had ceased. "Yes, I did. To the point where I will have to apologize for my rudeness." He said grudgingly.

"Oh Ed, you didn't." Lucy scolded.

"Yes, unfortunately I did. You know how hard it is for me to hold onto my temper when Peter turns into a prat."

Lucy giggled at his comment. As much as she loved her eldest brother, sometimes the title, High King, went to his head and made him completely unbearable.

"Yes, I know. I should probably make my apologies as well. I think we both behaved poorly this morning." She admitted.

"I will if you will." Edmund said.

Lucy sighed yet again. It seemed to be developing into a habit. "Well if we are going to do this, we might as well get it over with, hadn't we? Come on, we should head to lunch. I'm sure that despite our behavior this morning, they will be expecting us."

"I am positive you are right." Edmund conceded.


So that is the end of the first chapter. I hope you liked it and are anxious for more. As I said, this story is to help me reclaim my love of writing so you will have to bear with me while I rediscover my passion. I will try not to have such a long gap between uploads.

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