The Chronicles of Narnia DOES NOT BELONG TO ME!

I'm writing this because I felt like, and there are only a few of these fics out there.

Once a King or Queen of Narnia, always a King or Queen.

He named me Magnificent for my glory in battle. For being able to Battle without him to guide me, to fight for the freedom of all Narnia. I first lead His army against the White Witch, and then against the Telemarine King, my gifts from Father Christmas, the sword and shield with His emblem in hand. Both times, it was to free Narnia from a tyrant. Both times it was to free my people. That is why I am High King Peter, the Magnificent.

He named me Just for my betrayal. When I betrayed my sister and sided with Jadis, the White Witch, I touched the darkness. It helped me see that there is always two sides to a story; that no one can not be redeemed, if they repent their crimes. After all, Aslan saved me from the White Witch's law. He gave me a second chance; He sacrificed himself for my life, and gave me the strength to be King Edmund, the Just.

He named me Gentle, because of my heart. He knew that my only goal was to care for those I love, even if I had to fight to protect them. But I loathed to see any hurt, which is why my gifts suit me so well; If I must kill, I kill with compassion, and a horn in which to call for help whenever it is needed. He gave me my own gift and bestowed upon me the name of Queen Susan, the Gentle.

He named me Valiant for my never ending faith and called me one of His own; a lioness, in my own right. I always hoped for a bright tomorrow, for a future without shadows. When it was needed, I would fight for that future, for that hope, with my dagger in hand, defending my people from the dark. But He bestowed upon me the power of healing, so that I would not always need to fight; so I would heal those who suffered even the deadliest wound with one drop from the cordial of Fire-flower nectar. That is why he gave me the title; Queen Lucy, the Valiant.

To the glistening eastern sea,

To the great western wood,

To the radiant southern sun,

To the clear northern sky,

I give you,

The Valiant,

The Just,

The Gentle,

The Magnificent.

May your wisdom grace us til the stars rain down from the heavens.

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