Disclaimer: Unfortunately I do not own Narnia. If I did, I would be there.
Gold
Peter stood solemnly on the balcony just outside his new room at Cair Paravel. He held his golden crown tentatively in his hands. There was only one question reverberating through his head: "did he deserve to be king? How could he? He hadn't even been able to keep his word to his mother. He hadn't kept his siblings safe and it had almost cost Edmund his life." This broke his train of thought and had you been there, you would have seen him flinch visibly at the thought of losing his little brother. He immediately banished this thought from his mind, hoping to forget what had happened at Beruna. He knew he could never forget but dwelling on it would only make all of their lives more difficult. Peter knew he should be downstairs at the banquet. After all, it was a banquet in their honor. It would never be acceptable for the new high king to miss an event in honor of his family's coronation. It was only one week after the battle of Beruna, and also the siblings' coronation night. He thought of his siblings. He thought of Susan, now Queen Susan the Gentle. The title was fitting he thought to himself. For all her strength when she had to fight, at all other times she was the epitome of gentleness. He thought of Edmund, now King Edmund the Just. He knew injustice, so who better to be the Just King? And then there was Lucy, now known to the world as Queen Lucy the Valiant. He thought of his baby sister, now a queen. How could he accept that? She had always been brave, but never like this she had been throughout this time. Valiant though she was, Lucy was still so sweet and innocent, yet she had seen battle firsthand. He hated the thought of it.
This brought him back to the reason he had come up to the balcony. How could he deserve to be High King of Narnia? "How can I be the king?" he thought to himself. "In England I am not even old enough to go to war. Here I am supposed to lead a country." He turned his crown over with a sigh. After a few more minutes he calmed his emotions and descended to the banquet hall. He watched as Lucy and Edmund danced before Susan came and pulled him to the dance floor. As he danced he realized something: he didn't deserve to be High King. No one deserved that honor. However he had been blessed with the oppurtunity to lead a country with the help of his family. He sighed contentedly as the dance ended and Susan stepped away. Then Lucy came and pulled him back onto the dance floor for the next dance. As he danced with Lucy he knew that Narnia was now truly their home. Their crowns gold and silver represented who they would become in the next years.
A/N: This was on my old profile a few years ago. I am in the process of re writing and posting my stories now that I am in college. Let me know what you think!
