*A/N* What's up, ladies and gentlemen? It would be well with you to read 'Anything Lucy' before reading this fic. It's only about 250 words, so don't be discouraged in thinking it's some full-lengther. In fact, don't read this until you've read 'Anything Lucy'. I command you.
Also, I'm sure some of you are gonna be all up in arms over this pairing. The ages thing... I've decided that during 'The Horse and His Boy', Corin was about twelve or thirteen, and Lucy was seventeen or eighteen. Let's say Corin was thirteen, and Lu was eighteen, for the sake of argument. Corin is nearing his seventeenth birthday in this fic. Older women do like younger men, you know. ;)
Um... please enjoy, please review.
Oh yeah... a disclaimer. I love C.S. Lewis, but like... I'm not him. Therefore, I don't own the Chronicles. ;)
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Chapter One: A very short chapter. I just want to know how people will react to this fic... I'll most likely end up continuing no matter what response I get, but reviews will really help. Ideas and constructive criticism are always appreciated.
Summary: King Lune's dialouge is fricken hard to write! Go read 'The Horse and His Boy' and you'll know exactly what I'm talking about! Whew! What a challenge! So I apologize if he doesn't come off sounding quite like himself. Which, I know he probably won't. So... sorry! I've noticed that this really isn't a summary. I've also noticed that this chapter doesn't really need one. So go on.
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The first moment Corin knew that he loved Lucy was when she had scolded him for mocking his older brother about love. It had been a fleeting instant, but in that moment, her eyes shining, a small smile playing at the corner of her lips... he knew. Lucy would have to belong to him.
He didn't see her as often as he liked. She was, of course, a Queen in Narnia. He resided in Archenland, and he was lucky to see her once every few months or so, often times longer than that.
Excuses were made, naturally. Corin did very well inventing reasons to ride out to Narnia. "But Father, I simply have to be there when King Peter competes in the swordsman's tournament. In fact, I should probably participate myself, wouldn't you agree?" Or often times, "I could stand a few days away, Father. Don't send a runner to Narnia, for goodness sake; I'll take the message for you myself!"
This particular occasion, Corin had asked his father if he could drop by with a gift for the Kings and Queens at Cair Paravel.
"Ride to Narnia again, Corin? This is the fourth time in as many months!" King Lune exclaimed in his usual loud, jovial tone.
"I know Father, but it's been ever so tedious around here for the last few weeks. All this rot about business, you know I've not got a good head for it all!" Corin responded, flippantly referring to the management of the principle shipping out of Archenland as 'all this rot about business'.
"Yes, I know about what you've got a good head for, lad," his Father chided in mock sternness, "Boxing, eating, and getting into more trouble than a boy your age ought. I'd have hoped that you would have grown out of this running about nonsense by your seventeenth year!"
"I'm not seventeen yet," Corin said, brushing the comment aside with a wave of his hand.
"All the same..." the King trailed off, staring hard at his youngest son, as if trying to figure something out. Corin stared back a bit coolly, eyebrows raised, eagerly anticipating his Father's consent, yet naturally attempting to look as if the whole matter meant nothing to him.
"Do as you will," was the final word on the matter.
