Author's note: This is just a short story that came out of nowhere. I am not a huge fan of Taylor Swift but I happened to hear her song "Long Live" on Youtube and this story started to write itself. Edmund writes a letter to Susan as he and Peter go to dig up the rings right before the train crash. He asks her to try to remember their coronation and their golden reign. I hope you enjoy it, even though it's not my best work.

Edmund's Epistle

A letter from his majesty, Edmund the Just, to his royal sister, Susan the Gentle;

Dearest sister Susan,

I write to you because I do not know what adventure is in store for us as we go to dig up Professor Kirke's old rings. Peter told you about the vision of the strange person, did he not? He also told you of our plans, I'm sure. Please, Susan, will you meet up with us at the train station? We miss you so much and we miss our times with you. We will try not to mention Narnia too much for it angers you.

Oh, Susan! How could you have forgotten? Don't you remember our coronation? I said to remember that day forever. I'm sure that you really do remember; it's in the back of your mind. It was the time we stood with our shaking hands and trembling smiles. The crowd was cheering as the crowns were placed on our heads and they called us the Kings and Queens. That night, you danced like you knew that our lives would never be the same. Peter held his head like a hero off a page of an Arthurian legend. It was the end of the Witch's rule but only the beginning of our age; the Golden Age.

Can't you picture it, Susan? Remember the walls we crashed through to get there and all the kingdom lights shining for our coronation. We were ready to take on the world. One day, we knew we would be remembered for it.

Susan, Lucy says to remember the feeling of all the years that we sat in those thrones. We are the Kings and the Queens. I traded my cap for a crown when Aslan gave us our kingdom. And we ruled it well. Our enemies were outraged and said it was absurd because we were only children. They thought that our kingdom would fall apart in weeks. But for a moment, four children from a small town ruled the world.

Long live the memories we made! Bring on all the foes; we're not afraid. Long live the mountains we moved. I had the time of my life fighting beside you. When they placed the crown on your head, I wanted the look on your face to be remembered forever. Susan, we four shall be remembered forever.

But Susan, will you take a moment to promise me this: that you'll stand by us forever? And if tragedy would step in and force us into a goodbye, remember your siblings and Narnia and the Lion. If you have children someday, when they point to the pictures please tell them our names. Tell them the story of redemption and how the crowds went wild. Tell them how I hope they will shine like we did.

Long live Aslan, dear sister mine! Hold on to the memories and remember those kingdom lights shining for you and me. Feel the fresh wind on your face as the ocean breeze blows through the throne room. Spin around under the great dome as the confetti falls to the ground. And I hope that the look on your face will still be there. Long live Queen Susan the Gentle! Long live Narnia! But most importantly, long live Aslan!

Should I never set eyes on you again, farewell, my dearest sister. Farewell, Susan the Gentle! Farewell.

Your brother, King Edmund the Just