Disclaimer: I love the works of C.S. Lewis. I am not him and own nothing. This is an interpretation of the thoughts and feelings of his characters.

Imposter

A Companion to "Brotherhood"

Is this real life? Is this a dream? I stand on the balcony with the evening breeze caressing my face.

Even ten years of being in King Lune's court, I still feel the imposter. Someone Queen Susan mistook for the lost prince.

My brother is so comfortable here. And why should he not be? These are the people he has known his entire life. He is the prince. The friend. The known one. Queen Susan his dearest mother-friend, King Peter his hero. He is part of this story.

He claims to be glad to remain a prince, have the duties of kingship taken from his shoulders, but isn't that what men kill for? To rule the world, to be king? I don't want to be king, true, but it is not an idea I have long entertained (though the thought plagues me in recent years, especially as my father ages), never expected. How can my brother, the one I stole from, not resent me at some level? How can we ever truly be brothers?