Those Lazy Mornings
A Narnia Fanfiction
It was those lazy mornings, those autumn days where the leaves blew around in entwined spirals and the sun shone down on the kingdom of Cair Paravel, that Queen Lucy of Narnia loved most. What she loved even more was thrusting herself out of her bedroom to stand and observe her land on the balcony before the rest of the world woke up from their deep and perfect sleep.
Every morning, her eyes would blink happily, shining in the deepest browns with flecks of gold, whilst her golden hair would blow around her perfect, round face in silky and straight locks that smelled of roses. Her crown would be carefully set on top of her dresser, rays of the sun shining gently on it before her shadow blocked it as she swept outside.
Her garments flew around her in the most obstreperous fashion; and while if she was still in London people would disapprove of this, it only made her seem more wild and fascinating here. Skirts billowed around her in gusts of wind as the cool morning chill flowed onto her face and shoulders. She smiled; she was all too used to the cold after braving the seemingly endless winter that settled in Narnia years before, before her and her siblings became kings and queens.
She turned around, shoes that seemed to be made of glass making a small clink with each small step. She took one last look at the mountains, the sea, the unbounded lands she ruled and whatever lay beyond.
She still found it hard to believe.
Her, of all people, HER, Lucy Pevensie, was QUEEN- of all this? She never fully believed it. She lifted her skirts before daintily stepping into her bedroom.
What time would it be now? The sun was now up, and the sky was still glowing in hues of pinks and oranges and reds. She sighed, completely content with this, not ever wanting to leave it.
Soon after, many years flew by and Lucy of Narnia was now an accomplished young woman. She still loved those lazy mornings, though; even in winter, where newly fallen snow would gleam, whispering perfection, teasing all who took a step into its purity. She would stand on her balcony, each morning while the rest of the world slept, and watch the the creep up over Narnia and Archenland and Calormen, the bright sun contrasting with silhouettes of scenery.
In spring, she would watch the snow melt to reveal green grass, singing birds, and blue skies. She would often even watch for the first robin of the season ('A wife's tale, but lovely all the same,' she once said) fly by the castle, and even one year it was a talking beast and landed on her finger.
"Good morning, O lovely Queen," it said, gracefully bowing. She giggled and stroked its feathers lovingly.
"Hello, O lovely bird," She greeted it.
"How is your morning?"
"Ah, just wonderful. The snow is melting and the flowers are growing already, and it is only February!" She couldn't help but want to clap her hands with glee.
"Indeed, it is wonderful. Even now I appreciate spring so much more, after the White Witch's reign over Narnia."
"Christmas, too," She reminded. The bird let out a high-pitched chortle.
"Yes, Christmas. We all missed it so much," The bird said.
"So, how is- oh, hullo! I do believe my sister Susan is calling me, so you must go," Lucy said, smiling. "Goodbye... What is your name?"
"Blackwing," It replied.
Lucy waved. "Goodbye, Blackwing!" It flew away, and the queen turned to see her door vibrating with the pounding of her sister's fist.
"Lucy!"
She stepped inside.
Even when she returned from Narnia, a small girl again, it was those lazy mornings, those autumn days where the leaves blew around in entwined spirals and the sun shone down on the kingdom of Cair Paravel, that Queen Lucy of Narnia loved most.
The End