Discalimer: If I owned the Chronicles of Narnia, then I probably wouldn't be writing a fanfiction about the Chronicles of Narnia.

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Beginnings

Lucy woke up to the clippity-clop of hooves outside of her bedroom door. Wait, what were hooves doing outside of her bedroom? Lucy sat up abruptly, and was further confused by the soft velvet of the embroidered blanket. Where was she? With a sudden rush of memory, she understood. They were in Narnia, Edmund had been kidnapped, Aslan had rescued him, He died for Edmund, her brothers went to war, Edmund was hurt, Lucy saved him, the coronation had been last night. The coronation! A wave of dizziness washed over Lucy as she pondered over the words. If there was a coronation, last night had seemed so magical that she couldn't decide whether it had been a dream or reality, then that meant that she was a Queen! Eleven years old, and already ruling a country! Along with her brothers and sister of course, but still. With a sudden course of excitement, Lucy jumped out of bed. She felt as she had every Christmas morning, eager to awaken the entire house and open presents. Except her new life was like a present being opened over and over again. Lucy flitted around her room, humming a song that she had heard last night to herself. There was a soft knock on the door, and Lucy called out a cheerful,

"Come in!"

The great oaken doors creaked open, and two nymphs came in. Lucy stood up from her wide vanity, not wishing to be rude. The nymphs dropped into identical curtsies, and said in unison,

"Good morning Your Majesty."

Lucy bobbed her head, feeling a bit uncomfortable. What were the nymphs here for? Her question was answered when they introduced themselves.

"I am Calita," said the shorter one, with mousy brown hair, "And I am Lillian, Your Majesty." The blond one with the tall, willowy arms, dropped another curtsy.

Lucy smiled,"It's very nice to meet you, and I don't mean to be rude, but why exactly are you-?"

She left her sentence hanging, feeling too embarrassed to finish. Should she know why they were here? Was this something that she was told, and was simply not paying enough attention to hear? Oh no, what if this was something that she should have automatically known as Queen? Well, in her defense, no one had exactly given her a handbook.

Calita smiled kindly, and explained,"We are your handmaidens, Your Majesty."

Suddenly, the situation made much more sense. The two nymphs were here to dress her, do her hair, help her get ready. Lucy flushed in embarrassment. She was perfectly capable of getting dressed by herself. What? Did the Narnians think that she was dumb?
Take a deep breath She ordered herself to calm down. These two probably knew twice as much as she did on being queen, and how one should act. So, she plastered her smile back onto her face, and allowed the two to guide her over to the vanity. She sat down, and they immediately started talking.

"Your Highness, today you have to meet with the Fauns. They are having a terrible fight about who gets the forest by Beruna-"
"Your Majesty, you and King Edmund must go over the border to Archenland in six days time to meet with King Lune, he has been requesting you and your brother's presences since the coronation-"
"Your Majesty-"
"Your Highness-"
"You must-"
"Have to start planning-"
"Must send out those invitations, as soon as possible, or else-"

"Stop!" Lucy ordered, in a much harsher tone than she had intended.

Calita and Lillian immediately stopped talking.

Lucy took a deep breath,"Before we start the day, could you please help me get ready first? Then we can go down to the kitchens, and I am sure that Mrs. Beaver would be perfectly happy to make us some tea and biscuits. We can discuss what needs to happen after we are not running purely on empty stomachs, and minds that have not started working."

The nymphs nodded vigorously.

"One more thing," said Lucy. The nymphs bobbed their heads, "My name is Lucy. You have every liberty to call me this. I really do prefer that to my titles."

The nymphs looked uncomfortable about the suggestion, but nodded. Lucy turned around to look at the girls as they raced off to the closet to find a suitable dress. They came back, bearing with them a beautiful green dress with golden trimming. Lucy clapped enthusiastically, and the nymphs smiled gently at their young Queen's joy. Lucy found out the hard way that it really was a blessing to have help getting dressed. Narnian dresses were extremely comfortable, but this particular dress required a corset, a small hoop, and a jumble of strings. Calita went to the jewelry cabinet, and began searching through the contents for a suitable necklace. Lillian went searching through the bottom of the wardrobe for a pair of shoes. In the end, Lucy sported an emerald necklace. It was delicate, a small circle of gold encasing the precious gem. A thin chain of gold held the necklace, and her earrings were very much the same. Her shoes were made out of a comfortable brown leather that formed itself to her feet, and, before long, she was being sat down at her mirror, and a bristled brush was being pulled gently through her long hair. The nymphs worked their magic, and, before long, she looked like a queen.

Calita placed her silver tiara on Lucy's head, and exclaimed,"You look beautiful, Your- Lucy!"

Lucy smiled and twirled once or twice before the long mirror. After about five more minutes of her handmaidens fussing over the "frizzles" in her hair, the three of them headed down to breakfast. The only one of her siblings up this early in the morning was Peter. He had his golden crown on top of his dark blond hair, and was wearing a dark blue tunic with black leggings. He looked up from his breakfast, and smiled.

"Lucy! You look absolutely gorgeous, sister mine!"

Lucy blushed, and walked to the table to place a small kiss on her brother's cheek. "You are too generous brother mine."
Peter smiled up at her, and, for the first time noticed the two nymphs that were standing back from the greetings, looking like they wanted to disappear into the walls.

"Hello." he said politely.

The two nymphs tripped over themselves trying to curtsy and say hello at the same time. Peter smiled kindly, and introductions were quickly made. Over tea and biscuits, the atmosphere lightened considerably, and the conversation was enjoyable. After a while though, Peter was pulled away by his advisor to discuss the politics of the new Narnia, and Calita and Lillian picked up right where they had left off in her bedroom.

Even though she knew that she would one day get used to it, right now, at the beginning, being a Queen was very confusing.

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