Summary: I sort of had this idea as I watched LWW today. I don't suppose Peter, Susan, Ed and Lucy were noble Kings and Queens at the first day.

Disclaimer: I don't own Narnia or any of its characters. I'm just not creative enough to create own worlds and characters.


Being royal doesn't happen on its own. It is a long process every monarch in history had to go through. It is a process of learning. In our story, we will discover how the four Pevensie children learned how to be royal.

On the morning on which our story starts, Peter Pevensie slept long, as the coronation festivities on the previous day had lasted into the early morning hours. He was the oldest of mentioned four children and therefore High King over Narnia. Peter was sound asleep and completely unaware of the fact that his younger brother, King Edmund, with whom he shared the royal bedroom, was sneaking up on him with a pillow ready.

His sleep found a quick ending as Peter was whacked over the ears with a pillow. Jerking awake, he stared bewildered at his brother, who was grinning wickedly.

"Ed!" Peter roared furiously. "What the hell are you doing?"

"I'm waking you up." answered Edmund with an innocent look. "Haven't you seen? The-" But Edmund never got to say what Peter hasn't seen, as a pillow was thrown forcefully at him.

"Oi!" Edmund yelled, and in an instant the pillow fight was raging. Soon the room was filled with swearing and muffled yells, so both young kings didn't hear the shy knocking on their bedroom door. As the door opened nonetheless, their attention was drawn to a young Faun, who looked at them in a mixture of amusement and sheepishness. It must have been a strange picture indeed the Faun saw: two kings who were sitting in one bed, the older one holding the younger one by the throat, while the younger one was about to hit the older one with a pillow on the head.

"Your majesties?" the Faun asked shyly. "The Queens – your sisters – told me to awake you. Breakfast is ready."

Peter finally released Edmund and thanked the Faun, who abandoned the room in an instant. The brothers thought they were hearing muffled laughter through the door. They looked at each other for a moment, feeling utterly stupid.

"Maybe we should leave that fight for after the breakfast?" Peter asked warily.

"I suppose." Edmund responded. He jumped off Peter's bed and made for his walk-in cupboard to get dressed. Looking at all the tunics he found there, Edmund found it really hard to choose one. Finally he decided to wear brown trousers and a green tunic, together with brown boots.

As Peter and Edmund went to breakfast, they were watched by many Narnians – whether it was because they were newly crowned kings or because the news of their pillow fight had quickly spread through Cair Paravel, they never found out. In the dining-hall they saw that their sisters Susan and Lucy were halfway through their breakfast.

"You're late!" Lucy exclaimed. "Was it so difficult to get up?"

Her brothers exchanged looks and Edmund said with dignity: "We had urgent matters to discuss. Narnia is not going to rule itself, you know."

"Had these 'urgent matters' something to do with the question who's going to have the last pancake?" Susan asked, grinning.

"You didn't eat all the pancakes!" cried Peter in shock. As no answer from Susan and Lucy came, his worst fears seemed to be confirmed. In exact the moment he tried to decide whom he should tickle first for this severe crime, a Faun entered the room to serve a plate full of pancakes.

"Lucky for you." Edmund grumbled.

The breakfast was a loud affair as Lucy tried to sneak the honey jam from Edmund and Peter accused Susan of shocking him worse than ever by pretending that all the pancakes were gone. Soon bits of egg and pancake were flying through the dinner-room and Lucy was covered in honey, as yet another Faun (Edmund silently wondered if all their servants were Fauns) entered the room.

"I was sent to say that your teacher awaits you in the library." the Faun said, doing a good job to hide his bewilderment at the sight of his kings and queens, who were covered in what seemed to be half of their breakfast.

"You're not saying we have to go to school here?!" Edmund cried in horror.