My Warrior Queen (Edited)

by Queen Lucy. The Valiant One

Corin of Archenland is just a little older in this fic. Queen Lucy is his warrior queen. What will happen as they try to make their happily ever after with the threat of war from Galma if Lucy is not given to their ruler as a bride? Will Lucy and Corin get their happily ever after...or be forced to wait until they meet again in Aslan's Country? Read to find out! Review please.

1. Chapter 1: The Horse and His Boy

Chapter One: Battle of Anvard

(Corin)

It has been said that Queen Lucy the Valiant is as good as any boy in battle. They are wrong; she is not as good as a boy. She is better. Queen Lucy is as magnificent as her brother the High King in battle—she fights using two swords like her brother King Edmund, then sheathes them and empties a quiver of arrows as I watch. Each fatally strikes a Calormene. She quickly stows her bow and draws her twin swords, spinning as another soldier tries to sneak up on her. He falls. She is a whirlwind, slashing her way to where her brother is dueling, although he is much less graceful than she.

Queen Lucy, who dances with the fauns and dryads, twirls in a deadly ballet. She is partnered against a giant of a man, twice her size. Suddenly she ducks, spins, and the soldier collapses. I fight my way to her. She is in a defensive position. Although she is out of arrows, in addition to her swords, Queen Lucy has a belt of daggers.

I have seen her throw them. She never misses. I should not fear for her, but irrationally, I do. She turns and manages to smile at me. I force one as well. A strange, fluttery sensation erupts in my stomach, and then I know.

I'm in love with Queen Lucy the Valiant. Turning back to the battle, I inwardly gulp.

High King Peter is going to kill me.

(Lucy)

As I slash my swords and strike down two more Calormenes, I notice Corin; brave eighteen year old Corin, fighting with a sword and shield, much like Peter with Rhindon. I have cleared a large area of all Calormene soldiers, so I sheath my swords and draw my bow. I begin to empty my quiver. I shoot automatically, yet I never miss. Susan will never admit it, but if she lost her magic bow, she would be utterly defenseless. It is to be expected, however, for she is the Gentle Queen. A Valiant Queen must be strong for her people, and I cannot lose this fight. No matter how tired I am. No matter how much the hidden wound from a stray arrow hurts.

Corin begins to hack his way over to me as I draw my blades again, beginning my deadly dance. I give Corin a strangled smile as he reaches me. His answering grin is rather forced. It is his first battle after all. Still, I feel fluttery now that I have made him smile. Then realization hits me.

I love Prince Corin of Archenland.

'Aslan help me.' I think to myself.

Peter's going to kill him.