A/N: I got the idea of Peter's title from the Fic "Black dwarfs, blue river" by elecktrum, which is a really good fic (if you haven't read it yet, then you really should!). I don't know if he really has so many titles as I found nowhere any proof, but I liked the image of it.
Disclaimer: Alas, I don't own Narnia or any of its characters.
The children walked down to the library, and were discussing about what they were going to learn. As they entered the library, they saw a rather old and intimidating Centaur standing next to a wooden table with lots of books on it. Immediately all thoughts of showing his authority and telling this teacher that he, King Edmund the Just, wasn't going to study anything, ran away from Edmund's mind.
"Your majesties," the Centaur said in a grave voice. "I am here to teach you the history of your kingdom. May you please take a seat?"
"History!" Susan exclaimed with shining eyes; everyone knew she liked this subject a lot.
The children sat down and stared at their teacher in awe. Lucy thought him being rather nice, but strict all the same. The teacher began to tell them about Narnia's history: how Aslan created Narnia and gave the beasts the ability to speak; how the White Witch first entered Narnia with the help of a Son of Adam, and how the first King and Queen of Narnia reigned. Even Lucy and Peter, who weren't really interested in history, listened attentive.
"At least the old chap tells us something interesting." Peter whispered to Edmund, who was sitting next to him. Before Edmund could do anything but nod, the Centaur had paused in his lecture and began telling both off for not paying attention. Lucy had quite a fight to prevent herself from breaking into a fit of giggles at the sight of the sheepish looks on her brothers' faces.
Not long after that the Centaur told them the lesson was over and they were to wait for their teacher in Rhetoric. Some minutes later another Centaur entered.
"Oh, I get it." Edmund said in a low voice. "Our servants are Fauns, and our teachers are Centaurs. Brilliant."
The lesson in Rhetoric was rather fun as the children had to study some speeches of the old Kings and Queens and began laughing hysterically once in a while because the speeches sounded rather silly to them. Their teacher, a young and nice Centaur who seemed to like his royal students a lot, told them that they would soon be delivering speeches like those they read.
"Oh, come off it." panted Peter through a fit of laughter. "Who wants to speak as if he had a stick up on his ass?"
The Centaur seemed to range between indignation and amusement, while Susan almost fell off her seat laughing and Edmund wiped tears of laughter from his eyes. It became clear that the children weren't going to calm down if they had to study Rhetoric for another hour, so their teacher dismissed them earlier.
As lunch was to be served later, the children had an hour free time and decided to spend it exploring their castle. Soon the quiet halls were filled with loud noises and laughter from Edmund and Lucy as Susan chased Peter through the whole castle because he had declared he would enact a law that will forbid dances and balls in Narnia (although it was clear that he had only said it to annoy Susan).
Finally, as they went to lunch, they were discussing about their afternoon; while Peter and Edmund will have to train their sword skills, Susan and Lucy will have some training in their archery. Susan was relieved as she didn't fancy sword fighting that much, but Lucy was a bit disappointed.
The afternoon went by quickly and exhausting. The boys were glad that their teacher was the Centaur Oreius with whom they had trained before the Battle of Beruna against the White Witch, and the girls had a female teacher in archery. They had great fun training outside on the fields near their castle after the hours they had spent in the library studying. After their training, the children were much too tired to talk much. They all had a bath (which was really needed) and went to dinner, which was also a rather quiet affair. The first day as Kings and Queens of Narnia had been really exhausting.
After dinner, they went to their bedrooms. Lucy and Susan were quite excited to see all their dresses and began to try them all, commenting each other's looks. Meanwhile, Peter and Edmund had a discussion about the tricks they had learned today, as there was a knock on their door.
"Come in!" Edmund called, and the Faun that had awoken them came in, carrying a piece of parchment with a wax seal on it.
"It is a letter for the High King Peter, Sire." he said, giving the piece to Peter.
"I got a letter!" Peter exclaimed agitated. "See, Edmund, a letter! From King…Loony, I suppose."
"Please, Sire", the Faun said timidly. "It's King Lune, Sire. He is the King from Archenland."
"Oh." Peter answered, frowning. "Right. Lune. Okay. You may go." he added, nodding at the Faun, who went out.
Peter unfolded the Parchment and began to read the letter out loud.
"To Peter, High King over Narnia, sometimes called the Magnificent, Emperor of the Lone Islands, Knight of the Most Noble Order of the Lion, Lord of Cair Paravel, Guardian of the Northern Marches, Master of Redhaven, Grand Duke of Terebinthia and Keeper of the Lion's Seal, from King Lune of Archenland, greeting!"
Peter looked up, frowning again. "Do I really have so many titles?" he asked, slightly taken aback. Edmund only shrugged.
"Poor chap." Peter said. "I think I should tell him that High King is enough.
To our greatest pleasure we have recently received news that you and your royal brother, King Edmund the Just, and royal sisters, Queen Susan the Gentle and Queen Lucy the Valiant, have defeated the White Witch at the Battle of Beruna and have been crowned to Kings and Queens over Narnia. It is our wish to attend upon your successful majesties as soonest as possible. Please send us a letter to inform us of which date will be to your majesties pleasure. With our best wishes to your majesties,
Lune, King of Archenland"
The boys looked at each other rather confused. After a long silence, Edmund said quietly: "I think he wants to visit us."
"Yeah, that has occurred to me, too." Peter agreed. "And I suppose he asked for a calendar-date, didn't he?"
"I think so."
"Alright. Then we should write him back."
Peter went looking for parchment, ink and a quill. As he had found it, he sat down on his desk and stared overstrained at Edmund. "What the hell shall I write?"
"Well, I suppose you begin with a nice greeting. Maybe you can copy that what he wrote."
"If you think I'm going to write down all my titles…!"
After some discussing, many attempts and spilled ink, shattered parchments and numerous swearing, Peter and Edmund had finally written a letter to "that Loony chap" and were somehow content with it. They hadn't yet learnt how the days and months in Narnia were called, so they had to improvise a bit.
To King Lune from Archenland, from High King Peter over Narnia, greeting!
It is very nice to hear from your majesty. We have agreed that a fine date for a meeting with you would be in ten days time. Please inform us if this date is to your pleasure.
Peter, High King over Narnia