Chapter Eleven: The Wedding
(Lucy)
"Oh, Lucy, you look so beautiful! I can't believe you're getting married!" Susan exclaims. I smile nervously.
"I'm glad it's finally happening." I whisper. She smiles and chatters on as I step into my simple white wedding gown and let Gillian dress my hair. She weaves the knee-length tresses into a long, smooth braid that then wraps around my head like a dryad's before nestling my crown in the braid. A translucent silvery veil drifts down from the back of my crown. When they are finished, I look in my mirror and gasp. A glowing golden-headed beauty stands in the mirror. Her hair gleams and in the intricate twists shines a silver crown. It is misted over by a silver-white veil. Her slim figure is shown off by a simple wedding gown with flowing sleeves and pearl beading along the belt. I find it hard to believe that it's even me. I turn to Susan and Gillian.
"Thank you. Both of you." I sniffle as I hug them. All too soon there is a knock at the door and Peter sticks his head in. His jaw drops.
"It's time." He stammers. I hug Susan one last time before taking Peter's arm and walking out the door. Susan is to be my maid of honor and will come in a moment. Edmund meets us at the end of the corridor. They're both walking me down the aisle.
Edmund kisses my temple and Peter kisses my cheek.
"We're really happy for you Lucy, and proud of how you've grown up. Corin will be a wonderful husband, but if he ever hurts you, leave us a piece of him to work with, okay?" Edmund whispers in my ear.
"Okay, Eddie." I giggle.
Mr. Tumnus begins the music on the panpipes and, one hand one each of my brother's arms; I walk slowly down the aisle to where Corin and Aslan are standing. I smile at them, nervous but excited for this new chapter of my life to begin.
Peter and Edmund hand me off to Corin and whisper something—death threats or blessings, I don't know—and we face Aslan and kneel.
"We are here today to witness the union of Queen Lucy the Valiant of Narnia and Prince Corin Thunder fist of Archenland." Aslan rumbles.
"Prince Corin, do you take Queen Lucy, my Dearest One, to be your wife?" he asks.
Corin looks at me lovingly.
"I do, Aslan."
Aslan turns to me. "And do you, Lucy, my Dearest One, take Prince Corin to be your husband?" I smile.
"I do, Aslan, Father." He seems to beam at this.
"Then I pronounce you man and wife!" he roars. "Let all gaze upon the Queen Lucy and Prince Corin!" Golden rings shimmer onto our fingers as Corin stands and pulls me up for our first kiss as man and wife. After separating, I hug Aslan, burying my face in his mane.
A celebratory ball and several glares from my brothers later, Corin and I retire to our rooms. As he kisses me lovingly, I can't help but think,
'Thank you, Aslan, for I am blessed.'
As Corin kisses me more urgently, I add 'Very blessed indeed.'
(A.N. And…yeah, I don't think anyone needs a play-by-play of what happens afterwards. I hope you like it. Peter and Edmund would probably rip apart anyone who touches Lucy inappropriately, so I figured death threats and glares were acceptable. )