You may consider this the prologue, since the tutor is rather poised and doesn't use any mad methods. The astronomy lore was not easy to create, I've been working on the stars' names, their constellations, and how a master astronomer's telescope would look like ever since October started.

10th. Greenroof, 1000 - Second-day

Master Perostorm was studying the array of stars spread like milk-coloured speckles onto a black canvas, squinting with one eye closed, focusing through the wide, convex lens, fitted between two circular, broken metallic rings. Edmund was fascinated by the number of scrolls, some open, some closed, sprawled across the pine table set in his personal library on the top floor of Cair. The Centaur was still intently gazing at the stars when Edmund quietly strode through the small library, admiring the enormous shelves with ancient books, some were manuscripts, some parchments. A wooden plank creaked as he stepped towards the empty desk that bore an open book, depicting an intriguing illustration.

"That one tends to break."

Edmund skittered back, not wanting to crash—quite literally—Susan's tea-party, which he calculated was happening right below them. "Peter said you wished to speak with me?"

"Ah, yes, young King," Master Perostorm said, finally putting down his lens. The Centaur was the most intellectual person Edmund had met. And his appearance strongly conveyed that. He wore glasses, circular, with a black frame firmly placed onto his ears. His white hair which he preferred to tie up in a braid was hiding his pointed ears, and a zig-zag scar on his right cheekbone that he'd acquired almost a century ago. Perostorm quickly scrolled back his papers, piling them up on the edge of the table. Then he placed a chair next to the pine table. The dreadful creaks made Edmund reconsider sitting on the weak chair. "Come, Majesty. I wish to show you something," as he said this, he was slowly assembling scattered pieces to make…something. Edmund was suddenly intrigued. He hopped onto the chair, watching the Centaur carefully as he deliberately fixed two hollow metal rings onto a pipe, and then as Edmund blinked, there was a wooden stand with two small hooks on top; the whole thing was braced by a thick plank on the table.

Master Perostorm then steadily put a tube of sort onto the stand, the metallic, curved hooks that held the tube were pushed down under its weight. Edmund almost jumped off his seat. The lenses. The metallic tube, the hooks. A telescope! Edmund was looking straight through it now. Or he wasn't much sure. He saw only a white, fiery ball, its blazes and sizzles. Then he blinked and Master Perostorm had covered the other side of the scope with his hand. He stomped on the ground once and then adjusted the tube, turning it until it faced the left sky. "This, King Edmund," he said, gently shoving his head forwards until he could see through the lens again, "is Rivellious."

Edmund nodded, seeing another blazing ball of fire. It was blue, however. Intensely bright and flaming. Edmund blinked, trying to focus his vision. The blue flames sizzled up and Edmund noticed their white ends. It reminded him of something, but he couldn't care at the moment. He was fascinated; enchanted. Viewing a star so closely.

"Have you heard of Rivellious before, King Edmund?"

"No," Edmund replied, holding the telescope steady as he continued to peer through it. Such a glorious sight.

But the tube was rudely snatched away from him, and he glowered as Perostorm shifted it again, turning it a little to its right. Only by half an inch. "Look again."

Edmund did. "Sophorus!" he exclaimed, exhilarated to see his friend so closely. For Sophorus was his friend, Edmund had named him when Sophorus was born, mere days after the victory at Beruna. Sophorus was brilliantly yellow, a black ring surrounded him, and to see his flames ignite and then die, Edmund beamed.

"Sire, allow me," Perostorm's voice broke him out of his trance, and Edmund pulled back, letting the Centaur pop out the thick lens from the other side of the scope and then fix another one into the cavity. "Look now."

Edmund did. And he smiled gleefully. It was Rivellious, the blue, graceful star slowly gliding through the sky towards Sophorus, the yellow-black King of the night! And within seconds, a bright light flashed through the scope, making Edmund startle back. He rubbed his eyes. He opened them, and for some seconds, all he saw was a dancing black dot. But slowly, his sight cleared and he peered through the scope again. He was astonished. A blue star with hints of black, surrounded by a white band, now shone brightly. Edmund blinked. Had they—

"They mated," Perostorm told him. "That star is their son, Sophellius."

Edmund giggled, never looking away from Sophellius, his new friend. He'd miss Sophorus. He looked at the Centaur. "What about Rivellious and Sophorus?"

"Pieces of them live in their son. But they've ascended up, to the high heavens. Did you know the blue star, King Edmund?"

"No. I've never seen her."

"Aroxotia birthed her two days ago."

"Two days?" Edmund said, "then how can she mate?"

"Stars don't die, King Edmund. By birthing her, Aroxotia brought her here from the heavens. She would be childless if Lady Alambil hadn't blessed her with a daughter," Perostorm said. "Rivellious is a small piece of Alambil. And now they will meet again in the high heavens."

"But only two days?" Edmund wondered. "Two days isn't nearly enough to live your life."

Master Perostorm laughed. "King Peter had warned me you'd ask many questions. Let's leave them unanswered for now, for I don't nearly have the time to discuss them with you. Tromofes and Clestor are closer."

And just then, the doors opened. "Lucy?" Edmund said, furrowing his brows at his sister.

"Now, now, out of my library, young King. It's the Queen's turn," Perostorm said, lifting him up from the chair by his sleeve. "This," the Centaur told the ten-year-old King as he smiled at his sister, brushing past her, "was your very first Astronomy lesson."

Edmund's brows knitted together and he frowned. He stepped out of the door, ready to shut it, but Lucy suddenly twisted to face him. "And you're supposed to meet with Talus for your lesson!"

Edmund scowled, ready to leave. "And tomorrow, Achemus for your history lesson!" Edmund was already walking to the stairs. "Demiera for your anatomy lesson! And then Orieus! Ask Tirius to help you with your armour, Ed! Peter's taking help of his valet! There's no shame in asking for he…"

Lucy's voice finally faded as Edmund stumbled down the stairs. The third floor, the Eastern Wing, meaning titters and gossips, and tea-parties! That included those predatory women Susan deemed fit to invite from Anvard! Edmund wrinkled his nose and swiftly passed by the open doorway, hoping that his sister and her friends were too busy dipping their noses into tea to notice him. And just as he was heading for the Western Wing and then the flight of stairs that would lead him to the corridor of his room, Peter bumped into him. "Ow!" Edmund said, rubbing his forehead where his brother's had collided with him.

"Peter! You oaf!"

"Sorry," Peter said, chuckling. "Where are you going?"

"To my room. It's almost midnight. And I'm exhausted," Edmund said, giving a lopsided grin.

"What about your lesson with Talus?"

"Some other time," Edmund said, beginning to walk past his brother. But Peter grabbed his arm and hurled him back. Edmund's shoulder slumped and his arms fell limply to his sides. "Peter, I can't even walk properly! The training has worn me out!"

"You know," Peter said, slowly walking to the side of the door beyond which the ladies were giggling, "you could always join Susan's tea parties, O Silver King!"

"I'm ten!"

"They don't seem to care," Peter said, bringing up his fist, ready to knock on the open door.

"No, wait!" Edmund shrieked in panic. "I'll go. Only an hour?"

"Yes. Thanks, Edmund, you know how important it is for us," Peter said. "Off you go." Peter shoved his little brother down the corridor. Edmund sighed, and began trotting towards the stairs he'd just climbed down. He was about to climb back up when Peter's cry of, "Down!" stopped him.

He sighed again as he hurried down the straight flight of stairs. Aslan help him.

Please see my bio for more on Narnian Cosmology

So, this story will read differently than my other works. It focuses more on Worldbuilding and Narnian Astronomy, Healing, Medicines, Geography, Politics, and History. And this story is also to help me organise my thoughts, find a little more about my original characters, and history, and other information I've come up with. Anyway, tell if this was boring, or if it has managed to interest you and you're going to continue reading?

With love,
~Pacifia