If there was one thing the Just King knew, it certainly was how dedicated he would always be to the grand Narnia. Lucy had gone back to her room at daybreak, to get ready for the daily 'complaints' in the Throne Room. Edmund was determined to do the same- that is until he got slightly distracted. With many papers sitting on a desk, awaiting to be answered, signed, or looked over, how could one not be distracted? They were mostly matters that the Western Wood was dealing with at the moment. From Calormene folks crossing the border and using their wood- which Edmund was sure he'd hear about in the Throne Room- to approvals for the birds to own their personal tree if they wished. He busied himself with this until he noticed the sun reach over the treetops, therefore it was almost time to head to the Throne Room.
After righting himself,-yet still somehow managing a slightly messier look- King Edmund made his way down the corridor and a couple staircases, one of the men of his guard- a great bear by the name Ora- following behind. He made it just in time, walking into the large room as Beasts of all kinds began pooling in. The Just King turned to face Peter, The Magnificent, and making eye contact as a way of greeting each other in the new day. He sank into his throne while still sitting upright with much grace. Then he faced forwards, already seeing the looks of admiration from Narnia's great citizens. However, throughout the looks of patience and greeting, Edmund was rather shocked to find some not-so-joyful-to-see-him faces. Of course, not everyone was expected to love the kings and queens, but Edmund had not yet met someone with such an obvious scowl on their faces towards him.
Looking to his siblings, it appeared they hadn't noticed, so the king figured it would be best to only ignore the looks. He doesn't need to be put off by mere scowls, now does he? Once order seemed to be put into place inside the great room, a rather old and fragile looking owl spoke up. "Good morrow, your Majesties," the Four nodded or politely smiled in response, "it has come to my attention, my dear Queen Lucy, that there have been many unauthorized shipments being made at the docks. My perch and home is rather near the docks and the beautiful seas, and I couldn't help but notice a ship without a royal seal, or even a Narnian seal at that." He paused a moment to let his words be taken in. "It has just caused a bit of a stir with the Creatures around, my family included."
Lucy nodded in understanding, and then began to speak. "I see, good owl. Thank you for bringing it to my attention, I will be looking into this. It shall be solved straight away." He bowed to her, then the others, and stepped away.
The problems from then on actually seemed less problematic. For example, a rabbit and squirrel had a rather lengthy issue with each other and a matter of land in the Western Wood. Of course this was to be dealt with by Edmund, the greatest judge in all the lands, Narnia and on. Another instance in which a matter was brought to the Gentle Queen Susan- one raven believed items from her village shop were being stolen or hidden from her as a practical joke. And so on. These issues and more throughout the day were easy matters to be fixed, and Lucy was rather hoping the rest of the noon would hurry along so she could see to the mystery shipments and ship itself.
Although, that all changed with one simple action. One small action so ghastly and unexpected, that the Beasts would eventually submit to questioning, the Throne Room closed, and the guard on high alert.
The Just King looked down to find a rather painfully placed arrow in his side. Then it all went black.
Author's note: Hello there my dears, hope you don't hate me too much yet! There was much debate on whether to keep this chapter going, or to split up the prepared parts to be uploaded at certain times- suspense must be kept, you know? Xx
What do you think about the cover photo?? On my device, it's harder to see so I hope it's not the same for you. I spent quite a bit of time editing it, I truly hope it's good enough.
Please review, vote, and have a nice day. And no. I do not have the honor of owning ANYTHING about Narnia; the genius C.S. Lewis made Narnia, and all credit goes to him, the man who shaped my childhood.