Fifteen years in Narnia and her head was adorned with a laurel crown.
The laurel has always been a symbol of the winner, a symbol of the king.
She wasn't none of that, although she was called "Queen Lucy."
Our little brave and fragile Lucy - that's how the others saw her. They didn't see all the dark secrets, the violence that hid with a cute face.
Until the end of her life, laurel was a symbol of her suffering.
I recommend reading the Chronicles of Narnia, especially because of the later chapter.
Some situations from the original books are changed for the purposes of the story.
The story is not written for a change in financial gain. The intellectual property of the characters and places belongs to the author C. S. Lewis.
She looked around in confusion and didn't understand where she was for a moment.
"Lucy," Edmund's low voice said. They were sitting in an old abandoned room on the ground. And again they were children.
No, please, no, she cried in her mind. Edmund gave her a pity look. Only he knew what had happened there.
I left them there! she shouted inside of her mind, outwardly speechless.
She left there all her darkness, her joy, all that crap.
She became too mature a woman in too childish a body.