Disclaimer- C.S. Lewis owns the land of Narnia and its respective characters.
Aslan's Country by CS June
During the Golden Age of Narnia a young woman is established as Queen of the Western Wild. When a pact is signed between her and the High King Peter of Narnia it appears that they have more in common than just royalty.
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Chapter Two – Invitation
She prodded around the room with the voices of her royal entourage badgering her with pressing matters of royal precedent, foreign affairs, and domestic affairs. The young queen raised her hand and silence swept the room.
"Please leave me for now."
"Yes, my queen." The consorts muttered softly before leaving the large hall.
Queen Emma was graced with chestnut hair and pale skin, which was now several shades darker do to the west's seemingly infinite rain of sun. Her languid gray eyes roamed the vacant room. 'This really needs to be better furnished.' She mused to the stone-laden walls. 'I suppose it is to be expected.' Her thoughts jumped around wildly before there was soft knock on the doors.
"Enter."
A small, plump man with wild eyes entered. "Your Highness, a message of dire importance awaits."
The queen raised a brow. "What is it dear Peuter?"
"There has been a request from Cair Paravel for Your Grace to attend their yearly festival."
"Is it diplomatic?"
"Nay, Your Highness. It is, and I quote, 'A simple request for her Majesty, Queen Emma of the Western Wilds, to attend a feast so that we Kings and Queens of Narnia may get to know our noble neighbor.' It is signed by the High King Peter of Narnia."
There was a few moments of sullen silence.
"Tell him, that I humbly accept his offer."
A smile lit his face. "I will your Highness."
"And Peuter," The queen stood from her chair. "Have a party ready to leave for Cair Paravel first thing in the morning."
"I will. Good rest, Your Highness." Peuter quickly bowed and left the room.
The sun was dying below the western plains as the queen fiddled absentmindedly with her necklace. 'Oh dear. This job only seems to get harder with time.' She began to undress into her night clothes and slipped into bed. The novice queen was quite unsure with herself; royalty was something you read about in books, it did not actually exist in her present-day world, well at least not such an absolute form of it.
As she drifted off to sleep, she thought of her home back in England - a whole different world away - of her little house in Northumberland, near the Scottish border. She thought about how she did not belong here, and how she was no queen back home, just a simple school girl who was known as Emma Mills. She remembered how she had stumbled upon Narnia in a most uncommon way.
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"Are you excited brother?" Edmund asked amongst the hustle and bustle of the Cair Paravel maids and cooks.
Peter was walking around with an air of calmness about him. "Quite."
"I do wonder what she will look like!" Lucy piped in, her long blond hair tied into a messy knot.
Peter smiled at her. "My dear Lucy, I think you should be worrying about how you look as of now. I hope you will take care to fix your hair before our guests arrive."
Lucy's face mimicked shock. "Why brother, you think I that careless?" Her eyes twinkled with delight.
Susan, who had been staring wishfully out the window, joined in on the conversation. "Of course he doesn't Lucy, but you had better hurry and prepare yourself. Going on that hunting party was truly a bad decision."
"Hmm! I, Queen Lucy, shall be ready well before our Queen Emma… and Prince Rabadash" She added as an after thought to the annoyance of Susan. "Arrive."
Suddenly a loud yell permeated throughout the castle.
"All hail the Queen Regent, Emma of the Western Wild!"
A slight grin spread on Susan's features. "Really, Lucy?"
Ah I really cannot believe that I received reviews on such a short chapter! Thank you very much. I hope you'll enjoy this one as well (I rushed to get it out.) I will be gone for the next week so be sure to check back after that! Thanks again to my reviewers, and to those who haven't, please review!
-CSJune