Story: Footprints in the Sand
Author: Evil Pink Squirrel of Doom
Disclaimer:
I own nothing, if I did just imagine the royalities.
Author's note:
This is a companion piece to 'What you Leave Behind', but can be read alone. This I've come to the conclusion is movie based, seeing as how Prince Caspian and so forth never occur. Thanks to all who reviewed last chapter, those really make me feel good.

Second Note: First I'd like to wish happy 80th birthday to her royal majesty Queen Elizabeth II of Great Britain. Second I'd like to shout...

GO RED WINGS, BRING THE CUP HOME!

I do this in tribute to both my native crown, and to my adopted cities hockey team in the playoffs. Game one is in OT right now, so sorry if grammer is really bad, I'm trying to watch the boys beat the Oilers (I hope).

I Swear I'm a Wife and Mummy...

A Valient Queen recalls losing Narnia, a couple years down the road...

I sit by my window and shiver, it's warms outside, warm for here, yet it's not like home.

I have no warm body, half covered in fur, to curl around in bed.

It's cold, and lonely, whatever am I to do.

I am now a child, a little girl, I am younger then my eldest child.

A child who lives far across England, and through a piece of furniture, in a world of magic and fantasy.

I wandered into a wardrobe, while playing hide and go seek.

I discovered a land in need, I brought my siblings to that land, and there we became it's saviors.

Our friends included talking Beavers, badgers, horses, foxes, fauns, centaurs, sayters, hinds, and griffons. Plus one not so tame lion.

I am a queen, I am a mother, I am a wife, is what I want to scream from the top of my home here in Londons suburbs.

I should not feel the things I feel, I do not act as a child often should.

I do not do the things that make parents worry, I can recall when my own would do such things, how my husband and I would fret.

How I miss my husbands fur covered legs in my bed, how I dream of making love in the deep of the night.

Our courtship began in secret, he was my oldest and dearest friend, he was not a man, but a faun.

No, not a baby deer, but half goat.

I dream of him each night, of our children, both of them with hooves running around the woods near the beavers dam.

I recall my brother finally catching us one late eve, on board our flagship the Splendor Hyaline, upon her was carved a swan, a graceful swan.

The emotions passing through his eyes as I let go a tirade in the middle of court the next day, declaring my love for him, Mr.Tumnus, a simple, woodland faun.

I miss my lover, I wish for my children, I lost one returning to this land.

I never thought for a moment going after that stag would cause me to lose everything my life was built for.

Tumnus was so excited two weeks ago when I returned from the healer, I asked him if he liked our children, he told me he loved them so, I asked him if he loved me, he kissed me, made love to me in our bed, then I informed him of the new life we had created, he had been so proud.

I told Susan last week, she informed me she thought she was also with child. Oreuis would've been so proud.

I miss my son Koen, the first of the great Narnian Prince, not the only one mind you, he was followed by Avidan, then Riordan and Gavyn.

My beautiful daughter, how graceful and pretty she was.

The blouses she used to wear, made just for her form, it was decided early on that it was unbecoming for a princess of Narnia to wear armor, or nothing while in court.

How I miss my husband's small horns, and his floppy ears.

How I miss sitting with him and having tea, and sardines, always we had sardines.

I wish he was here, I wish my children where here.

I wish I was sitting in the new orchard, watching the children play around the trees.

How I miss the songs of the mer-people, lullying me to sleep.

I feel so cold without my husband, I miss his warm form.

I miss the way we used to dance at the balls, the way he used to hold me close as we walked through the great wood.

I recall the fear at finding his home a wreak, after he had been taken by the secret police.

I recall the horror I felt at seeing him in a form of pain, made of stone, in a castle of ice.

The pure joy I felt when Aslan freed him from the stone prison.

I can recall the first times our lips met, after my coming out ball, he had stuttered uncontrollably.

He had told me we couldn't, how improper it was, he told me he was to old, I told him Oreuis was his age, he told me our different species, I told him Susan had married a creature who had four legs not two like him.

He told me it was unknown if we could have children, I told him I didn't care, that Aslan would allow it, if he wished.

I told him I didn't care about any of it, I told him I loved him. He told me he loved me also, we entered my chambers, we almost ended up in bed that very night, but he told me we'd wait at least a few weeks to make sure it was what I wanted.

I knew it was, he's the only male I've ever wanted.

Now my dreams are filled of not so childhood like thoughts, of making love, of writhing under a strong body, of using his scarf to drag him into our bed, before throwing it aside.

My dreams are of running my hands over rough fur legs, as Tumnus moved over my body, making love to me.

My dreams are of grasping at small horns, while the head moved across my chest, kissing, and nipping.

My dreams are of moaning my lovers name.

My dreams are filled of holding my children, of laughing as they played, of entering state dinners on my lovers arm, the children being bustled off by Mrs. Beaver to bed.

My dreams are of my lover playing his flute, to soothe the children to rest, of playing his flute when he was going to turn me over to the queen of ice, of dancing to that same flute around the fire, with nymphs, satyrs, dryads, and fauns.

I was called the valiant, spirited, courageous.

I was once called her majesty, the royal queen, her royal highness, lady of Cair Paravel, chosen by the great lion.

I rode upon beautiful horses, over lands of pure beauty.

I was given a cordial that could save you if you are a moment from death, I rescued many with it after the battle with the white witch, including King Edmund, the just, my own brother.

I know he misses his wife, his children, the smell of the sea wind, standing beside his young son, while they sailed with the navy, or playing with the girls. Who would ever of thought King Edmund the just would enjoy playing tea party with his little girls, and some other unfortunite members of our kingdom.

I know Peter wishes he could see the birth of his second child, and give away his lovely daughter, the Princess Cleopatra, to what he feels is a worthy suitor, although I believe in his eyes none are worthy of his fine daughters hand.

Susan wishes she could watch her strong sons, playing in the pasture, while laying on the bright green grass, her head pillowed on their fathers mighty back, during a spring afternoon, while she read over reports, and he, his, battle plans, and other paperwork.

I myself wish I could sit with my husband in our study, the children safe and soundly asleep in their rooms, I wish we could have tea and sardines while cuddled up on the couch before a roaring fire, talking of baby names, and how to announce it to the country.

I would ask for a ball, or a state dinner to present the news to my brother the high king, Tumnus would sigh and ask if he could simple allow it to accidentally pass through his lips to Mr. and Mrs. Beaver, then he'd try to change the subject to next years vacation, suggesting we go back to the Lone Islands, or perhaps the Seven Isles.

Of course I would allow this change of subject, he would give me my state dinner, if I asked him the way he liked best. Or if I stroked his ears, and fur he would give me my ball. I know my siblings will call for one anyway when they find out.

I would allow him to let it slip to Mrs.Beaver, then let the kingdom gossip for a few days before Peter would ask me in court.

My brother would know Mrs.Beaver was right, but would ask just for the sake of what was proper.

My husband and I would discuss our vaction, then I would ask him to tell me stories of his people, he would laugh and begin, he then may even carry me to bed, he would wrap me in his arms and we would sleep.

And I would be home.

I am a queen, I am a mother, I am a wife, is what I want to scream from the top of my home here in Londons suburbs, but instead I wisper it into the pillow I hold tightly to my odd feeling flat chest. I had to get used to that, not wearing corsets, and having shorter legs. My mother was in a tizy when I got my period, and acted like it was nothing new. I recall her being angry at Susan, as if it was her fault. But it was mine, I went into the wardrobe, I convinced my siblings to follow.

"I am the Valient Queen Lucy, I am a Lady of Cair Paravel, I am the wife of Lord Tumnus, the woodland faun, I am the mother of Prince Koen, I am the mother of Princess Gwyneth, I am the mother of an unknown heir, I helped to defeat the White Witch, Jadis, I am a citizen of Narnia, not of the British Crown." I scream in my mind, it's just a wisper in my room, withen my four walls.

I can hear Susan, she is crying again. She's weeping her son's names, pleading for Oreuis, begging Aslan to send us back to where we once ruled.

I cry, for all of us once more, for my lost unborn child, for it's brother, a prince, and sister, a princess.

I cry for my lover, a humble woodland faun, who just happend to pass by a lampost at the same time as a daughter of eve, so long ago.

I cry for a Narian General, a set of twin centaur princes,
and the Gentle queen.

I cry for a princess who's name here is nothing more then a city, for two princess, a prince, and a Just King.

I will cry for a the Princess consort, for the Princess of the high crown,
for a child who will never know it's father, was it a boy or a girl?
And for a Magnificent High King.

I cry for what was, and for what will once again never be.

I cry while begging Aslan to allow us our families once again.

Just once more, Aslan, please.

Please, let me find that lampost again, someplace other then my dreams.

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