The backdrop stories of my Narnia character, Luna, who is fairly unique, if I do say so myself. Oo; This particular short story was written on April 19th. It was very fun to write, too. The start of Peter and Luna's very buddy-buddy relationship.

Luna & her storyline © me. Don't use them without my permission.
Narnia © to CS Lewis.


Music and laughter floated and flitted around the Castle of Cair Paravel the day of the Pevensies' Coronation. The mood was light, and it seemed that no-one could even recall that the day before they had been at war to end an 100 year winter. It just seemed like life had always been as good as this.

After the defeat of Jadis and her army, the Pevensies returned to Aslan's camp to assist in packing up and attending to those wounded in the battle. They were quickly ushered away, however, to set off to their new home on the Cair to prepare for the upcoming events. Reluctantly, the four agreed, knowing they would have to get used to their new home before the many creatures arrived for the great coronation party.

Aslan, the great lion, sent his servant, Luna, along with the four royals to protect them. And so they set off, Peter atop his graceful white unicorn, while Edmund and Susan rode Phillip the stallion, and Luna and Lucy rode Taran the mare. On the several hour journey to the Cair, the Pevensies and their escort chatted merrily and got to know each other, knowing full well that they would be spending plenty of time together from that point on. They talked about all sorts of things, such as Narnia's history (for Luna knew much of it), and of England, and of the highlights from the Battle of Beruna. By time they reached their destination, they felt as if they had been friends for life.

The rest of the afternoon was spent getting fitted for outfits for the coronation, and touring the grounds and castle. By the time the sun set, the Pevensies felt overwhelmed by their newfound riches. They eagerly found their soft, fluffy beds and fell asleep, wishing to be well-rested for the festivities in the morning.

All were woken by the youngest, Lucy, bouncing on the beds and screaming in delight about how the castle was already being decorated with ribbons and banners. By time she finally managed to drag her brothers out of bed (Susan got up when requested the first time), Luna was up too, having heard all the hullaballo coming out of the Pevensies' bedrooms. After they managed to somewhat calm Lucy down, several servants brought breakfast to them, and they dined on Peter's balcony, watching the creatures arriving and filing into the courtyard below.

After breakfast, the Pevensies were dressed in their brand new coronation outfits, and the girls had their hair done while the boys simply ran combs through their own. Each of them already felt like royalty in their amazing outfits made of velvet and silk. The moment they were ready, they met in Peter's sitting room again, just the four of them, to discuss what they were getting into, and any regrets they might have had. They talked about their mother, their father, their home. What would become of them? But smart and wise Susan soon remembered something that made them all feel a little better. When Lucy had gone to Narnia the first time, she was gone for hours, and yet it was only really a minute their time. Perhaps this would be the same! They could stay until their reign was over, and then return to their own world, with only hours lost. They didn't realize that one day they wouldn't even remember this…

As they were leaning back and relaxing now, happy with the decision they had made, the Great Lion appeared on the balcony, and they knew it was time for their coronation to begin.

And the coronation went on flawless. All four of the Pevensies were on cloud nine as they were crowned, and all their new friends looked on, feeling very proud and excited that finally the right rulers were sitting on the throne. Now it was time to celebrate.

The music started, and everyone began to chatter and laugh, and this is where you came into this story.

Luna watched with a smile as Peter twirled Lucy around on the dance floor. The siblings - now her Kings and Queens - were so …enchanting. Lucy was so sweet and innocent, kind to all who approached her. No one would be afraid to approach her with their problems. Edmund was brave and just - as his crowned titled stated. He now knew the different between right and wrong, and would be good at choosing solutions, while the smart Susan would come up with these said solutions. And Peter, the brave and the strong, would be able to rule over all, and would bring Narnia into a peaceful era.

She had faith in each of them, and she knew they would be the best rulers Narnia had ever - or would ever - see.

The current song ended, and Peter bowed to Lucy and watched as she ran over to drag Edmund into another dance before he looked up and caught the fae's eye. With one of his dashing smiles, he walked over to her and offered a hand. "What do you say, Luna? One dance?" His blue eyes twinkled, and Luna couldn't help but say yes.

As she took his hand, she said, "I have to warn you…I doubt I'm much of a dancer."

He laughed, leading her out to the floor. "Don't worry. I'm not much of one either. Everything I've done today, I've learned today." Shaking his head with a smile, he glanced over towards Lucy, who was trying to dance with Edmund. "Lucy's a good teacher…but I don't think she'll ever be able to teach Ed."

Luna looked over at the two younger Pevensies, then laughed. "I'm sure she'll do her best."

Peter nodded his agreement, then looked back at his dance partner, a silly boyish smirk now gracing his features. "You know, I've never seen you in a dress before."

And it was true, he hadn't. Lucy and Susan had, when they first met at the Witch's castle. But when she met Edmund and Peter, she was wearing armor, and ever since she had been wearing tunics and pants (for she had discovered they were rather comfortable, and easier to move in) and now she didn't really like wearing dresses at all, even though that used to be all she ever wore. However, she didn't mind it that afternoon, since it was such a special occasion. And besides, the dress given to her by the castle servants was just too beautiful to refuse.

The outer part of the dress was red satin, reaching to a bit above her knees, before it met her underskirt, which was tan and beige, with intricate designs running along the bottom hem. The dress's neck had a lovely cut, sort of like an upside triangle, and the sleeves were puffed out, tied off with beige bangles. Her silvery-white hair was pulled back in a high ponytail, tied back in a red ribbon of the same fabric as her dress. A gold choker necklace adorned her neck to complete the outfit. Of course, she was barefoot under the dress. There was no way you'd find her in a pair of heels. Ever.

The pretty fae made a face at him. "You've only known me three days." she retorted teasingly. It didn't seem like it, of course. It seemed like she had known the Pevensies forever.

"Only three days?" Apparently, Peter felt the same way. He shook his head. "Seems like we grew up together, you know? Like we met in toddlers school or something." He shrugged, then returned to the original subject. "Anyway, the dress. It…looks really good on you. You should wear dresses more often."

Luna felt her cheeks turn pink and warm, and she ducked her head, shaking it. "Oh, no. I used to wear dresses all the time. But now that I've started to wear tunics and pants, I think I like them much better!" She looked up at him and winked. "After all, isn't that how you feel about them?"

The young King laughed, nodding. "I guess you're right. I prefer pants myself."

After a few minutes of silence between them, Peter said, "Well look at you. You've been dancing this whole time, and you haven't tripped once!"

Luna smiled at him. "Don't jinx me."

The song ended, but they didn't notice. They just continued right into the next one, chattering away about little things like the best way to hold a sword, the hardest part to pierce on a piece of armor, and other things of the like. They would have gone on like this all afternoon, but just as they started in on the best way to take down a giant, the Great Lion approached them, and they immediately went silent, pausing and looking at him.

Aslan looked to Peter, then said, "Excuse me your highness, but I must steal away your dancing partner for a few moments."

The High King smiled, then looked over at Luna, bowing politely and kissing her hand, as Mr. Beaver and Mr. Tumnus had instructed him to do after dancing with a lady. "It was a pleasure talking, and dancing with you, Lady Luna."

She smiled. "And the same to you, your highness."

Peter watched silently as Aslan lead the fae off, then turned his attention to Susan and his siblings, who had approached him from behind. Susan was wearing a knowing smirk, eyebrow raised, while Edmund was just shaking his head. Naïve little Lucy just watched them all curiously. Blinking at them (the older two in particular), Peter asked, "What…?"

Susan smiled. "What was all that about?" she asked, gesturing in the direction Luna and Aslan had walked off in.

"Aslan wanted to talk to Luna…."

"That's not what I meant." intervened Susan. "And you know it, Peter Pevensie."

"She means, you were dancing with Luna for nearly half an hour." clarified Edmund.

The High King stared at his younger brother in surprise. "Half an hour!" he managed to choke out. It hadn't seemed that long at all! Time had flown by while they had been lost in their conversations… "I…wasn't aware!"

"Apparently." agreed Susan, that smirk still gracing her features.

Peter studied her for a moment, then blinked. "Su…you don't think…"

The Queen held up her hands in innocence. "I didn't say anything, Peter. I'm just calling it as I saw it…as I'm sure, everyone else who noticed is."

"We…we have a lot in common…we were talking…and enjoying ourselves…like friends do. I don't think that automatically means…" started Peter.

"I'm aware of that." said Susan. "Here, look, we'll forget we even mentioned it." she said, turning to look at Edmund and Lucy, only to find that Lucy was not there. She did spot her, however, talking to the faun, Tumnus, on the balcony. She smiled, watching them, then turned back to Peter, patting him on the shoulder before heading off to find someone to take the next dance with - which would not be hard at all.

Edmund looked at Peter, then shook his head and wandered off as well - muttering things about girls and their magical powers to make even the strongest man googly-eyed. Peter rolled his eyes at his brother, then turned around when he felt a hand light on his arm.

It was Luna. He blinked as the fae gestured for him to follow her, and he allowed her to lead him to one of the grand windows facing the beach. She didn't have to point out what he knew she wanted him to look at. It was Aslan, walking down the beach alone.

"…He's leaving us." Peter said, slightly shocked, and mostly disappointed.

Luna smiled, watching Aslan as she patted Peter's arm, which was now crossed over his chest. "He has other countries to watch over, you know. And besides, he can't stay here too long…" She glanced up at Peter. "After all…he's not a tame lion."

The High King looked down at her, and for the briefest of moments, blue eyes met teal and Peter was at peace. And when he turned back to the window…Aslan was gone.

"What did you talk about?" he asked quietly.

The fae shrugged. "He told me to stay here at the Cair, and to watch over the four of you. Which I intend to do. He also told me to tell you not to worry…you will be a fine King." She studied the boy carefully. "And I believe that with all my heart." she added.

Peter offered her a smile of thanks, then glanced out the window again. "What else did he say?"

Luna smiled. "That's all that you need to know right now, my King. When it is time, other information will be given to you. But I shan't offer you information you cannot use in the minute."

This seemed to make sense to Peter, even though he wished he knew all that the great lion had said. He supposed some of it was between Luna and Aslan, and simply wasn't his business. He decided to drop it then and there. If there was something important he needed to know, he trusted that Luna would tell him so.

Watching him silently, Luna nodded, thinking over what Aslan had said. Yes…Peter would be the best King that Narnia had ever seen, she was quite sure of that. With a small smile, she turned away to leave the King in peace, yet she was stopped by his hand on her shoulder. She turned her head to look at him, blinking.

He offered her a charming smile. "One more dance?"