Chapter Two
"I still don't know why we have to marry so soon." Susan was saying to Mrs. Beaver. They were in Queen Susan's bed chambers, fitting her for her wedding dress. "I mean, Peter and I are only seventeen."
"The only reason you are getting married this soon, is because Aslan needs you to conceive a child, and he would like for it to be born into wedlock." Mrs. Beaver explained. "Now, hold still." Mrs. Beaver pulled the strings on Susan's bodice. Susan gasped.
"What is it dear?" Mrs. Beaver asked sweetly.
"Is it not bad enough that I have to marry young, but now I'm not supposed to breathe?" Susan asked.
"It's the way the dress is made. You will only be wearing it for the ceremony and the reception. You'll be able to tear it off on your honeymoon."
"Oh."
Outside, walking along the beach, Peter was talking to Mr. Beaver and Mr. Tumnus. "I mean, yeah, I love her and I was going to ask her to marry me, but when we were old enough."
"I think that all that you've been through, even though you are young, mentally, and emotionally, you are beyond your years." Mr. Tumnus said.
"You are ready for this, and you'll be fine." Mr. Beaver agreed.
"I have one question. When we got back to our world, are we still going to be married?" Peter asked.
"Well, you'll have your wedding bands, and you'll have your marriage certificate, so, yes, it will be legal."
"Okay, that's what I wanted to know."
Mr. Tumnus looked up into the sky. "It's soon time for the wedding. We best be getting ready." He said, leading Peter away.
About an hour and a half later, Peter was standing at the altar with Mr. Tumnus and Mr. Beaver. Peter looked around. Nearly all of the citizens of Narnia were here, waiting to see the union of High King Peter and High Queen Susan.
Trumpets started, and Peter looked at the entrance way. Mrs. Beaver started out first, carrying lovely purple flowers. She was followed by King Edmund and Queen Lucy. Finally, everyone turned to see the lovely bride.
When he saw her, Peter's jaw dropped. Susan was wearing a long flowing, white dress. She had a tiara in her hair and diamonds were sown into the veil. She had on glass slippers and diamond earrings. Her hair was up in a bun, and she had live butterflies flying around her head.
When she finally got to the altar, she took Peter's hand, smiled at him and they made their way to the wedding pavilion.
When they got there, the high priest took their entwined hands and held them. "Dearly and beloved, we are gathered here today to unite High King Peter Pevensie and High Queen Susan Pevensie in holy matrimony. Do you, Peter take Susan, to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, to love and cherish, for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health, till death do you part?"
Peter gazed into Susan's lovely blue eyes. "I do."
"And do you, Susan take Peter, to be your lawfully wedded husband to have and to hold, to love and cherish, for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health, till death do you part?"
"I do."
"If there is anyone here today that thinks these two should not be wed, speak now or forever hold your peace."
Peter and Susan gazed into the audience. No one moved or made a sound.
"Then, by the powers invested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride."
Peter lifted the veil from Susan's face, pulled her close, and kissed her passionately.
After that, things went easy. During the reception, they opened everyone's gifts, danced, a lot, and ate at the banquet.
During dessert, Mr. Tumnus tapped his glass. "I like to make a toast. I look at King Peter and Queen Susan and I see love that will last forever. May your marriage be a blessed one. And since you're probably in a hurry to get to your honeymoon, I think I speak for everyone when I tell you to get your wife and get out of here." Everyone laughed.
Peter kissed Susan one more time, picked her up in his arms, and headed to his bedchamber.
