Disclaimer: I have and never will own The Chronicles of Narnia. Just a lot of merchandise.

Warning: Original Character is the main character.

I sat in front of my desk, with notes, requests of permission, future plans, and account books strewn before me. Most of them had to do with the average, everyday work of administering my jurisdiction, which lay in the heart of Narnia. (Susan's lay to the south, Edmund's to the west, Lucy's to the east, and Joseph's to the north, while Peter oversaw it all, being the High King. We would take what was necessary to him. But that's neither here nor there.) But among those papers were the added work to prepare for the upcoming Spring Festival, which was to commemorate Aslan's sacrifice at the Stone Table. It was my favorite festival, because sometimes He would come. And all this work was only making me long for it to come more quickly. And currently, I was in the middle of signing off on my latest project, when I heard a knock on my door of my study for the fifth time that hour.

I sighed with frustration. Could anyone read? You'd think with all the efforts my siblings and I have put into the education of our Narnian subjects, that any passerby would see the clearly marked sign on my door that said, "DO NOT DISTURB," in large letters. My eye was beginning to twitch which wasn't a good sign. I hadn't been sleeping much recently due to my worries and from my brain constantly thinking about what I should do next. I only wanted to be left alone for two hours so I could get some work done, allowing my brain to honestly shut up!

"Please come back later," I called out to the unknown knocker, as politely as I could. "I am very busy." As I heard footsteps lead away from my door, I dropped my head on my desk with a large sigh, still being careful not to smudge the ink I had just written. There was so much to do, but I needed to be honest with myself. Most of this was to distract myself from the real problem causing my lack of sleep and worries.

"Are you too busy for Me?" said a Voice, breaking the silence of my study.

I froze. It took my hazy mind a split second to catch up with my heart who knew exactly Who had spoken. My head shot up, just narrowly missing His chin, to see Jesus leaning over me, smiling slightly at the fact He was almost knocked in the face by my enthusiasm.

"No!" I blurted and sputtered, turning red, realizing I had almost head-butted Him.

He chuckled. "Nothing happened, Emily. It's Me." I looked to the side, my red turning a bright pink. It was Him. He wouldn't get knocked over unless He let me. I gave a slight smile. I was being silly.

My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a chair being dragged to be placed next to mine, and Jesus took His seat. He had turned it backwards, so He sat in like one would on a horse, and His arms now rested on the back of the chair.

"Now tell Me," He said, gently. "What's got you so tied up here?"

I slouched in my chair, my mind conjuring an image of my older sister, Susan, frowning at my very un-queen-like posture. But this was Jesus, and I didn't care. "It's the planning for the Spring Festival. Susan has been hounding me to get my side of the work done, which is additional to the work I normally do. And I haven't been sleeping, because my silly brain won't shut up about it when I am trying to sleep!" My hands shook as I spoke to emphasize my frustration.

Jesus reached out and took my hand in His large scarred one. My heart skipped a beat, as I looked at Him, a gentle smile lighting His features. "You're Queen Emily the Diligent. Of course, you'll get it all done." He inclined His head. "Why then would I have given you the name Emily?"

I giggled. "It makes my title a bit redundant though."

He gave a slight indignant smirk. "That's because you sometimes need twice the reminder." But, I heard His chuckle lying underneath, and He gave my captured hand a slight squeeze. (He was right, as always. The current situation was a perfect example.)

His face then lost the humor, with a tilt of His head and raise of eyebrows. "But that isn't everything that is bothering you." (Again, He was right. Of course He would know. It was the underlying main reason for my worries and lack of sleep.)

I sighed, my free hand coming to pinch the bridge of my nose. I took my hand from His and stood up, beginning to pace the room. "I have a problem." My hands began wringing as I spoke. "Lord Flavian of Terebinthia is sure to be at the Festival, and he has proven to have a particular interest in me. He is a kind man to be sure, but I have no romantic interest in the slightest." My hands were now flying around as my voice began to get louder. "I've talked to Peter about my situation, but he says he cannot say anything in my favor due to political litigations. 'An outright refusal would not work well in Narnia's favor at this time,' he told me." Jesus chuckled at my impression of my oldest brother. "So, I have to wait and pretend to be friendly, despite my irritation. Which means during the festival, I will have to accept him as my escort. And, it also means a long day and night of conversing with a person who might take my friendliness for affection!"

I was panting now from spurting out the verbal assault. Jesus was gazing at me, completely silent. His gaze made me turn away from Him. He already knew what I was thinking, but it still felt worse when He could see it on my face. I knew He was silently asking me to finish what I felt I could not ask.

Still turned away, I continued more softly, "My favorite festival is going to be ruined. It's Your festival, and I'm going to have to sit and pretend to be waited on by someone, when I'd rather join in with the dancing and festivities. I know it's selfish, but I," I paused, biting my lip and my hands coming together to fight each other, and whispered, "I wish You would come. I know You don't always do, but if You did this time, then I'd have an excuse to be away from Lord Flavian. I hate this part of being Queen. It feels like lying."

Two hands, His hands, suddenly covered mine. "I made you Queen. I have given you everything to fulfill your duties. Trust Me, and everything will be all right." He lifted my hands to His lips, placing a kiss on each bend of knuckles. Keeping them there, He finished, "I am always with you."

And with that, He vanished from my sight.

I pulled my hands to my chest, as a tear fell from my eye. He was always with me, and He had already given me everything to do what was required of me. I just needed to believe it. With an exhale of air, I turned to my desk, determined to finish what I had started. I would face Lord Flavian when it came to it.

oOo

The night of the Spring Festival, I found myself at the side entrance of the Great Hall, where a curtain separated me from the rest of the world. My lady-in-waiting, Medli, a Dryad, helped smooth out the last of the wrinkles in my dress before I would be announced by Tumnus. My siblings had already arrived, and I would probably receive a scolding from Susan, while Ed and Joe would laugh. I didn't care. I had enjoyed every moment that prolonged me having to deal with Lord Flavian. I had managed to avoid his attempts to ask me to have him as an escort thus far, but now that it came down to the event, I would have to say yes. My brothers wouldn't even be able to save me, except for maybe one dance each. But, that wasn't saying much in the grand scheme of things.

"All ready, Your Highness," Medli said cheerfully, as she stepped back to take one final look. I was very impressed at her work. My green dress she had chosen for the occasion had an illusion neckline and a drop-waist to spill into the many folds of a large ball gown. My bell sleeves were unattached to the dress, held up at the biceps by golden bracelets. My hair was curled and pinned into a intriciate mess of curls, with a strand of hair curled to perfection to hang in front of each of my ears.

"Thank you, Medli. You've done wonderful," I said, gratefully. "You go enjoy the festival now."

She dipped a small curtsy. "Thank you, milady. You enjoy yourself as well." And with that, she slipped down the hall to enter by the way for guests.

Tumnus dipped his head in through the curtain from the Great Hall, and seeing me standing there, smiled. "Are you ready, Your Majesty?"

"Yes, Tumnus." He nodded, disappearing behind the curtain.

My thoughts were so loud as I stepped through the curtain as Tumnus announced my arrival into the Great Hall. It was showtime, as they said back in America. I was Queen; I would be a Queen.

My head was high as I entered the Great Hall, scanning the faces who all had turned to me. Most smiled at my entrance, while others looked on in awe. I kept a smile on my face, though I really wanted to blush and hide. You'd think by now I'd be used to the attention; I didn't think I would ever get used to it.

I almost made eye contact with Lord Flavian, as I had scanned the Great Hall. His red hair made him stand out like a beacon. Guests were still entering and being announced as they entered, so I wasn't as late as I had thought. Lord Flavian was trying to make his way across the sea of guests to me, but my wonderful, younger sister, Lucy stole me first.

"Emily!" Lucy exclaimed, her eyes bright with excitement. (It was her favorite festival too.) "They have your favorite cake out! You need to get some before Joe and Ed eat all of it!" She grabbed my hand and began dragging me to the dessert table.

After the initial shock of her breaking my stoic thoughts, a smirk crept on my face, and I eagerly followed her. There was no way I was going to let my brothers steal my favorite chocolate chip cake! Fortunately, there was still half left, despite having two gluttonous brothers, and Lucy and I helped ourselves to a large piece for each of us. We giggled at each other and began to stuff our mouths.

"Excuse me, Your Majesties."

Lucy and I froze, our faces full of cake. It was Lord Flavian. Oh, how embarrassing this was! My eyes screamed at Lucy, "Help!" She only looked at me, with a quick shrug, completely lost; for to her credit, she was caught too.

Lord Flavian swallowed, realizing his error. "I'm sorry, I seem to have caught you at a bad time. The cake must be very good."

I wanted to scream, but I managed to swallow my bite and take on some sort of decorum. I felt as if all my effort to act like a stoic queen this night had been run over by a minotaur.

"Yes, it is, and it happens to be my favorite," I said, with all the haughtiness that I could. From the corner of my eye, I could see Lucy trying to hold in her laughter. She was failing. I wanted to slap her for getting me into this mess.

"I see," he said, smiling, and suddenly the cake didn't sit well with me. "I understand you only started eating it, but I would still like to ask you if I could escort you this evening."

I froze, though I hadn't been moving much already. Here it was. The dreaded question. I wanted Lucy to drag me away again, but that wasn't going to happen.

I opened my mouth to accept, but another Voice spoke first.

"I'm afraid Her Majesty will have to refuse, for she has already accepted My request to escort her."

My mouth clamped shut, and my eyes widened. My heart stopped. Standing next to me, dressed in the Narnian attire of a high ranking lord, as if He had always been there (which in a sense He had been), was Jesus.

Lucy's face of comedy now turned to confusion. Her eyes flitted over to me, and I knew she had no idea who this "stranger" was. My first feeling was of absolute terror; how I wanted the Earth to open and swallow me. But the second feeling, which was steadily overtaking the first, was that of my heart screaming for joy. He did come! I wouldn't have to spend the night in the company of Lord Flavian! Instead, I would spend it with my most favorite Person!

Lord Flavian had somehow managed to get past his previous shock of Jesus' interruption, gave a small snort and said primly, "I'm sorry; I don't believe we've been introduced. I'm Lord Flavian of Terebinthia, a friend of the Narnian House." He gave a curt nod.

Jesus smiled politely, and with a small inclination of His head said, "I am Prince Joshua of Farthestshore. I was announced only a few moments ago, for My arrival was delayed."

I bit the inside of my cheek, so I would not burst into laughter at His alias. It was so ridiculous; if they only knew!

Lord Flavian was taken back of course, for whom had ever heard of "Farthestshore"? Lucy, like the Queen she was, was able to compose her surprise first.

"I've never heard of Farthestshore, my lord."

"I doubt you've had, Queen Lucy. It does take its name from that fact that it is further than the isles in the Eastern Sea. Queen Emily and I met recently on the Lone Islands. She invited Me to your Spring Festival."

How was He doing this? He wasn't lying!

Lucy glanced at me, and I knew I'd be in for a quiz later. She knew something was fishy, for my face was struggling to not split at the seams due to my smile.

"Well, thank you, Prince Joshua, for escorting my royal sister. She seems to enjoy your company very well."

Jesus gave a slight bow, a larger smile growing on His face. He loved my younger sister, and she Him, she just didn't know it was Him. "You're welcome, My Lady. It is a pleasure."

Lucy tilted her head, peering at Him, with a curious and confused look, and began, "Do I-?" but she blinked and instead said, "Let me take that cake, Emily. You go have fun."

Free of cake and Lord Flavian, who was only now getting out of his stupor, Jesus whisked me away to the dance floor, where I was free to speak my mind.

"What are You doing?!" I loudly whispered.

Jesus only smiled, never missing a step. "You needed an escort, I gave you one."

"But it's YOU!" I protested fiercely, my mind still reeling with the implications. "You didn't have to do this. You could have just come like You always do, and no one would wonder who You are!"

Jesus pulled me closer, and I began to blush in embarrassment. This was Jesus, the King of All Creation, dancing with me; why couldn't I just shut up and enjoy it? Suddenly, He was very close, His face at my temple.

"Emily," He whispered in my ear. "If I came as I do in this world, I would be coming for everyone in this room. But today, I am here for you."

My eyes widened at His implication. My bottom lip began to quiver, and I bit it to try to stop my tears of joy and love. I wasn't succeeding. I wanted to sing, dance, cry, and laugh all at once. So I did what I could, for I was in public and needed to be a Queen, I changed the subject.

"So," I began, with a flip of my head, trying to hide the tears of joy. "Prince Joshua of Farthestshore?" I couldn't help the lit of my lips up into a smile.

"What? You don't like it?" He laughed. "In a sense, it is My Name."

I shook my head. "I know. It - it's still hilarious."

Jesus smirked. "Well, I couldn't have announced Myself as 'Yeshua', which is less obvious. Your cousins wouldn't know Me, but Joseph would see right through it." He glanced toward where my brother stood by one of the pillars of the Great Hall, watching us with a suspicious look. "I had to be a little more creative." He winked.

I giggled. "True. Joe would have seen through that right away." And the thought of my overprotective brother being suspicious of Jesus was just making my day.

"Now," Jesus said, with a tone to His Voice that made me take immediate attention, but His eyes twinkled, "are you ready to dance?" For we really had only been swaying back and forth.

I nodded. "Yes!" And He spun me into the night.

oOo

I now stood on the balcony outside the Great Hall that looked out to the Eastern Sea. The sun had set long ago, and the moon was high in the eastern sky. The Festival was winding down now. The dancing had been put to an end, and guests were now milling about with drinks or dessert. Some were sitting down and participating in chess or card games, or simply conversing.

I still could not believe the events that had transpired that night. I had been spared from spending the night with a man I could not refuse as much as I wished to. My most favorite, special Person had done the saving, like He always does, but this time it was simply for me. Only me.

I really shouldn't have been surprised by how He was able to make it seem as if He was always supposed to be there. It had made my night, and I still couldn't help but let a chuckle out. My siblings had all been stupefied. If they only knew. And they thought it was a shame that Aslan had not come.

Lucy had been the first to mention it. Jesus and I had taken a break from the dance floor, when Lucy, Edmund, and Joseph had joined us on the sidelines. Peter had taken a dryad for a dance, and Susan was currently milling about, still greeting every guest.

"I wish Aslan could have come this year," Lucy sighed. "We never know when he's coming."

"As long as you are prepared, it does not matter. He'll come next year," Jesus said with a smile and a wink.

She had given Him that same confused look like earlier, as if she was trying really hard to remember something. But she suddenly smiled and said with a laugh, "I'll hold you to that, Prince Joshua!"

I giggled to myself. But then a thought soured my humor, my face turning into a frown.

"What is wrong?"

I turned to see Jesus standing in the balcony doorway.

"The night is almost over," I said with a sigh, resting my hands on the stone railing. "Then You'll be gone again." I heard Him step closer, so He was standing behind me. "I always seem to be here whenever You are about to leave. Just like that first time." I became lost in memory of when, after my siblings' and my coronation, I had gazed over the balcony and had raced after Him to try and stop Him from leaving.

As if I could ever do that.

Suddenly, I felt Him brush a stray hair around my ear, and I turned to look up at Jesus, His palm now resting against my cheek.

"I'm always with you," He said softly with a gentle smile, bringing His forehead to touch mine.

Tears began to peak in my eyes. "I know. And I am always thinking about You."

"I know."

Our voices were whispers. Only for the other to hear. I never wanted to leave Him. All the feelings that had been building up inside of me throughout the evening were on the edge of bursting. The same feeling that I had felt during our dance in the Great Hall was flowing forth once more. Unconsciously, my hand had come to cover His over my cheek and was clutching it desperately.

Never would I ever feel so complete without Him. No one else would ever fill this part of me. Not as His eyes gazed into mine, and I saw a glimpse of eternity. Eyes that had seen the beginning of the world and knew its end. He, who had set rules of the universe, had chosen me, had given His life for me. It was absurd.

But how could I laugh, cry, dance, sing, and stand in silence all at once? How would this feeling be expressed? So I did the only thing I knew I could. It was something that I had whispered in the silence, only to the wind, knowing it was still heard, but face-to-face was always different.

I whispered three words.

"I love You."

The words didn't do justice for my feelings. They never would. Not for the One who had given up everything for me. My eyes shut tight; afraid of something I didn't even know.

"Emily." Jesus' Voice flowed as if on the wind, and my heart skipped a beat. But then it stopped beating altogether.

His lips touched mine, and He kissed me.

I was His. Always and forever.

Yes, this is my relationship with the Lord. I am, we are the Bride of Christ. You are welcome to talk to me about it. :) Or, you could go to my very old story The Name, and read the very last chapter. That about sums everything up.

And, I know… I wrote a character based on myself… I did the taboo... But welcome to my brain! I know others have done this, but most of the time they're AWFUL! Ugh! Mary-Sue's ALL OF THEM! I hope mine isn't… (BTW if you're confused by how the Pevensies are called Emily's cousins and siblings that would be accurate. My characters Joe and Emily are the Pevensies's cousins, but their parents passed away and have been adopted.)

So why did I do it when I hate when others do? Well...

I actually have a story in my head that makes everything work out to this point I wrote for this story, but I haven't got enough to make it a legit story. I'm THAT obsessed with the world of Narnia. I don't want to copy everything Lewis did; I want to make it my own, and I don't think that will ever happen. So you got the part that is more original and what I believe is fanfiction worthy.

Easter Eggs:

Yes, you Legend of Zelda fans out there, I totally used Medli from Wind Waker. I'm hooked on LoZ. I've been a fan of LoZ since I first heard of it back when I would watch my cousin play Ocarina, but then Breathe of the Wild came out and simply solidified my love of all things LoZ, and I'm now an obsessed fangirl. Zelink forever!

Farthestshore. If you love Narnia as much as me, you need to check out this book series: The Tales of Goldstone Woods by Anne Elizabeth Stengl. I won't tell you what Farthestshore is. That would be spoilers!