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Author's Note: I finished my last school exam today and am now officially unemployed! To celebrate, have another chapter! Enjoy!

Chapter 3

My father was an important water nymph, because he lived so close to Cair Paravel, and the river and river's mouth and the ocean, it was his duty to keep the area's water and water's inhabitants peaceful and happy. The mermaids especially relied on him, because it was to him that they gave any concerns about the ocean and fish, sea animals and any other general comments. He would then pass on the comments to their majesties. Other water nymphs who had issues also often went to him with their problems so that he could talk to the kings and queens about them.

The next week was the children's coronation and my father was invited to attend the ceremony and celebrations. My mother was going as well and my father decided to take the eldest of his unmarried daughters. That was Liliana. She and my mother made beautiful dresses that were radiant colours. Liliana's dress was silver and it shimmered as she walked. Her hair, she left down but asked Jardia, my parents' fifth daughter, to braid back the front of her hair with tiny soft blue flowers. My mother wore a dress of light pink. With her dark hair, pulled up into an elegant bun, her dark brown eyes, and her porcelain-like skin, she was as beautiful as any of my sisters and didn't look a day older than any of them either. Before they left for the palace, I pulled Liliana aside and made her swear to remember everything that happened so that she could tell me the next day. With a straight face, she solemnly promised and then turned and rushed off after our parents.

The music was so loud from the palace that my eyes kept drifting up to where Cair Paravel was, high up on the hill, shining with light from the feast and celebrations. I tossed and turned for hours but I couldn't sleep. Eventually I decided to give up. I got up, threw on a cloak and walked the few meters or so to the river's edge. The air was warm and so I took the cloak off and laid it down on the grass. I lifted up my skirt and waded into the water. Immediately I felt better, the water had such an instant effect on me. Once again, my eyes found their way back to the palace on the hill. How I wished I could have gone to the coronation. I dreamed of what it would be like, the children sitting on the four regal thrones, the music, the dancing, the laughter.

After a while of wading in the water, I realised how tired I was and so went back to shore, collected my cloak, and went back to bed. With the image of the made up celebration still in my mind, I fell asleep.

The next day, after we had had breakfast, Liliana went for a walk by the river and I ran after her, eager to hear the details of the previous evening's happenings. She smiled when she saw me coming and held out her arm. I took it and we strolled towards the beach, arm in arm.

"How was it? What happened?" I was so excited. She laughed, "The great hall was beautifully decorated, there were candles and flowers and lots of food. Everybody stood when the children entered the hall, all of them in beautiful, rich clothes. Then they walked up to the four thrones that are at the one end of the hall. They turned and a faun, his name was Mr. Tumnus I think, put the crowns on their heads and Aslan presented them to us as "Queen Lucy the Valiant", that's the little girl, "King Edmund the Just", that's the younger boy, "Queen Susan the Gentle", that's the older girl and "High King Peter the Magnificent", that's the older boy. Then, Aslan said another few words and then the celebration began. Everyone was dancing and eating and drinking. I danced with two fauns, a dwarf, father and even a centaur!"

I was overwhelmed by the story and felt very jealous that she had gotten to go and I hadn't. "Wow, that sounds amazing! You danced with a centaur!"

She laughed and said, "It was incredible, I'm so sad you weren't there, you would have loved it."

I looked across the river. Cair Paravel; white and majestic was shining in the sunlight. Liliana and I strolled down to the beach and sat in the soft sand. The sea was a beautiful blue colour and we watched some mermaids who were splashing around in the water and sitting on the rocks, laughing and enjoying the sun. Liliana and I talked about nothing in particular but my mind kept wandering back to our fours new kings and queens and the giant Lion Aslan. After a few hours we decided to head back and so we stood and started walking, but we took the longest route and walked as slowly as we could.

Over the next few days Liliana and I, sometimes accompanied by our some of our sisters, returned to the beach almost every day. Our long spring days were spent in the sun, sea and by the seashore. We went for gloriously long walks, swimming in the river or the sea, making dresses just because we loved to, and spent hours creating new songs that we would sing to the rest of our family in the warm evenings after supper.

Exactly a week after the four monarchs had been crowned, it was planned that High King Peter would address his people for the first time in public. Everyone who wanted to come and hear the King speak, would gather in the large outer-courtyard of Cair Paravel. King Edmund and the Queens Lucy and Susan would also be present. All the creatures were excited. My family would all be attending and I was beside myself with anticipation. Finally I would see the four children as our Kings and Queens. When the day eventually arrived, our home was complete chaos. Everyone wanted to look their best and was fretting about how they looked and how each other looked. My mother wore a yellow dress and her hair was down. Liliana wore red with her hair down and a rose in her hair. My other sisters wore blue and green. I wore a purple dress that Liliana had made for me. It was beautiful. While Liliana did my mother's hair, my mother did mine. My hair was done into one long plait down my back and she made a thin band of small purple flowers which she put around my head, almost like a tiny crown.

We arrived in the courtyard and even that was beautifully decorated. There were white and blue flowers planted into hanging baskets that hung out of windows. There were deep royal blue drapes draped from the balcony where in a few minutes High King Peter would come out and address us with the other three monarchs. As we waited, the crowd grew as more people arrived. After a while, a tall, dark haired centaur with a deep, important-sounding voice stepped onto the balcony.

"Loyal subjects of our Narnia. Your High King Peter the Magnificent, King Edmund the Just, Queen Susan the Gentle and Queen Lucy the Valiant."

He turned to face the four children who walked out onto the balcony and he bowed low. We took our cue from him and bowed down before our Kings and Queens as well.

"Narnians!" Peter's voice was not one of a man's, but there was something in it, a certain nobility, that told us that he was not an ignorant child. We stood up straight as he began to speak, "My siblings and I," I wondered at this, I hadn't known that the kings and queens were brothers and sisters, "have made a promise to each other. We are young and have not been in Narnia very long but we have seen quite enough of it to know that it is a truly special land. We have made a promise to each other that we will help one another to rule this land, that we will be wise in our decisions and consider all four of our ideas and opinions before we make any decisions." he looked at his subjects will level, intelligent eyes, "We four want to make a promise to you too; our people. We promise you that we will rule over Narnia with wisdom and justice. We promise to never allow harm to come Narnia and it's people." people in the crowd began to smile with happiness. We loved our rulers too much already to even consider to disagree with King Peter's words, "And finally we promise to never abandon you, we will always fight for Narnia and for Aslan!"

The crowd erupted into massive and deafening cheers. High King Peter smiled but looked strong as he surveyed the crowd. King Edmund reached out and clapped King Peter on the shoulder, smiling. The two Queens beamed with pride. It took me a while to realise that a few tears of joy had escaped from Queen Lucy's eyes and were sliding down her youthful cheeks.

A/N: Next chapter soon!