I woke up to a loud BANG on the door. "Who dare enter the Queen of Narnia's room?" I screamed this quite loudly, only to anger Edmund quite so that he came in and began to tickle me endlessly.

"You are not the Queen of Narnia! You are a lowly peasant!" He tickled me more while he laughed. "You will bow to me!" He and I both laughed after that. I, for one, was not a lowly peasant. Or I wasn't going to be for much longer.

"Hey Ed. Could you have a Princess coronation for me later? I am still a lowly peasant but I do not like this term. I need some authority around here. You are all my best friends, why not let it show? Let everyone in this graced land know!" I had tried to speak much like everyone in Narnia does.

"You have not been here long and you already have down the way we speak. This is quite impressive Princess." He smiled at me, something unfamiliar. Edmund was quite the frowner, that was for sure.

"Yes, yes, I know. I am amazing aren't I?" I got off of my bed and started to dance around in circles. "I'm such a lovely ballerina!" After I said this, I collapsed to the ground. So much for grace, I know. Clumsy should be my name.

"Are you okay?" He ran over to me and helped me up. Such a caring being, Edmund is. He smiled at me and looked into my eyes deeply before commenting, "We need to be off to breakfast. Peter and the others are waiting for us. There are some nice dresses in the wardrobe, along with some tunics." He then walked out the door and slickly added, "Hurry up."

I quietly laughed. He knew me, inside-out. Every look my eyes said he understood. His warm, caring, heart held lots of love. Peter's heart had always seemed quite cold. He never seemed to care, yet he got all the girls. Edmund deserved them as well.

I ended up choosing a violet dress that reached the floor. It had gold trim and a small Narnian crest near my left breast. I wore a pair of dark heels, black and open-toe. Once changed I walked to the Great Hall and curtsied Edmund and Peter and gave Susan and Lucy hugs.

"Why don't I get a hug?" Edmund questioned in a fake anger voice.

"Because kings do not get hugs. Since you are a king, you do not get a hug. You and you dearest brother get a curtsy." I curtsied yet again and then he hugged me because I was soong going to anyway.

Peter was staring into space deeply thinking. He was probably thinking about what he was going to get for my birthday or why we were called here. I knew that was what I was fretting about. It was only a matter of time before I would be whisked away by that cold voice.

"Peter? Who in Narnia has a cold voice?" Being the general of the Narnian army, I figured he knew. His face paled as I asked this question. "I see you are worried. I shan't continue with my inquisitiveness." Peter gulped, yet again.

"Her...Jadis. She's back Ed. We need a plan, and now." Luckily, the blood slowly retreated back to his face. Jadis? Who was Jadis? Why did she matter. These questioned swirled around my mind as I headed off to spar with Peter and Edmund. I slowly, but surely convinced them to let me learn how to handle a sword.

I held up my sword the way Ed told me to. Peter came around me and it felt much like he was hugging me, to correct my posture. Peter swung his sword at me and it clanked against mine. CLANK! CLANK! CLANK! And so it continued... I had lost atleast ten times to the two former kings. After all, their intensive training was quite difficult. They had come to master

the art of fighting.

"Jen! Remember it's up, up, jab, block, twist, stab! Not; up, up, down, jab, throw sword on ground. If you're this mad go train in archery!" Ed reprimanded me. He didn't want me to fight. He thought I would be killed in the war. Even if I was killed, I would die honorably.

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"My queen, should we steal her tonight?" the loyal black dwarf questioned.

"Yes Kindar. We shall..." Jadis walked to her ice throne and sat there, plot in mind. What would she do with the Kings and Queens of old?