Prologue at Paraval
As we follow our new character and unlikely guide to Cair Paraval, we scroll our line of vision over the mountains, past a grassy plain or two and through a patch to trees and we near a magnificent palace with a magnificent seventeen year old king and his royal siblings.
"I can't believe they're making us do this!" Exclaimed Susan; her thick British accent audible.
"Oh, come on, Susan! It isn't all bad!" Lucy exclaimed right before yelping when Edmund stepped on her toe. "Honestly Edmund! That's the seventh time!"
"I hate dancing! Lucy, when this is all over, I'm never dancing with you again!" Edmund huffed. Lucy snarled at him and continued to look at their feet.
Peter was unusually silent during their first ballroom dance lesson since before their royal crowning. "Are you alright, Peter?" Susan asked sweetly.
"Yeah, Peter. We know you hate dancing, but it's nothing to mope about." Edmund said with a smirk.
"I am not moping." Peter stated defensively as he twirled Susan.
"Are too."
"Oh, be quiet, Edmund!" Lucy said, stepping on his toe purposely.
"Ow! Stop it!" He moaned.
"I'm not moping, I'm just... tired. And I don't want to be dancing right now." Peter said solemnly before stepping on Susan's toe.
"Ouch, Peter! Pay attention!" Susan said, hitting him aside the head. Peter was indeed moping. It wasn't because of the dancing, though. Truthfully, Peter had always wanted to learn to dance. He was living his dream life. Peter had always wanted to use a sword and be a hero and dance with the many girls at royal parties. However, Narnia didn't have a very large variety of girls. Not any human females, anyway. Narnia didn't have many humans at all! This saddened Peter greatly. He loved his brother and sisters very much, but he would never admit to them how lonely he truly was.