A/N: Here's another little one-shot. It's super short, but I like it. Enjoy!
"Oh, the irony!" cried Edmund. "The Kings and Queens of Narnia reduced to servants' work!"
Susan threw her polishing rag at her younger brother. "We wouldn't be 'reduced to servants' work' if someone hadn't broken the window."
Lucy stuck out her tongue at Edmund in a very un-Queenly way.
"Or if the Macready hadn't caught us nearly fifteen years later," added Peter, and all four of them burst out laughing.
The four Pevensie children, who up until three hours ago had been hunting a white stag in the forests of Narnia, were now scrubbing and sweeping every inch of the Professor's mansion as punishment for breaking the stained glass window with a cricket ball. Mrs. Macready had screeched at them for a quarter of an hour, then shoved every cleaning instrument imaginable into their hands and set them to work.
"Do you think they'll be all right without us?" asked Lucy, and the mood quickly sobered.
"I'd like to think so," said Peter. "Our advisors are more than capable of stepping in while we're gone."
"There wasn't any trouble brewing, either outside our borders or within them," said Susan.
"Don't worry," said Edmund, although he wasn't entirely convinced that he wasn't speaking to himself. "We'll find a way back soon enough."
Lucy smiled, reassured for the time being, and turned back to polishing a floor-length mirror. Aslan will find a way, she told herself. He must.
A crash of broken pottery echoed through the hall.
"Edmund!"
"Sorry!" he said, holding out his arms awkwardly. "I forgot I haven't grown into my limbs yet."
Lucy made a face. "We're going to have to grow up all over again, aren't we?"
Laughing at all that implied, the lost monarchs of Narnia returned to their chores.