AN: Last Chpater! You people are amazing for hangin' with me throughout this crazy weird ride! Thanks!

The coronation was a somber affair, to everyone but Becca and I. We were in the back, in a corner alcove that still gave us a good view, and there was mutual teasing all around. "Look at Peter, look at Peter. You probably think he's handsome."

"Same to you about Edmund. I saw you two holding hands. Quiet. They're bringing out the crowns." We watched with the proper decorum (sort of) as the Beavers brought the crowns up. Two silver, two gold.

Mr. Tumnus came forward as well, in a new scarf.

"To the glistening Eastern Sea, I give you Queen Lucy, the Valiant," Aslan said. Mr. Tumnus stepped forward, and took the small silver circlet of metal that looked like leaves and vines twisted together, and placed it on Lucy's head. The crowd burst out cheering. We clapped and laughed at Lucy's amazed expression.

"To the great Western Woods, I give you, King Edmund, the Just." A silver, more, well, crown-like crown was placed on Edmund's head. Clapping and cheering filled the Hall.

"To the radiant Southern Sun, I give you Queen Susan, the Gentle." We cheered on Susan as she accepted a gold crown that looked just like Lucy's, only bigger.

Silence filled the Hall. It was Peter's turn.

"And to the clear, Northern Skies, I give you High King Peter, the Magnificent." The Hall erupted with cheers; forget about clapping, it wasn't loud enough. Peter stood up, a look of triumph and happiness on his face. His eyes found me, and he grinned.

When the noise died down, Aslan turned to them and said "Once a King or Queen in Narnia, always a King or Queen in Narnia."

Beaming with happiness, the four of them sat down. We all called out "Long live King Peter! Long live Queen Susan! Long live King Edmund! And long live Queen Lucy!"

Peter found me later, on the beach. I had skipped out on the party, preferring to celebrate on my own.

"Hey."

"Hey."

"Why are you down here by yourself?"

"I like my solitude, and I haven't gotten much of it in the past few days, 'cause of you lot."

"Well, you missed the part where the Fauns pressured Edmund and me into a fencing match."

"I would have loved to see that."

"He won."

I burst out laughing. "You'll never be able to live that down."

"Nope."

"It's a good thing. It'll make you humble."

"I'd better go back, or they'll think I've been kidnapped."

"Love you."

"Love you too, Sweetheart." He turned and left.

"You'll be staying, then?" It was Aslan.

"Yes, Lord King."

Aslan smiled. "Stay with Peter, My Daughter. It isn't easy running a country, and it's even harder to run a world." I laughed.

"Walk with me, Alexa." I did so. I watched the sunset, wishing that this day would never end, but knowing that it had to.

"Things are changing, child," Aslan said. "Hopefully for the better. Peter is now High King. The Witch is dead. But it will not always be so. The Four must leave this world. When they do, will you go with them, or stay here?"

"I suppose I'll stay here," I said, even though my brain was screaming that if I did, I'd leave Peter behind.

"Thank you, child. Narnia will survive with you in it. But remember, your time, too, must come."

"Yes, Lord King."

"I must leave now. Be good."

"I'm always good." He was walking through the surf. I was standing on the beach, watching him.

"Goodbye, My Daughter."

"Goodbye, Father."

Fin.

AN: I can't beleive I finally finished it! You guys are, yet again, amazing! Thanks!