A/N: Thanks to everyone that reviewed and followed/favorited, you guys are awesome. Also I borrowed Sir Giles from Elecktrum's stories, she is an amazing author so you should check her out.

Disclaimer: I don't own Narnia.

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Lucy giggled at her brothers' reactions. They groaned and looked at Susan mournfully, Edmund more so than Peter. Honestly, it wasn't that bad. Susan had just informed them over breakfast that they had lessons today, and 5 days a week from now on. On Sixthdays, they would be spared from lessons simply because they had a lot to do as Kings and Queens. On Seventhdays, it was a declared day of rest for everyone. Even the cooks did a downright basic breakfast, and an all around large meal in the afternoon so they wouldn't have to prepare two meals.

"Why Susan? We're royalty now, surely that means we don't need any lessons?" Edmund complained.

Susan looked at him reprovingly, "That's exactly why we need lessons, Edmund. There's a lot we don't know, and running a country will be hard. Especially after the Winter."

"It hasn't been hard yet."

"We've been sheltered. We haven't had to arrange anything yet because Aslan did that before he left, and the staff has been organizing itself. We need to think about trade agreements, alliances, preparing for next winter, not to mention all the escaped Fell beasts still out there. We all need to learn dancing, writing, etiquette, and our own laws."

Edmund grimaced and set his head on the table. Luckily the food had already been taken away. "Susan. . . how, why do you know all these things? I wouldn't have thought about half of that stuff. And dancing? Really?"

"Well, yesterday I talked to some of our tutors. While you were up in the, what do you call it Lucy? I mean the short name."

"The Mag." Lucy said promptly. She and Edmund had discussed it before Susan had mentioned lessons. The name was too big a mouthful for everyday use.

"Yes, while you were up in the Mag., I discussed our lessons with them."

Edmund interrupted her, "Wait, you asked to have lessons?"

"No, Aslan had already arranged them, I simply talked about schedules. Now we'd better leave." She glanced at the water clock in the room. "We have to be with Mistress Gemma by the hour bell." Susan stood briskly and while Edmund grimaced, they all followed her out.

Their first lesson of the day turned out to be diplomacy. And apparently they all really needed practice at it. They knew what they believed without a doubt, which was good for leaders of Narnia. Sadly, they had a hard time swallowing those opinions. Had there been real ambassadors, they probably would not have had any potential allies for years, maybe longer. Not one of the Pevensie's could stand the thought of Telmarines with slaves. After several tries to placate Mistress Gemma, who was pretending to be a squirrel who was offended, Edmund finally exclaimed, "Why not just insult everyone then they would learn not to be sensitive or leave us alone!" There was a silence before he exclaimed again "Oww!" He rubbed the back of head, looking accusingly at the badger. Apparently she could move quickly.

"Well mind your manners then, you cannot get out of these lessons until I deem you will not embarrass yourself. Unless you want other countries and your own subjects think you are unworthy to rule because of you age? If you continue to blunder like you have today then you will never be taken seriously." She scolded. "Now off with you, Mistress Shay will be expecting you with the bell." They left quietly, continuing with their lessons.

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Lucy led them down to the beach. She didn't need to lead them, they all knew the best way to the beach, of course. She was simply excited enough to rush ahead of them. Once they were at the water's edge they sat down on the warm sand.

Their heads had been crammed full for the last three days. They had a lot to learn to lead the county. Peter had declared they needed a break and Lucy had immediately said the sea. It was peaceful, beautiful, and secluded. The day before the coronation, they had found an amazing spot you could only get to from one part of the Cair's wall. They had never seen anyone else there, though the guards on the wall could obviously see them.

Tomorrow, as it was Sixthday, they would hold a court from two hours after sunrise until afternoon. They would hear and try to solve people's problems and complaints. For several months most problems would be from the aftermath of fell beasts and the Winter.

"What's your favorite class Ed?" Lucy asked as the sun was setting.

"Dancing." He answered without a thought. There was a pause before he sat straight up turning red. "I mean sword training. Sword training! I thought you asked least favorite."

Peter held back a laugh but Susan and Lucy giggled. "Sure Ed. And sword training isn't a class. You do it in the morning before classes."

"It is too. We do it every day, and we have to be there right at dawn. We do a warm up, and then get worked to the bone. We're lucky on the rare times we work with other weapons. We wear full armor and we have to use a shield, no exceptions. It's harder than any of the other classes." He exclaimed, then muttered under his breath, "But at least it's useful."

Susan gave him a look, "One day you'll be grateful for these classes."

"No I won't, I'll lead the army and I'll always be away at war so I won't need dancing, manners, diplomacy, or writing."

Susan just said "You'll see."

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Sir Giles announced a dwarf from the northern forges. The dwarf stepped in through the side door that led to the waiting area. Looking almost pained, he bowed to Edmund and Susan, barely inclining his head to Peter, before bluntly explaining his problem. "Some dwarves came through and stole our new metals! They weren't respectable black dwarves neither, they were in league with Her, and we want them punished. I traveled four days to get here, and I demand someone come and deal with them."

Lucy looked at him in confusion, "Well you make many of our weapons if I remember right. Can't you get your metals back yourself?"

He looked at her in something close to outrage. "We know how to swing a hammer, but we ain't no warriors. That's your job as our kings and queens, or are you too young to be leading us? Should we tuck you in at night?" He said viciously, and bowed mockingly, "Your Majesty."

Lucy looked hurt, but Peter stood his face angry. "Enough. You will not disrespect my sister. Nor will you disrespect any of us. We are the four chosen by Aslan, and while we may be young, we are not helpless children. You show such disrespect again and you will never receive help again." He sat down stiffly. "Now, we can send soldiers. Of course we'd better send some permanent smiths of the Cair to help you."

"What? We work alone!"

"Well, you obviously need to be babied. Since you can't seem to handle weapons we'll send some of our own smiths to make sure you don't cut yourselves."

"We can handle them perfectly fine! We've used them our whole lives!"

Peter raised an eyebrow, "No, you haven't, if you had you'd be perfectly able to handle some renegade dwarves who have no home, no money, no protection, and no purpose. They also have no forges so would not have any weapons by this time would they? Stop wasting our time, say what you want and get out."

Everyone's eye's widened at his tone and harshness. Peter rarely ever got like that. The dwarf opened his mouth but snapped it shut, he could not ask again, he knew it would be foolish. He finally said quietly, "We just need help is all."

"Why?" Susan asked.

"We, we can't fight 'em. I've forbidden it." He was silent for a while. "Some family of ours is with 'em. No one knows but my brother. I can't have my clan deciding between us and them. They ain't good dwarves no more. They spat at our offer to come back. She had Her claws too deep. But I ain't hurtin my clan. Not like that, better to think they died in the battle, instead of at our hands."

The four looked at each other sympathetically, "Why didn't you tell us before?" Lucy asked the black dwarf.

"It ain't nobody's business but our own. It's not like you understand anyway." He hardened again, though it seemed he wouldn't disrespect them.

They looked at Peter, and nodded consent for what they wanted to do. "We'll send a group of soldiers. I expect you to lead them to the camp and give any information you have to them. They'll ride out in the morning." He beckoned one of the birds that perched near the ceiling on the ledges. "Take a message to General Oreius, 'Prepare 20 men to ride out at dawn to assist the black dwarves near the River Shirbble.' that is all." The messenger chirped and flew off.

Peter sighed. "Dismissed." The dwarf left and when Susan nodded Sir Giles called the next name on the list.

They continued until lunch time dealing with minor problems. The four gratefully left to the small sitting room to eat lunch. There was no table, but the chairs were much more comfortable than their thrones.

Lucy sat quietly thinking about earlier. It had hurt her feelings when he had called them children. That's what they were but still. They would probably have that problem a lot. Most of their teachers had mentioned it. There was nothing they could do but prove them wrong. "Why did he not bow to Peter or me?"

"I was wondering the same Lu." Edmund said as Sir Giles walked in.

"You're not dwarves of course. You're not even beasts; the closest thing they've seen to you is Jadis herself." Sir Giles said.

"But we're not her, Aslan showed them that. And he bowed to Susan and Edmund, and almost bowed to Peter." Lucy said stubbornly.

"He bowed to Peter because Peter is the High King. Otherwise he wouldn't have. You are all equals, but many will not see it that way and he had to show some respect to get the help he needed. By rights he could have been kicked out for not respecting King Peter."

"Susan and Edmund?"

"They are similar to dwarfs. They have not grown to adults yet, while they are a little taller than dwarves, it is not as noticeable as Peter's height. Most importantly, I suspect, is that their hair is black."

"Oh, Jadis had almost white hair. And I've never seen any blondes here Peter."

"I suppose Lu, though I really can't be the only blonde in all of Narnia." He thought for a minute. "Wait, but Lucy has red hair, and there are Red dwarves."

"Yes," Sir Giles conceded, "But as you saw he targeted Lucy almost immediately. Perhaps he purposely did not bow to her to cause offense. Their children aren't adults until about 30 years old. You all seem exceptionally young to him."

"Well, I hope others are a little kinder. I hope they learn we're different."

"They will Queen Lucy, just give them time."

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When Sir Giles went back to his place to call the next name, a cat came and whispered something in his ear. He nodded to the cat then announced, "An Envoy from the sovereign island of Terebinthia, a duchy under Narnia, and under High King Peter."

Three men stepped in the room. One obviously led the other two, he had an air of authority. He bowed low, the others following suit. "Your majesties. A message was sent at your arrival, a message for aid. I apologize for the delay, but crossing the sea is no quick task. We have brought 50 men, who are waiting on our ship a day's ride from here."

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I'm so sorry for the wait. It was mostly done but I could not think of an ending. I was completely stuck mid-sentence. Hopefully you guys like this chapter, at least it's a little longer, haha. I didn't really edit it because if I wait any longer it might never get posted. So if there's mistakes, sorry. (of course there's mistakes in my other chapters but oh well) School is starting but I will try to update soon.