Just
"Please, Your Majesty, I'm begging you." A man pleaded with Peter. They were in court and trying to determine the fate of this young couple, whom had been brought in by the girl's father. Apparently, they had eloped, and the father had brought them in, wanting a divorce. Usually all four royals would be on the young couples side, except for one problem. The girl was already married, to one who seemed to be desperately in love with her, and she had gone off to marry another without his consent of divorce. Peter was struggling to take a side, Susan and Lucy were on the young couples side and Edmund was undecided. Peter turned to his brother. "Edmund, you are the Just. What do you say?" Edmund chanced a glance at the young man who had been cheated on. He looked devastated. "I'd like to hear this man's opinion please." He gulped "I loved her, Your Majesty. My brother was convinced she was cheating, and I didn't believe 'im. Right stupid I was, had a mighty fight with 'im, and haven't spoken to 'im since." Peter seemed to make up his mind and decreed that the couple shouldn't see each other, pitying the cheated. "Good thinking Ed, would never have thought of interviewing him." But as Edmund looked at the couple who were crying and looked heartbroken, he couldn't help but wonder if Aslan made the right choice on making him the Just.
Magnificent
"And to the heavenly Northern Sky, King Peter the Magnificent!" Magnificent. Magnificent. Magnificent. Peter lay in his bed, hearing that word thud through his brain. Why, oh WHY did Aslan have to name him that? Yet another standard to live up to. Susan and her intelligence, Lucy and her kind-heart, Edmund and his cunning. He was just plain, blond Peter. How on earth was he supposed to live up to a name like magnificent? He promised Mother he'd look after his beloved siblings, and he was sure looking after them wasn't dragging them into an unknown land in a wardrobe to be Kings and Queens before they were barely teenagers! Edmund had nearly died already and they'd barely been there a month! Why couldn't he have been Just? Or Valiant? Or Gentle!? He could have been any of those! But he was magnificent. Yeah, right. "Peter. Do not judge your worth. You have proved it well, no one judges you for bringing your siblings here." Peter was sure it was the mighty Aslan, who gave him the name 'Magnificent' speaking to him, yet throughout his reign he continued to judge his worth.
Gentle
"Hush, little baby, go to sleep" Lucy sung to the little orphaned hedgehog she had just rescued. Susan watched with warmth in her heart at her little, gentle sister. Gentle. Humph. That word, gentle, meant so much to her. In London, she just thought of it as a petty little word, but now, it was her title. Yet, she was slightly confused. Susan wasn't usually the Pevensie to be associated with gentle. That was a title usually given to the baby of the family, Lucy. No, instead Lucy was valiant. What had Lucy done to be valiant? As much as she loved her sister, she was as shy as the hedgehog she was tending to. Why was Susan not the better candidate for valiant as Lucy was for gentle? Or better yet, King Edmund the Gentle or King Peter the gentle? Even Queen Lucy the Valiant and gentle was better! What in Narnia possessed Aslan to name her the gentle? She was hardly gentle back in London, being snarky and subdued around those outside of her parents, and her beloved siblings. With a start, she realized that's exactly why she was named gentle! For gentleness around her siblings could be the only reason, unless Aslan was predicting what they could become. Magnificent. Just. Gentle. Valiant. Goodness, she not only got a title that applied to her in the tiniest circumstance, she got the plainest! Well. If Aslan decides that she is deserving of this title, she will live up to that name. Starting with that sister of hers, who is up past her bedtime caring for that hedgehog.
Valiant
Lucy was panicking. Breath, she told herself. Easy. Just inhale, and exhale and inhale and exhale and exhale and inhale and…wait. She needed to be strong, she needed to be brave. Most of all, she need to be valiant, for that was her name. Possessing or showing courage or determination. Valiant. But, as Peter and Edmund battled the giants up North, with no word form them for weeks, it was hard to be valiant. Forget it, valiance is a trait she had not. Who was she kidding believing it in the first place? Well, herself. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. Then she remembered Aslan's words muttered to her before he gave her, her title. "You are everything Lucy, but what brought you and your siblings to Narnia is you valiance, and that is why I give you Queen Lucy the Valiant!" Those were Aslan's words. She could be valiant.
Wait
Wait before you make bad decisions was something I learnt. I had been exceptionally stupid, made Narnia seem not real, and now all that I love is lost. Dear Edmund, Darling Lucy, Loved Peter. Gone. I could be happily with them but Aslan didn't wait and while I went through that silly teenager phase, with make-up and dresses and parties and boys. And now the two most important boys in her life were dead, along with her only sister. Because He didn't wait for that phase to move on and I didn't believe. I didn't take up their offer to go and look for some rings and as quick as that, their dead. Why, Aslan, why? We were your chosen ones, and you didn't wait for me to get over that silly phase before you scooped up my nearest and dearest and took them to you place. Why didn't you wait for me Aslan?