A few notes:
I obviously own NOTHING! Like all this stuff belongs to C.S. Lewis and Disney and Walden Media. I wish I was brilliant enough to have created the world of Narnia.
I never really thought about actually writing my imaginings about the Pevensies and original characters. But after reading the WillowDryad's stories and seeing how people responded, I just couldn't resist.
And you'll probably notice I'm mixing elements of both the books and the movies in. I know there are differences and I honestly don't care. I love them both in different ways.
Also, I just don't have the energy to try to think of Narnian sounding human names. So I'm going to go with basic English sounding names. Sorry if that bothers anyone but this is my story so I can do what I want.
With all that out of the way, read on
Chapter 1
Peter Pevensie, known as King Peter the Magnificent, slipped his formal tunic over his head, straightened it, carefully pinned his gold cape over the top, and finished his look by placing his ornate gold crown on his head. Stepping back, he studied his entire appearance in the mirror. He shook his head. Sometimes, seeing himself in his kingly garments still caught him off guard. Granted, it had only been a year since he and his siblings became kings and queens of Narnia, so maybe that was to be expected. But considering that tonight was a feast where they would meet the King and Queen of Archenland as well as many of their courtiers, he hoped he could at least act like a king.
A knock on the door made him turn around. "Come in!" he called.
Edmund stepped in dressed in his own formal garb, except he carried his silver cape over his arm. Peter knew what was coming before Edmund even opened his mouth.
"Would you like me to pin that on for you, Little Brother?" Edmund nodded and handed the garment off. Peter bit back a chuckle as he pinned it in place. For some reason, this was the single part of donning formal attire that Edmund still struggled with. Once it was pinned in place, he gave his brother an affectionate pat on the shoulder before turning back to the mirror. Edmund stepped up beside him and studied his own appearance. The two brothers shared the same vivid blue eyes that their sisters had as well, but that was where the resemblance ended. From hair color to builds, they could not have been more different. After a few moments, Edmund turned around and flopped onto the bed. Peter was tempted to scold him, reminding him that he would get his clothes rumpled, but decided against it. Edmund looked him up and down with his usual crooked grin.
"You know, I was going to ask you if you're nervous about tonight, but it doesn't seem like you are." Edmund chuckled softly at his own joke.
Peter, who had turned to fasten his sword, turned back and smiled. "Well, I'm glad it appears that way. If you can't see through it, then I doubt the members of our court will."
"So, you ARE nervous about meeting the royal court of Archenland?"
"Of course! Aren't you?" Edmund nodded emphatically. Peter moved to sit beside him on the bed and hugged him around his slim shoulders. "Don't worry if you can do it, Ed! I believe in you."
Edmund smiled and returned the embrace. "Thanks, I believe in you too!"
The two brothers got up and moved toward the door. Together.