You, the Pevensies, and Caspian are all sitting in Cair Paravel, enjoying a rare quiet day.
You look outside and notice that it’s raining, not enough to signal a thunderstorm but enough to get deliciously wet in. The thought of running around in the sea as the rain poured down appeals more and more to you every second.
“I’ll see you later,” you tell your friends before hurrying out of the room, much to their confused amusement. You rush down the steps, your footsteps echoing in the corridor.
When you reach the doorway, you smile in excitement before running out into the rain. You raise your arms and tilt your head towards heaven, smiling as you twirl around.
When you’re done, you run out to the sea, the cold water tickling your feet as the raindrops kiss your skin. You start dancing to a tune in your head, your eyes closed in pure bliss.
However, a large splash that completely drenches your back startles you. You turn around to find Caspian grinning at you mischievously.
“Caspian!” You exclaim before you feel another splash behind you. This time, you turn around to find Lucy, Susan, and Peter grinning at you. Your eyes widen in mock dread as you realize what this means.
Suddenly, the wind is knocked out of you as you feel another body collide with yours. You sputter in shock and push the intruder off only to find Edmund smirking back at you.
“Edmund!” You then lunge at him, pushing into the water. You two tumble in the water, before you’re both splashed by the rest.
“Oh you’re so going to get it Pete!” Edmund exclaims, taking off after his brother.
You then turn your attention to splashing Lucy while an all out brawl ensues between Susan and Caspian.
Soon, Lucy and you decide to team up and splash both Susan and Caspian, causing both of them to try and use each other as a human shield. Ultimately, this ends up with both of them falling rather ungracefully.
You and Lucy laugh only to be grabbed from behind by both Edmund and Peter. Peter then spins Lucy around before unceremoniously dumping her into the ocean. Edmund does the same with you.
“Alright, alright, truce?” You propose once he’s done, holding your hand out to Edmund. He puts his hand in yours before you pull him down to join you. Instead of him tumbling into the water beside you, he ends up falling on top of you. His forehead is touching yours and his lips graze your cheek.
You blush and lock eyes with him but before either of you can do anything about it, splashes erupt from all around you and you shriek as the cold water hits you from all sides. Judging by the yells beside you, Edmund wasn’t immune from them either.
“Lucy! I thought we were allies!”
“All’s fair in love and war!” she retorts amid squeals of laughter.
“Revenge will be mine!” You shout before chasing after Lucy, her shrieks carrying through the air. Before she can go far, Edmund grabs her by the waist, leaving her vulnerable to your attacks.
You then splash her and the rest of the monarchs join in torturing the youngest Pevensie.
Eventually, everyone gets tired of the water war and decides to rest. You all head to shore, lying down on your backs as you catch your breaths.
“Y/N? What were you dancing to?” Susan asked. You bit your lip in embarrassment, thinking they forgot about that in the event of the water war.
“It was a song I remembered listening to back on Earth.”
“How does it go?” Caspian asked. You opened your mouth and started singing it, resisting the urge to start swaying in the water once again.
Then, you watch in astonishment as Caspian rises and holds his hand out for Susan to take. She smiles shyly before accepting. They start swaying as you continue to sing your song.
Peter then follows suit, holding out a hand for Lucy to take. She immediately bounces up and drags her brother close to the spot where Susan and Caspian are dancing.
This leaves you and Edmund by yourselves. He then stands up and asks, “Lady Y/N of Narnia, will you honor me with a dance?” His tone sounds joking but you see the sincerity in his eyes.
“Yes.” You lay your hand in his and he tugs you towards the water. You continue singing as he places a hand on your waist and you place a hand on his shoulder. Your hand connects with his and you feel something warm and electric jolt through your arm and spread through your entire body.
Soon, the dancing pairs gravitate towards each other before you spin and exchange partners. You find yourself dancing with Peter before another change brings you towards Caspian.
After a few more turns, you spin out of Caspian’s arms and join hands with Susan and Lucy. You three form a small circle and dance much like one does when doing ‘Ring Around the Rosy’. Eventually, you three join the three men in one large circle.
At this point you’ve stopped singing, but all of you seem to know the tune and timing of the song so you all continue as if there was still music playing.
After that, Susan and Caspian gravitate to the middle and the circle widens to accommodate them. They get into the waltz position, swaying before Caspian dips Susan slightly as she leans back, her foot extended behind her.
They sway out and join the circle once again as Lucy and Peter have their turn. He swings her outwards and as soon as he brings her back in, he picks her up and twirls her around as she laughs in delight and amusement at her brother’s move.
After that, you and Edmund are in the middle. A cunning idea enters your mind and with one foot, you lightly splash him. He then splashes you back, causing you to laugh in response. He then takes your hand and you step away from him for a moment, before spinning into him. His arms are around your waist and his chin is resting on your shoulder. You smile and sigh in contentment.
However, your little haze is broken by the rest splashing you two. You exclaim in surprise as Edmund grins in amusement. Seeing an opening, Edmund spins you out again and tugs you away from the group.
You expect the rest of them to follow you but you hear no footsteps. You’re brought to a spot that was neither too near or too far from where they were. You turn to look at Edmund and see that he’s so close you can count the freckles on his nose.
Were his eyes always that amazing shade of brown? Was his hair always this perfect, clinging to his forehead like that? Were his lips always that lush and inviting?
Edmund’s gaze trails down your face before finally coming to rest on your lips. Something pulls him in and he leans forward. You lean towards him in anticipation and you two meet halfway in a kiss.
At first it’s feather light but when he starts to recede, you chase his lips with yours. Once you find each other again, the kiss becomes more sure and the emotions that you guys had kept from one another until that point were expressed.
“It’s about time!” Peter calls out and you gently break your kiss with Edmund, resting your head against his chest and your hand on his heart. You laugh in response before pulling Edmund with you so you can join the rest of the group.
Ok but I’ve been binge watching the Narnia movies again, after not having seen them for a long ass time, and now, being a little older and (hopefully) a little more mature than I was when I first saw them, I always feel physically sick when I see the Pevensies being children after The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe because they just aren’t anymore and I can’t even begin to imagine what it must be like, to grow up as kings and queens, respected and important, and full of duty, only to go back to being 8 years old (in Lucy’s case).
They didn’t remember England, or the wardrobe, or their old lives, they were Narnians and they were pushed back, not only into a world that was bound to make them miserable, but also into bodies that couldn’t reflect what they’d been through.
Just imagine Peter, waking up in the morning, not remembering that he isn’t the Magnificent anymore, imagine him subconsciously reaching for something to trim his beard, only to remember that it isn’t there anymore, to expect old battle wounds to hurt until he realises that they can’t because he doesn’t have them.
Or Edmund, who left England a stubborn selfish little boy who only wanted his mummy back, and came back the Just, the redeemed traitor, the diplomat, the man, having to resort to being ten years old and probably not even allowed to peek at a newspaper because he’s just a child after all. He plays chess, incredibly well, he doesn’t mock his siblings anymore and all the friends he knew when he was still a boy are either irritated at his behaviour or too childish, too selfish for somebody who knows very well just what selfishness can do, who has a part of the White Witch in him, always.
Susan forgets, we all know that. She must’ve lain awake at night, remembering just what it felt like to cover pain and viciousness and gore with a smile and a blush, remembering being the Gentle, but never in war. She must’ve cried for all the lost years, for all that she learnt and that she can never forget, for all that she has accomplished, that will bring her nothing in this world that doesn’t feel like hers. So she sits down in front of a mirror, talks herself out of believing, telling herself that it wasn’t real, that it was just a dream, that this Narnia her siblings talk about is nothing but a game. The truth is too terrifying, to devastating to face.
Lucy, little Lucy, who grew up under Mr Tumnus’ smiles and Aslan’s approving gaze, who was loved by all, who did learn how to rule, how to negotiate but who never forgot just what it means to be a queen of Narnia, this girl who matured into a woman, who had a woman’s mind and body and a queen’s grace, she who they called the Valiant, the lion’s daughter, she shrank into herself, into a child, younger than even her siblings. She remembers, clearest of them all, she is the only one who still knows Mr Tumnus’ face, still knows Aslan, but she is just a girl, a pretty little thing who will never be the queen she was, who will never be the woman she was because queenship forms a person in ways no schools can.
They must’ve been devastated when they tumbled to the floor, short and small, and there’s a war they have no control over and Lucy is small, Edmund is skinny, so skinny and Peter and Susan have lost their glow and they’ve changed, they’ve changed so much. (The first time, somebody calls them by just their names, they feel invalidated and small. And offended. They’re kings and queens, they’ve earned their titles and now they have to sit in a dim room filled with children and listen to teachers, have to allow themselves to be insignificant and nothing more than what they were when Lucy first stepped into Narnia - frightened children in the middle of a war they wish was never there in the first place)
Okay but I just imagine the Pevensies going to their respective schools after Prince Caspian, and it doesn’t take the other kids long to notice something is…off about them.
There’s something rough in the edges of Peter that the worst of the other boys keep getting cut on. Something powerful and confident. He was always likable, the shining golden child that the school trots out as a perfect example to incoming students, but now he is strong, he has emerged from the countryside a leader. He stands up to bullies, he always has, but he’s more eager to get into a fight these days than to talk them down. He’s a strong hand and quick word, but there’s power to back it up this time.
There’s something in the way Susan tilts her head that makes her seem like a woman. The way she carries herself high and tall, the proud line of her shoulders as she walks down the hall that makes some lable her to high and mighty for her own good. The world doesn’t know what to do with queens, and that’s what Susan seems to be these days.
There’s something dark lurking in Edmund that makes the other boys uneasy. Something wild and untamed in the now quiet boy. He no longer gets into fights, no longer bullies or mocks the others. In fact, he’s taken to stopping fights, to pushing back against his former friends when they try to take things to far. His roomate claims he wakes screaming from nightmares sometimes, and the stillness of his presence belies the intensity of his eyes.
There’s something burning in Lucy that wasn’t before. All the teachers comment on it. There’s something loud and cheerful in the girl who used to be quiet, and she makes friends even faster than before, pulled in by her captivating orbit. She spins fantastic tales, and is scolded for having her head in the clouds. She tells her tales of magical kingdoms as if she were really there, and gets sad sometimes, as if she misses the people who were never there.
Everyone agrees that something happened to the Pevensie children in the country, but they never talk about it. The adults eventually just chalk it up to the war, and almost forget about the strange children that populatetd their classrooms, until they read about the tragedy in the paper. Then they remember. And they never forget.