When the girls had gone Aslan laid his paw—and though it was velveted it was very heavy—on Peter’s shoulder and said, “Come, Son of Adam, and I will show you a far-off sight of the castle where you are to be King.”
The servant girl’s shoes pattered on the stone floors as she quickly made her way down the corridor. The letter in her hands weighed heavily, given the circumstances. Her only hope was to give it to her Queen quickly, and then to leave with as much haste as humanly possible.
“Your majesty.” He voice came small and quiet through the door.
The servant turned the door knob slowly, then slipped inside.
“Your majesty, a letter has been sent from Cair Paravel, inviting you to the Christmas Ball.”
The Queen turned from her vanity at the mention of the Narnian castle, nothing short of distain in her features. Having met the Kings and Queens many times before, Queen Elinora was less than happy to have them brought back into her life.
“Bring it to me,” she snipped, holding out her hand expectantly. The servant dropped the letter in her hand before retreating to the door and slipping out quickly.
Your Majesty Queen Elinora of Dredessa, the letter read:
It is with deepest pride and greatest pleasure that we invite you to our Christmas Ball this coming winter, in hopes of rekindling the bond between our countries. We will be providing private audiences with each of our reigning monarchs so as to best prepare for the repair of our alliance. We look forward to your arrival.
King Peter the Magnificent, Queen Susan the Gentle, King Edmund the Just, and Queen Lucy the Valiant
She nearly threw the letter on the floor.
‘With love’, she could bite them. The Narnian monarchs had not shown her anything close to that when she made her state visit in the spring, and she thought it pathetic that they would stoop so low as to actually ask her back.