As I held the crown in my hands, time seemed to slow to a crawl. I drank in every inch of you, or at least as much as I could. I couldn't believe how strong your grip on my heart was.
I was enraptured.
But gazing upon you wasn't complete with your head bowed to me. I gently placed your new crown on your head, and ran my hands down the sides of your face. Not the outright strongest jaw in Narnia, but the most weathered - you felt and looked like you've survived a thousand perils already.
I tilted your face up to meet me and my heartbeat quickened. Even more so than the struggles you've fought through, what I saw most in you was your unflinching kindness. Warmth.
And in that moment I knew exactly what Narnian title I would bestow upon you.
...Did you know that "cordial" also means "belonging to the heart?" Well, in that moment, my dearest David, I knew you would belong to mine.
"I proclaim you King David...the Cordial."
I've loved you ever since I named you.
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My Glowing Northern Moon || King David the Cordial || (Semi-) One-Shot
FanfictionSecond in the "Sun and Moon" series, following "My Radiant Southern Sun" and followed by "The Gentle and the Cordial" ------ "I used to be lost. Not quite unlike you. I was lost in doubt, hiding in logic that never completely gave way to outpouring...
