The Chronicles of Thalia

Chapter 12- The Coronation

Coronation day came about a week after the battle against the Witch. It was a long and brutal week, packing up camp and constantly on guard against ambushes from the Witches remaining loyal subjects on our journey to the castle. 

The morning of the coronation, I wake up in my own personal room in the palace, which just so happens to be the same size as my house back in London. I could honestly get used to living like royalty. It comes with an amount of personal space that I'd never known but always dreamed of. 

About an hour before the ceremony, I meet up with the Pevensies in Lucy's room.

"Thalia!" Lucy exclaims when I walk in her room.

I curtsy and say solemnly, "Queen Lucy."

She giggles. "Oh, Lee, I'm not a queen yet."

I lean in as if telling her a secret. "Maybe not." I whisper. "But I need all the practice I can get on addressing you as such."

She nods and pulls away and Peter and Edmund come in, flinging herself into Peter's arms. "I always thought you were as beautiful as a princess." he says to her, "But today you get to become a queen, Lu."

Lucy laughs and says something in reply but I don't listen because Susan comes in. "Susan Pevensie." I say upon seeing her, "You look stunning!" 

Susan smiles. "Thank you. You look beautiful too, Lee."

I grin. "I'm afraid I'm not Queen material."

"Nonsense!" Lucy quips, unexpectedly entering our conversation. "You would make a wonderful Queen, wouldn't she, Ed?"

The shocked look on Edmund face from being asked such a question causes Peter to burst out laughing. Lucy, however, looks rather confused. "What's wrong, Edmund?" She asks with a little frown.

Hugging Lucy from behind, Peter looks at me as he says, "I think Lee would make a magnificent queen. Lu." This earns him a number of looks which probably would have been hilarious to behold. When Peter turns away to say something to Susan and I look at Edmund. 

Awkward, I mouth.

He's in looooove with you, Edmund mouths back, smirking.

Oh, shut up. I mouth, smiling. Edmund laughs. Just then Tumnus walks in. "Your majesties," he says bowing, "The ceremony is about to begin." The room goes silent. 

"Here we go then." Peter says. 

"I- I should probably go." I think aloud. "I was supposed to be in the throne room fifteen minutes ago." I stop in the doorway and curtsy to them, almost as a joke. Almost. "Next time I see you all, you will be royalty."

The ceremony was absolutely beautiful. The throne room was decorated in a lot of silver, and seemed to glow in the gentle afternoon sunlight. Standing next to the Beaver's at the front of the room, I watch as the Pevensies make their way towards their thrones. 

They stand together, each in front of their throne as Aslan says, "To the glistening Eastern Sea, I give you Queen Lucy the Valiant." Here Mr. Tumnus steps up and gently places a tiara on the top of her head.

 Aslan continues. "To the great Western Wood, King Edmund the Just." As Tumnus places the crown on his head, he makes eye contact with me. Grinning I mouth, royalty. He gives a silent chuckle and looks away as Tumnus moves on to Susan.

"To the radiant Southern Sun," Aslan announces "Queen Susan, the Gentle."

Finally it was Peter's turn. "And to the clear Northern Sky, I give you King Peter, theMagnificent." 

He turns so he is facing all of the Pevensies. "Once a King or Queen of Narnia, always a King or Queen. May your wisdomgrace us until the stars rain down from the heavens." Shivers run down my spine at his words.Til the stars rain down from the heavens.

Not only was Aslan a lion, he was also a poet. 

I find myself drifting away from the celebration that evening. As beautiful as Narnian balls were, I couldn't dance. Literally, I didn't know how to dance like they did. I was only eleven and lived in a country at war. Dancing lessons weren't exactly high on the list of priorities. So I wander until I find myself on the balcony overlooking the ocean. Below, naiads are having their own celebrations in the water. I lean over the railing, trying to see better, but I lean too far and find myself about to flip right into the water. A pair of arms grab me from behind, putting me back on my feet. I look over my shoulder to see Edmund.

"You were supposed to let me die, remember, Edmund?" I say, smiling at him.

"I thought about it, but drowning after falling over railing hardly seemed like a noble way to go." 

"Oh, well at least one of us is concerned about my reputation." 

He smirks. "A noble death is the honor of a man." 

I snort. "I hardly think there's any reason to be concerned about honor if one is dead." 

"A man without honor is a man without respect." he insists

"If a man is dead, then he's probably not worried about whether he's respected by the general public."

Ed sighs. "I give up. Next time I'll push you instead."

"Well, in that case, I am going to leave before you decide that murder is the perfect ending to your coronation day." I say, turning to leave. I'm halfway back inside when Edmund calls after me. "Thalia Rose!" I turn back.

"I think you would make an excellent queen."

BOOM! LWW is done. Take that, writer's block. Just so you guys know, as of now, I plan to write 1 chapter, introducing the White Stag then will move into Prince Caspian. I'll try to keep posting regularly, but please keep in mind I start school tomorrow and so will be pretty busy. Please comment guys! It would mean so much to me if you would let me know what you think.