Chapter 13: Coronation

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~3rd Person P.O.V.~

The four Pevensie and Y/n all walked down the aisle, Aslan in-between them all. Today was the day they were becoming Kings and Queens. They stopped at the bottom of the steps, looking at the five thrones in front of them.

Big smiles laid on their faces. The five walked in front of their thrones as Aslan turned to everyone.

"To the glistening Eastern Sea, I give you Queen Lucy the Valiant." The four older children smiled at the youngest as Beaver, Mrs. Beaver, and Mr. Tumnus walked up, the faun smiling at his friend.

Mr. Tumnus grabbed her crown, Lucy bowing her head as the faun gently places it on top, then smiling softly at his friend.

"To the great Western Wood, King Edmund the Just." The faun places Edmund's crown on his head. "To the radiant Southern Sun, Queen Susan, the Gentle." Susan's crown is placed on her. "To the clear Northern Sky, King Peter, the Magnificent." Peter's crown is placed. "And to all of Narnia, I give you Queen Y/n, the Diligent." The faun places Y/n's crown on her head.

Once her crown was placed upon her head, Y/n looked up, meeting her fathers eyes. She smiled brightly at him, Aslan giving it back. He was proud of her. He knew this day would come. And he had been waiting so long for when he could see his daughter again and watch her become Queen.

The five children all sat down in their thrones as the lion turned to them. "Once a King or Queen of Narnia, always a King or Queen. May your wisdom grace us until the stars rain down from the heavens."

"Long live King Peter! Long live King Edmund! Long live Queen Susan! Long live Queen Y/n! Long live Queen Lucy!"

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Y/n stood at a balcony, watching her father walk along the beach, away from the castle. Lucy ran up behind her and stood beside the girl, staring down at the lion, as well. She clung onto Y/n's arm, making her smiling softly at the youngest, placing her hand on top of hers.

"Don't worry." A voice spoke behind them when Lucy looked down sadly. The two girls turned around, seeing Mr. Tumnus standing there, smiling softly at them. "We'll see him again."

"When?" Lucy asked her friend.

"In time." He let out a soft laugh, walking forwards. "One day he'll be here and the next he won't. But you mustn't press him. After all, he's not a tame lion."

"No." Lucy admitted.

"But he is good." Y/n added, Lucy nodding in agreement.

"Here." The faun gave her a hankie. "You need it more than I do."

The two girls looked back out at the beach, but no lion in sight. Lucy's gaze snapped to Mr. Tumnus, then Y/n. She felt tears come to her eyes before clinging onto the older girl, Y/n's arms wrapping around the younger one.

"I love you, father." Y/n whispered under her breath.

"I love you too, little one."

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Minutes had passed, and Y/n still stood out on the balcony, playing with her rope bracelet of her fathers. Lucy and Mr. Tumnus went inside to go an dance and have fun. Edmund had been watching the girl for a little bit before finally walking over to her and placing his hand on hers.

She looked to the boy, giving him a smile, to which he gave one back. The two stood in silence for a couple minutes, staring out into the distance, holding hands.

"Would you like to dance?" Edmund spoke up.

Y/n smiled. "I'd love to."

He smiled brightly before placing his hands on her waist slowly. Y/n furrowed her brows in confusion, slowly putting her hands on his shoulders.

"I thought we were going inside?"

Edmund shrugged, smiling sheepishly. "It's more peaceful out here. Besides, we can hear the music." Y/n listened closely and she did in fact hear the music from the ballroom.

The two danced out on the balcony, shyly glancing around, meeting each others eyes every once in a while.

"You're definitely gonna have to show me how you turned into a lion." The Just King broke the silence, smiling at her.

Y/n laughed at his remark, before nodding and shrugging. "Good luck with that. I still need to learn more." The two laughed, their arms placed on one another.

They could stay like this forever.

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