OC X Peter Pevensie
Evelyn has always been different. Always out of place, never accepted. Always the one that got the blame. It didn't seem to matter that she had a heart of gold. No-one cared when it got broken. She was the bad guy, and she had no...
It had been barely a week. Barely a week since it happened. Barely a week since she lost almost everything.
To clarify, it had been five days. Only five days ago, they had been alive.
Evelyn didn't even get time to mourn.
Actually that wasn't true.
They held the ceremony off for five days, so people can mourn their dead. Wow, what an honour.
But, as Aslan told them, it could not be put off any longer. Narnia needed rulers. They need symbols of hope, and light to guide them.
They needed the Pevensies. They always did.
"Evelyn?" a voice came from outside her door. "It's us. Susan and Lucy?"
"Come in." Evelyn called. She smiled as they stepped through the door. Both were dressed beautifully in their coronation dresses. Susan wore a dusky turquoise gown that trailed behind her, complemented by a cloak the colour of the night sky, clasped at the front. Lucy's gown was baby blue, and her cloak was crimson, like sunset. Both looked like the future Queens they would soon be.
"Evie!" Lucy ran up to her, giving her a big bear hug.
"Why aren't you ready?" Susan asked.
"What does you dress look like?" Lucy gasped. "I bet it's perfect."
"I don't know, but yours is beautiful." Evelyn smiled at the girl.
"You have to get ready, Evie! This is what No-no would've wanted." Lucy's big, pleading eyes were enough to get Evelyn to nod and smile, but only that. The little girl giggled, rushing away into the closet to find Evelyn's dress.
"Peter finally left, I see?" Susan smirked.
"You make it sound wrong!" Evelyn scoffed. "But yes, he had to leave and get ready for the coronation."
Peter had been staying with Evelyn since the battle, just being there. Everyone dealt with grief differently, and Peter needed her there to help him. She needed him too.
"Found it!" Lucy's voice came from inside the closet. She emerged, swamped in fabric, Evelyn's long dress too big for her to carry. Susan rushed forwards to help.
"Oh, Eve!" She gasped. "It's beautiful!"
Indeed it was.
The gown was full length, fitted to the waist, before it puffed out, layered with tulle. The two parts were separated with sparkling crystals. It was a deep red colour that complemented Evelyn's tanned skin and brown locks beautifully. The straps slid off her shoulders, resting on her arms instead. It was simple, but elegant and pretty.
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(This is her dress)
She wore her hair down for the ceremony. Nothing fancy, just a bit of product to make her ringlets more defined. She wanted to keep it simple. Her makeup, too, wasn't much. Just some mascara and lip gloss.
"I want to e seen as I am, not as they want me to be."
After she got changed, she took a look in the mirror, joined by Susan and Lucy, who oohed and aahed.
After a little bit, Susan moved away, looking out through the window where Evelyn had been before.
"Red was his favourite colour, you know." Evelyn spoke softly, so only Lucy would hear. "He said it made him feel safe. Guess I know why now."
"He told me." Lucy's eyes were sad. "What colour makes you feel safe?"
"Grey. Misty grey. I never knew why. Still don't. But red makes me feel safe, too. Makes me feel like he's still here."
"He is, Evelyn." The little girl smiled, reaching up on her toes to place her hand over Evelyn's heart. "He's here." She then placed her other hand over her own. "And he's here. And he's happy, because, finally, finally, there is peace."
"I still miss him."
"I do, too. He's my favourite brother." Evelyn smiled at this.
"Luce, do you think I'll see him again?"
"I don't know. I hope so. But he'd be very proud of you, all the same."
"He'd be proud of you too, little Queen."
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The three girls were smiling as they turned the corner, hand in hand. But for two of them, it was just for show.
Peter's jaw dropped when he saw Evelyn. She looked stunning. The red complemented her skin and hair perfectly. She glowed with confidence and joy. But he saw right through it.
He knew she was still sad. He knew a part of her would always be sad, always mourn her brother. But he was there, and he would help her.
"Hey, Pete?" Ed smirked. "Close your mouth, you'll catch flies." Peter smiled at the familiar saying, glaring at Ed as Evelyn laughed.
"You look..." Peter trailed off. "...Beautiful."
"Thanks. So do you." she smiled softly.
"Your majesties?" Aslan walked up next to them. "We're ready for you."
As the Pevensies shuffled themselves into a line, Peter squeezed her hand.
"You've got this." He whispered as he walked to Aslan's other side.
The music began to play, and the doors opened.
And with one deep breath, Evelyn stepped inside, making her way to the five golden thrones before them.
Because, surprise!
Narnia needed her too.
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Hey Guys!
I am really sorry for the short chapter, but the next part needed to be separate.
