Revelation || Narnia OCxOC - thecallofnarnia & NaturallyNarnian

Chapter 9: A Breakfast and a Beaver

"Tyon! Tyon, Dear Aslan, child! Where did you find cakes? The sun's barely risen!" Mrs. Beaver hurried back into the dining hall. She'd only left for a moment! "You- Alia, sweet Princess, don't throw your porridge, no, no-, oh, what a mess, what a- Lilith! Do mind the mess, I'm sorry-"

"You do such a fantastic job with them, thank you." Lilith responded to Mrs. Beaver's apologies with a smile but swiping an alarmingly-piled plate of small cakes from her son and placing an apple in front of him. The Prince scowled, but it didn't last long as his sister soon ceased waving her spoon about, and so he was no longer being showered in soggy oats.

"Mrs. Beaver, why don't you go to the kitchens? We can take it from here."

"We?" The beaver queried, eyeing David with all her concerned curiosity. The last she'd heard, there had been a madman at the gates of Cair Paravel last night.

"Oh, yes, uhm... Mrs. Beaver, meet David- High King David, soon, actually and- wait," Lilith paused, looking to her silent... fiancé? "Did your Narnia have... a Mrs. Beaver?"

"We did, I uh..." David's gaze darted around nervously. He's almost forgotten he wasn't particularly the best around kids Tyon and Alia's ages. "I just never really went out of my way to talk to her more than necessary, I didn't get out a ton," he answered, almost flinching as he caught another sudden motion of Alia from the corner of his right eye, before forcing to focus on Mrs. Beaver. "Pleasure to meet you," he said genuinely.

"A pleasure to meet you, too." Mrs. Beaver replied, though her words had only been automatic. A new High King... already? The beaver was fond of her High Queen, but shook her head slightly. "I'll see you both later, I have no doubt."

With that, she left.

David gave a slight, soft chuckle. "Okay, even with my social reading troubles, not exactly the most pleasure," he whispered sheepishly. "If you want, you can, like...talk to her about it. I'm sure I'll be fine left alone with the kids for a few seconds."

He almost said our kids.

Lilith threw a glance at her children, specifically Tyon.
It wasn't David she wavered in trusting in such a situation, it was Tyon.

"Okay." She agreed with a smile after a moment, seeing her look register with her son, whose attention fell back to his breakfast. "I won't be long."

David nodded with a smile before his gaze followed his...wife-to-be? as she gracefully left the room, his right eye barely catching a wisp of energy flowing from her hair, and he blushed before looking back down at the space in front of where he was sat, which wasn't registering in his mind in lieu of the fact that every breakfast would be like this. Him, with Lilith. Finally together.

And he smiled.

—

"Mrs. Beaver! Mrs. Beaver, wait a moment!"

The beaver stopped in her tracks, stood a moment and taking a breath before turning to the High Queen who was approaching down the corridor. "Yes, Your Majesty?"

Concerned confusion crossed the Queen's features. "Just Lilith, please." She implored. She'd never seen the beaver look so disapproving of her, and it broke her already fragile heart.

"Very well. Yes, Lilith?"

"What was that about? David was nothing but polite."

"David? Who is he?"

"It- it's complicated. But he's good, Incredible, really. I'm sure you'll like him, he-"

"He might be all those things, but what about Peter, dear?"

"I... Peter... Peter's gone."
"Not even a full season!"

Lilith was silent a moment. Her speechlessness disintegrated into anger. "Don't you think I know that? He- I- he was my husband! I loved him!"

"Loved?"

"Love!"

Mrs. Beaver shook her head once more. "He might yet return. And what when he does? To see so soon that another has taken his place-"

"He's not going to return." Lilith's voice may have cut Mrs. Beaver off mid sentence, but it was uncharacteristically quiet. "I know he's not. None of them are and you just expect me to- to- to what?"

"It has all just happened very quickly." Mrs. Beaver replied. "Many search parties haven't yet returned–"

Lilith bowed her head slightly. She should have ordered them home by now. But even with everything last night she-

Still, a part of Lilith hoped.

"They'll return soon." She replied, looking up from the ground again. "Then, you'll see they'll return without Peter. Without Lucy or Edmund or Susan. You'll see that Narnia needs someone to be looking forward, not back- that Narnia needs more than one ruler and what perfect of a person David is to be here. So..." So? "So trust me, please?"

Though still with a tug of reluctance, Mrs. Beaver patted the High Queen's arm. "If you think that this is what is right, then no one can stop you."

"I wouldn't want anyone to want to stop me! I just told you why-"

"I don't wish to argue with you."

Out of nothing but respect for the closest figure she now had to a Mother, Lilith bit back her arguments. "Neither do I."

"The future is uncertain to us all, but never have I known anyone so driven to direct their own."

"I-"

"Good day, Lilith."

—

David cracked a genuine smile at his wife-to-be re-entering, but stopped short when he sensed something was up. Lilith was positively incensed.

"Is everything okay—"

Lilith walked straight up to her new husband-to-be and kissed him passionately, trying to calm her anger by turning it into passion.

She broke the kiss, and David caught her eyes glowing.

"I won't just direct my own future," she whispered, her lips almost touching his, "we will direct our future, together," she breathed huskily before kissing him again.

When she finally broke the second kiss, a stunned, blushing David couldn't help but watch as she walked back around the table and smiled calmly.

"So, how's the food?"