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The kids were then led to their own tents by a young centaur named Ollie. "Your change of clothes are on each of your beds. Of course, it's only if you'd like to change. What your majesties are wearing is fine too." He bowed nervously making the siblings smile at him softly.
"Thank you." Peter said before walking into his tent while the girls walked into the one across from his. They changed into the dresses with Rosie feeling like a maiden which she highly enjoyed. It was as if her imagination came to life, and she was in the proper attire.
As she left the tent, she bumped into Ollie who was pacing slightly, muttering to himself. "Hi Ollie." Rosie said, causing the young centaur to stop in his tracks, turning to her and immediately bow, "Hello Your Majesty."
Rosie softly chuckled, "You don't need to do that."
"Oh, but I must, Your Majesty. You are royalty and I was raised to always be polite." He informed as he stayed bowing.
"Oh, well, alright." Rosie said as she bowed back, making the boy confused. "Pardon me, Your Majesty but what was that for?"
"I'd like to think of everyone in Aslan's camp a royal myself." She told him.
"Oh well, that's very kind of you." Ollie told her with a small smile, turning a hint of red. "I still can't believe the sons of Adam and the daughters of Eve are here."
"Well, believe it." She smiled.
"I still can't believe I'm talking to Mother Nature herself. I mean, you are the Witch's enemy. More powerful than her and yet, here you are talking to me."
"Well, I'd like to think I'm talking to a friend." Rosie assured, making the boy gasp.
"You'd want to be my friend?"
"Of course. Do you not want to be friends?"
"Of course!" He yelped and immediately choked, "I'm sorry about that, Your Majesty!" He immediately bowed making Rosie laugh.
"It's okay Ollie." She patted his shoulder. "We're friends." The boy looked up at her and gave her a bright smile.
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"That is Cair Paravel, the castle of the five thrones. In one of which you will sit, Peter, as High King. Along with Rosie, Mother Nature as the High Queen." Peter stayed silent, Aslan taking notice, "You doubt the prophecy?"
"No. That's just it. Aslan, I'm not what you all think I am."
"Peter Pevensie, formerly of Finchley. Beaver also mentioned you planned on turning him into a hat." Aslan chuckles, alongside with the older Pevensie. "Peter, there is a Deep Magic, more powerful than any of us that rules over all of Narnia. It defines right from wrong, and governs all our destinies. Yours--and mine."
