There was a kingdom. Wild and free. Its citizens ranged from strong humans to wealthy boars. Every creature had a voice, a life and a right to live. This kingdom was created by the great lion. A heavenly figure few had ever seen. The lion, Aslan, created his kingdom in his own image. Woods, deserts, lakes, coastlines and more. Creatures of all shapes and sizes lived to serve the great lion.
Sat in the capital of this kingdom was a bustling town. People lived and worke and created lives for themselves in the city. It sat on the coast, overlooking the bright blue Eastern Sea. Mermaids called its waters home; swimming and waving at ships that carried goods from the Lone Islands and beyond. Meanwhile, the streets were filled with people. Lords and servants walking and talking, children running with grins, women in the shops and carrying baskets.
The stone covered streets of the city led up to a cliff, where the castle Cair Paravel sat in its magnificent glory. A white marble palace, littered with fountains and flowers on its grounds. Wide arches and windows covered its walls; the front gates never closed. Always open to the people.
The throne room was long. Lines of pillars on both ends that led up to a set of stairs where five thrones sat. A stained beautiful glass mosaic of a lion sat behind them. The sun creating a colorful glow around the room as it brought the photo to life.
Sat at the leftmost throne was Edmund Pevensie. The youngest king. Known for his knowledge in war tactics and strategies, he was the best warrior the world had ever seen. Beside him sat King Caspian, who married the eldest Pevensie sister.
On the right sat Queen Lucy, the youngest of the group, and the most beloved of the nation. Beside her was Susan Pevensie, the most well read woman in the kingdom. Known for her knowledge and genius mind.
In the middle was the high king, the leader of this great nation. The man hand picked by the great lion himself to lead his country. His name was Peter. A gold haired young man who loved his kingdom and family more than anything else. He would give his life for it, as everyone would give their lives for him.
These are the monarchs, and Narnia is their country.
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