( 𝗖𝗨𝗥𝗥𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗟𝗬 𝗨𝗡𝗗𝗘𝗥 𝗘𝗗𝗜𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗚 )
𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇
⸻ Cordelia Winterbourne's ordinary life with her mother was shattered by the onset of war, prompting Cordelia's mother to make a gut-wrenching decision by sending her daughter away for...
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Glancing at myself in the mirror genuinely surprised me, to be honest.
A maid from the castle graciously provided me with a new dress, one-inch heels, and a cape, which I was wearing now, for the coronation that Aslan had arranged for me and the Pevensies.
It was a long, flowing white dress with flowy sleeves, accompanied by a cape draped around my shoulders, cascading down my back.
My white locks were elegantly curled and intricately braided into a half-up, half-down style.
I examined myself one last time in the mirror before departing from my chamber. The quiet hallway echoed with the faint sound of my white one-inch heels as I walked toward the coronation.
Following Aslan's instructions, the Pevensies had already gone ahead, leaving me to make my way there alone.
I stood before the large doors, letting out a heavy sigh before pushing it open, revealing the centaurs on each side of the aisle, raised their sword in the air in respect. The other Narnians were on the back, watching us.
I took a steady breath, my heart racing as I stepped forward, each movement careful, the soft whispers of the hall following me. The centaurs on either side shifted aside, their strong presence framing my path like silent guardians.
The Pevensies sat poised upon their thrones, calm and regal, while Aslan stood nearby, exuding quiet authority. All eyes seemed to watch me, but mine were fixed on one figure above all.
Then, our eyes met. Edmund’s gaze lingered, a mixture of awe and admiration reflected in his expression. For a fleeting moment, the world around us faded, the murmurs of the hall, the flickering torchlight, the expectant stares, all reduced to nothing as I locked eyes with him, feeling the unspoken connection that had grown between us.
Standing before the vacant throne in the center, I halted, mirroring the Pevensies’ stance, yet fully aware that this moment—this entrance—was ours alone.
The King of Narnia then commenced the coronation, "To the glistening Eastern Sea, I present Queen Lucy the Valiant."
A smile crossed my face as the beavers approached, carrying our crowns atop a fancy pillow, accompanied by a faun I assumed was Mr. Tumnus.
Younger Pevensie graciously lowered her head as Mr. Tumnus approached with a crown, placing it gently upon her head, a look of pride shining in his eyes.
"To the great Western Wood, King Edmund The Just," Aslan proclaimed. Glancing to my right, I witnessed the brunette Pevensie gracefully bowing as Mr. Tumnus adorned him with a crown.
Once the faun departed, Edmund returned to his posture, casting a smug smile in my direction. I chuckled softly at him, shaking my head, before facing forward.
