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what must it be like to grow up that beautiful?
with your hair falling into place like dominoes.
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IVORY SLEPT peacefully in her bed until a faun knocked, gently reminding her that breakfast was about to start. Two years had passed since their arrival in Narnia, during which they had forged alliances and secured peace with neighboring kingdoms.
Today was Ivory's eighteenth birthday, and she anticipated another grand ball hosted by Susan. Susan had adored throwing balls ever since their arrival, insisting that every occasion called for a celebration. At each ball, Ivory and Edmund would always sneak away to the balcony.
Ivory mumbled to herself, "It's too early," still half asleep as she reluctantly got out of bed. The soft morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a gentle glow across her room. She stretched, trying to shake off the remnants of sleep, and moved to the window, pulling back the curtains to let the full morning light flood in.
The castle was quiet, save for the distant sounds of preparation. She dressed quickly, opting for a simple gown suitable for a relaxed morning. As she made her way down the corridor, the familiar scent of fresh bread and brewing tea wafted through the air, coaxing her fully awake.
The hallways of Cair Paravel were adorned with tapestries and sunlight streaming through stained glass windows, creating a kaleidoscope of colors on the stone floors. Ivory's bare feet made soft padding sounds as she walked, enjoying the coolness of the stone underfoot.
"Good morning, Queen Ivory," a faun greeted her with a bow as she passed by. She smiled and nodded, still too groggy for a proper conversation.
Finally, she reached the dining room. The long table was set with a delicious spread of fruits, pastries, and an assortment of breakfast dishes. The windows were open, letting in the fresh morning breeze and the sound of the sea.
Ivory took her seat, savoring the peaceful morning and the company of the siblings. Today was her eighteenth birthday, and she knew that amidst all the royal duties and celebrations, moments like these were what she cherished the most.
Turning a corner, she saw Lucy and Susan ahead, already up and about. Lucy was animatedly discussing something with Susan, who listened with her usual grace and patience.
"Morning, Ivory!" Lucy called out cheerfully, her eyes sparkling with excitement.
"Morning, Lu," Ivory replied with a sleepy smile.
As Ivory sat down at the breakfast table, she reached for a piece of toast just as Edmund did the same. Their hands brushed, and Edmund quickly pulled back, giving her a teasing smirk. Ivory slapped his hand away.
