When Two Worlds Collide [on hold]

The Ball

Peter stared at his reflection in the mirror. He was wearing a black woolen shirt with mandarin collar and full sleeves gathered into cuffs. His black leather jerkin buckled twice up front, with the front edges overlapping, forming a V-neck. He was wearing black leather trousers and knee-length black boots. He sighed, running his hand through his hair nervousley, making his way to the bed in the middle of the quite room.

A knock on the door caused him to hastily get up. A moment later, Lucy stepped in, dressed in a sleeveless black dress that fell to her feet, a white silk belt was tied above her waist. Her brown hair was tied in a half-up, half-down style. Around her neck was a beautiful necklace with a black stone and Peter saw similar bracelets on her wrists.

"You look beautiful, Lu," Peter said, smiling at his little sister as she sat beside him.

"And you look absolutely handsome, Peter," Lucy replied, her sweet voice excited, "I can't believe that the big day is finally here, we've been  waiting forever!"

Peter sighed and closed his eyes. He felt Lucy hold his hand and squeeze it lightly

Peter nodded slightly and Lucy hugged him tightly before walking out of the room

Peter made his way to the ballrom, when Susan stepped out. Peter was at a loss of words, as he stared at hs sister. Susan was wearing a red strapless, floor-length dress with a white rose in her hand she was smelling from the vase. Her beautiful hair was styled in a bun, with two curls hanging by her ears. A sapphire necklace with matching earrings complimented her outfit. She looked absolutely lovely.

Susan's smile widened when she saw her two siblings. "Good evening Peter, Lucy. It's so exciting isn't it?"

Estella groaned loudly and held her stomach tightly. She felt millions of butterflies flying in there, waiting to get out. She was going to be sick at the Ball. She was sure that she would throw up on someone during the ceremony and embarrass herself completely. Or she was going to faint. Wait, what if she fell dead there?

Her mind had been drawing a long list of all the bad things that could happen since the morning and this was making her sick, more than she already was.

She heard a knock and jumped. Okay, just calm down. She strode over to the door, opening it a crack. It was King Edmund. Estella breathed a sigh of relief.

Edmund poked his head in. "May I come in?" he asked.

"Of course, sorry."  Estella replied noticing she had been staring at Edmund through the crack in the door for a while.

Edmund entered the room and closed the door. He was wearing black dress robes and his hair was well combed. All in all, Estella was impressed by how good-looking the king looked in his simple attire.

He stared at Estella, from head to toe, examining her, and his dark eyes becoming wide with every passing second.

"Milady," Edmund  said, his voice a mixture of awe and admiration, "You look utterly gorgeous."

"Thank you," Estella replied, blushing at the sound of anxiety in her voice.

"Shall we go, now?" Edmund asked, his head cocked slightly to one side.

Estella giggled. "Come, now don't steal your brother's dance, he wouldn't like it all that much."

"Oh believe me, he'd have my head!" Edmund laughed.

"I'll catch up with you later, I need to finish getting ready.

Any minute now. Any minute.

Peter was pacing back and forth outside the hall next to the ballroom. Any minute now, and he would have to go inside. He breathed slowly and nervously, Queen Lucy by his side. He will be esorting the beautiful Princess Estella and every move would be important in Narnian and Archland history.