It has been 2 months since the coronation. I was currently in my room. Lucy and Susan were helping me to get ready, as they were also my bridesmaids.
'It's so exciting', Lucy squeals excitedly, 'Now you will officially be our sister, not that you weren't already.' She giggles. Right now I sat in front of a mirror as Susan finished doing my hair.
'Thanks for helping me get ready', I say, while getting up, 'I must admit, I'm a little nervous.'
'Oh, but you don't need to worry', Susan reassured, placing her hands on my shoulders, 'You look beautiful.'
'Yes', Lucy added, 'And I think that when Peter sees you like this, he's going to love you even more than he already does.' This causes me to blush as they laugh at my reddened face.
'It's time', Susan states, 'are you ready?'
I nodded. We walk towards the throne room where all the attending people are waiting, Peter stands near the thrones with Edmund behind him as best man.
He smiles at me.
It's been 15 years since we arrived in Narnia and got crowned kings and queens. All five of us were chasing a White Stag through the woods. It was said that if you catch it, it will fulfill your greatest wish.
While riding I notice Edmund falling behind, we all slowed down to a walking pace and turned around to go back to where Edmund had stopped, 'Come on, Ed', Susan said.
'Just catching my breath', Edmund stated.
'That's all we'll catch at this rate', I joke.
'What did he say, Alexa?' Lucy questions mockingly.
'You girls stay at the castle', I imitate Edmund by deepening my voice, 'I'll go get the stag myself.' We all laugh as Edmund rolls his eyes.
'What's this?' Peter says as he stopped laughing and gets of his horse, we all follow to see what he is looking at. It's a lamppost but it was almost completely camouflaged by the plants that grew on it.
'Seems familiar', Edmund mumbles.
'It seems like a dream...' Susan added.
'A dream of a dream...' I corrected.
'Spare Oom!' Lucy exclaimed, then ran away in a seemingly random direction.
'Lucy! Not again.' Peter sighed.
'Come on!' Lucy calls back to us.
We follow her into a part of the woods with trees and bushes that stand closer together.
'These aren't branches', Peter mumbled, walking ahead of me. Then I saw it too, 'These are coats!'
then we all end up in what feels like a small room. 'Stop pushing... ah...' Edmund complained, but his voice sounded... different.
The wardrobe door flies open and all five of us fall down on the wooden floor. Peter had fallen onto his side, and as I fell down after him, I fell on top of him, his arm goes around me to prevent me from sliding hard onto the floor. I looked around at the others, we were in the spare room again, young again, as if we'd never left.
The door to spare room opens and the professor walks in. 'Oh, there you are.' the professor says, he narrows his eyes playfully, 'Now what were you all doing in the wardrobe.'
'You wouldn't believe us if we told you, sir.' peter says.
Wordless the professor points down to Peter and me, we follow our gaze to where he was pointing and see our wedding rings, we look at each other, astonished that these were still there.
'Try me', the professor challenges jokingly.
We smiled.
