"Peter." I whispered, as I looked around. There were five stacks of hay, sticks, and vines, duplicating five chairs perfectly. Atop the third chair though, was a beautiful tiara woven from vine.
The snow falling around the scene made it look like a dream. Flowers cluttered the ground in front of the third chair and I clasped a hand over my mouth upon seeing they were my favorite, Daisies.
"What..how..." I stuttered.
"Don't you get it?" He asked.
I thought for a moment before the thought hit me. "Your thrones from Narnia." He nodded, smiling.
"But there are four of you and five chairs."
He smiled again, walking towards the first chair, pointing at it. "Edmund sits here and at the opposite end is Lucy's. Susan's is beside Lucy's and..."
I cut him off with a question. "What about the other two?"
He looked down at his feet for a moment. "Well... mine is beside Edmunds and yours is in the middle. "
I shook my head and covered my mouth. "Why am I in the middle. Your the high king."
He walked toward me and placed the tiara on my head gently. "I just figured you should be in the middle, because without you it's just....." He trailed off, blushing.
I nodded and threw my arms around him. "Thank you. "
I felt him shake his head. "All I did was stack up some hay and tie some vine together. "
I laughed softly. "No. Thank you for the best Christmas I've ever had. "
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The New Warrior (Book 1)
FanfictionMagdalen Toiner is just your average sixteen year old, except for the fact that her four best friends were once the kings and queens of Narnias' Golden Age. She'd heard the stories a million and one times from all the Pevensie children, but never ac...
