"luna, luna, don't let em fool ya.
you're right on par with the stars."
or
peter falls for a girl who has lived in her sister's shadow her entire life.
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Luna leans out of her window. The railing digs into her stomach and the cold night air is biting, but she can hardly find it in herself to care. She can smell the bonfire from here, atop the cliffs, and looking down she can just make out the figures of narnians as they dance beside the sea.
How she wishes to join them.
She sighs, then groans, because the railing really is digging into her skin.
Perhaps now would be the time to wander around the castle. After all, it's nearing midnight, and everyone is enjoying the party down by the beach. Luna's own family is known to turn in around ten o'clock, so Luna would think it appropriate to go exploring.
She dresses in a thin, emerald robe, to cover her muslin nightgown, and grabs the lantern off of her writing desk. With bare feet lightly tapping the stone floor, she exits her room in search of something exciting. Perhaps a map room.
What she finds is a parlor, and in it the eldest queen. "Your Majesty?" Luna holds the lantern in front of her face. "Forgive me, I thought you would be at the beach."
Susan smiles. She's extraordinarily beautiful, with pearly skin and freckles that pass ever-so-delicately across her nose. Luna knows she's the most sought-after woman in the kingdom, and she can't help but think it has little to do with her status and more to do with the fact that she is as beautiful as she is kind.
She offers Luna a smile, rosy lips drawn up. "Touché, Lady Luna. Did Pete chicken out in giving you an invitation?"
Luna feels her stomach clench. Her head pounds at the thought of the beach. How she could race down and dance with everyone. It'd be so delightful. "He hand delivered it, actually. I- uh- I told him I wasn't going to come."
Susan pats the empty spot next to her on her chaise. "Sit, please."
Luna does so, and she realizes that Susan also has a view of the shore from her window, and this one is even clearly than hers. She wills herself to look away. "It's not that I'm ungrateful-"
"Your mother is overzealous in her efforts," The queen says, not harshly. "I believe you and Gloria are two different women indeed, and your mother cannot come to terms with the fact."
Luna swallows down a retort; something to try and defend her mother's pride, but all efforts feel too heavy against her throat. "I'm afraid I embarrass her. Whatever lady I am, it's not the lady she wants the world to know her by. I'd sooner face her wrath than be myself at any dance or party."
Susan reaches forward and clasps Luna's hand in her own. "I won't tell if you won't. And I know three siblings who adore keeping secrets."
Luna feels the sisterly squeeze of Susan's hand and wants to relish in the feeling forever. "Do you mean it? You'll cover for me?"
