❝yours truly, genevieve chen... sincerely yours, peter pevensie.❞
a heartbroken woman writes letters to her deceased fiancé... and a deceased king responds to the letters written by his grieving fiancée.
( post the last battle. )
It's Susan writing you now. I found these letters Genevieve has been writing to you for the past year and a half, all tucked away in a jewelry box tied in twine. I felt, given the circumstances, I needed to write one final letter. I'm sure you already know.
Genevieve has passed away. The doctors think it was pneumonia, and after I read her last words, they think Isaac had it as well. They said he was lucky to have survived without medicine. They called that a miracle, despite what happened to her. We knew they weren't feeling well, so Briar and I came over to bring her an herbal remedy Briar cooked up. We found her lying on the ground next to the unfinished letter, but it was too late. She had been gone for a while.
We've just come back from her funeral. We buried her next to you, and next to Lucy and Edmund. The name Pevensie-Chen is on her headstone. We thought that, after everything, she deserved it. She may not have been a Pevensie in life, legally at least, but she's one in death.
Genevieve didn't have a will written up. I don't know if it ever occurred to her, but yesterday, we all got together to talk about what she would have wanted. Her parents will be taking custody of Isaac, but we'll all be helping to raise him. We'll all be a part of his life. If nothing else, we can be certain that's what Genevieve would have wanted for him.
My God, I can't express how unfair this is. You died, Peter, and Genevieve was pregnant and had no idea of it. Now Genevieve is dead and Isaac is an orphan at only a year old. He keeps asking for her. He's too young to remember any of this. He won't remember her. We'll keep her alive in our memories and our stories, Peter, I swear to you. And he'll read all of these letters and he'll know how much she loved him.
Something she used to tell me was it's only a matter of time before she sees you again. She thought there'd be more time than there was. Wherever you are, you take care of her and we'll take care of Isaac.
Maybe Genevieve was right in the first letter. Maybe it is nonsense to write a letter to one who is dead. But maybe letters to the dead don't always go unheard.
Sincerely, Susan Pevensie
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PETER PEVENSIE. ASLAN'S COUNTRY.
Susan,
She's here. My God, Genevieve's here, in Aslan's Country.
After the last letter, the one she never finished, she was suddenly here, standing beside Aslan himself and more confused than she's ever been. He had already explained to her that she was in his country, the very same one we had found ourselves in when we died. I could tell she still didn't understand.
Genevieve saw me and she ran into my arms. We were both sobbing as we held each other for the first time in a year and a half. I couldn't believe she was here. I could hardly hear Aslan's explanation for why she was here, in his country, over our sobs. He said he brought her here because she was my love. My queen.
It took some time for us to calm down. Edmund and Lucy both hugged her but left us alone to talk about everything. She was so worried about Isaac and what would happen to him. She couldn't believe that she had left him without a mother when he already didn't have a father. That was four days ago and she's been frightened not knowing how he is.
After reading your letter, she feels better now knowing he's safe and with her parents and that you all will be there for him because we can't, but I can tell she still feels guilty. I recognize the look in her eyes. It's the same as when I realised I'd left her alone.
Genevieve is now reading all of the responses I wrote to her letters. She never thought I would be writing back from this place and asked me why I did. I told her it was the same reason she wrote hers — because we felt connected to each other this way. It's why you've promised to tell Isaac all the stories, even though we're worlds apart from him. Words and stories keep people alive. It's why we need them. They give us hope.
And hope is something you can never have enough of.
Sincerely yours, Peter and Genevieve Pevensie-Chen
