#Edmund is Peter's personal protector

[h-a-r-m-o-n-i-a]

Edmund*to himself*: Why are you so worried? He is Peter the Magnificent, king of the Narnia and your older brother after all...

Also Edmund five seconds later*grabbing his sword*: He is not gonna survive this!

[sweetpandorabox]

Peter Pevensie as a Boyfriend ⚔️🛡️

⋆ ˚｡ ⋆୨sweetpandorabox୧⋆ ˚｡ ⋆

⋘ 𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑎…⋙

Warnings ⚠️: Slight mentioned of sexual themes and some spicy stuff.

Dating this incredibly attractive, loyal protector and brave older Pevensie sibling could include:

👑👱🏻‍♂️🏰

He's really protective of you and often expresses how much he loves and cares for you, so much so that if anyone even tries to come close to hurting you by words or physically he won't hesitate to eliminate them.

He's quite a gentleman and believes that he has to take care of all the ladies in his life including his Mother, Susan, Lucy, and especially you. He would offer his arm when the two of you are waking together, he would bow to you when he greets you and he never lets you carry anything, Peter has that timeless chivalry personality about him.

Sword fighting lessons with him only for it to turn into an extremally spicy make-out session after, because of the build-up of sexual tension over time and the fact that he always wins with him pinning you down on the floor without even trying.

You are the only one that can calm him down after he blows up after fighting with his sibling or is stressing out about ruling Narnia.

He would see you falling asleep nearby the entrance of the castle waiting for him to return from a patrol ride around Narnia which he finds to be the most precious thing, then he'll pick you up in his arm and carry you to sleep in his bedroom and not your own one.

He calls you cute nicknames like Darling, Pretty, Lovely, or Princess.

Likes when you call him Pete, Darling, Sugar, or Your Highness (He likes when you call him that because it sounds so seductive coming from your mouth).

His love language is probably Acts of Services, sure he loves a good PDA once in a while and all the things you both did together as a date, but he's a natural server and protector. He shows his love by protecting you, making sure you're fed well and healthy, or the little things like helping you take off your gown, brushing your hair for you, or helping bathe you.

Ask for your input before making a big decision because he trusts you and relies on you for support especially if he has to debate it with his siblings first.

Horseback riding around the beach in Cair Paravel to watch the sunset, but the both of you would ride and share one horse with you sitting and wrapping your arm around his torso, while he leads the horse.

Whenever he sees you doing something and looks about busy he comes up behind you, and turns you to face him by spinning you around by the waist before caressing your cheek softly and then pulling you into a sweet yet passionate kiss.

He requests you specifically when he's hurt/injured after a battle or some tough fight training days to take care of him, like cleaning his wounds, being there to kiss him, holding his hand to lessen the pain, or performing some oral sex on him if he's in the mood (😏) instead of choosing his other loyal servants.

The two of you are always smiling around each other before it erupts into a fit of laughter out of nowhere ending up with you and Pete on the floor dying.

Lucy and Edmund would catch the both of you kissing or showing PDA somewhere then they'd look at each other and get grossed out saying "Eww" or "Get a room you two, there's a billion inside this castle", then you and Pete would somehow share the same mindset and start teasing them by kissing even more, or exaggerating the PDA until both Lucy and Edmund can't take anymore and run off, giving you and Pete a good laugh after.

When it comes to sex he's very gentle with you making sure to put you first before himself, despite how much you drive him crazy with lust because of how attractive you are to him, so it's mostly slow, passionate sex but he does love giving you a good hickey mark all over your neck and chest area or when you give him a bit of ear play to get him turned on.

He's actually quite funny intentionally most of the time and can be quite sassy as well which you find hilarious especially when he's annoyed, hungry, or frustrated.

Let's you wear and steal his white long-sleeve tunic for bed instead of proper pajamas because it looks adorable on you and fits slightly larger.

He falls for your cute puppy eyes every time, even if he says no multiple times or refuses your request at this moment it always works and he always says "Oh come on don't do this to me Darling" but then you'd plead and he would sigh before smiling and boom he says yes.

He never goes to sleep without solving a fight and he wouldn't let you sleep either until the both of you have a makeup kiss.

He doesn't seem to be the jealous type on the inside because he hides it so well from you, but when he sees someone staring at you for more than 5 seconds he rolls his eyes and kisses you out of nowhere.

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[kingorqueenofnarnia]

Narnia headcanons

High King Peter the Magnificent

Was the only one that got married out of the four siblings. He married for love, which is extremely rare for Royalty. He had no children, but he loved his spouse/(s) dearly (you may hc his spouse to be of any gender you'd like. Personally, i think Peter is bi.)

Epithets given to him by the narnians include but are not limited to: the Dragon Spirited King, King Peter the Kind-Hearted, Protector of the People, et cetera.

A few of his unofficial titles given to him by people from surrounding countries are: the Warmonger King, the Berserker, and the Bloody Barbarian. He had a reputation of fighting bloody wars and emerging victorious, and was feared all over the Mainland.

Earned the epithet the Bloody Barbarian because he wore blood red war paint on his face every time he rode to battle. It began right under his eyebrows, fanned out over his temples and down to his cheekbones. His blue eyes shone like gemstones against the dark colour; it made him look like terrifying.

Had long hair— it reached the back of his knees at its longest, but he got caught in a fire and had to have it cut to above his shoulders right before they fell out of Narnia.

Became obsessed with braids when he saw dryads braiding each other's hair the day after the coronation. He set up a tradition for himself— with every battle or duel he won, he would add one braid to his hair. It looked very intricate, and the braid count reached close to forty by the time he fell out of Narnia.

Had severe PTSD from all the wars he fought and from being a child ruler. He hid away when the terrors hit, either in the royal library or in Lucy's chambers. He wouldn't speak for hours and hours, and only got brought out of his thoughts when all his siblings gathered to form a cuddle pile to warm him up.

The chief battle strategist of Narnia, taught by Oreius and assisted heavily by Lucy. Came up with truly ingenious plans and formations. From this, stemmed his love for chess. You would often find him and Susan or Edmund holed up in a corner of the castle with a chessboard between them. He and Lucy refused to play each other, because they knew each other's strategising style too well and the battle on the board always came to a stalemate.

An Old Man at heart, truly. He loved to sleep early and wake up with the sun and have a nice, hot cup of well steeped tea as he listened to one of the castle servants read out the news of the day. Early nights and calm mornings were his favourite. Sadly, he did not often get either of those.

Epitome of academic jock. Very well read and had lots of knowledge and always studied diligently, but he preferred being out on the battlefield or in the arena with Rhindon in his hand and his shield on his arm. Introduced rugby to Narnia, and was the Jousting Champion at the annual Inter-kingdom tournaments for eight years straight til Edmund finally gave in to his pestering and participated, and took the trophy home.

His favourite subjects are History, Strategy and— weirdly enough— the Languages. He and Susan especially enjoy calligraphy. Both of them have extensive collections of luxury writing instruments and inks.

Had so many titles that he started hating writing formal missives by the fifth year of his reign. It was too tedious to write out all of them, so he simply hired a court scribe and called it a day. Even now, he considers hiring that faun the greatest idea he ever had.

[cateyesinlove]

MY Narnia hyper fixation coming back in 2024 the year of our lord and Savior Aslan- Jesus Christ? Yes, very likely.

This is just a small what if mixed with AU prince Caspain movie

Narnia; What if Peter had a Spouse

Gn significant other for Peter

I am an enthusiast of angst so I cannot help to think about how many lovers Lucy and Edmund probably left behind in Narnia( I usually imagine Lucy being pan and poly and Edmund being bi since I mean we all saw the movies 😏 bombastic side eye!) what if Susan had been engaged to a good man who cared for her and it was a good alliance, someone she saw herself loving some day and of course if Peter had been married.

It was a normal day in Cair Paravel when the Siblings never came back from their hunt. Peters's spouse was hosting the weekly tea with their sibling's partners when a frantic fawn ran into the room to inform them that the kings and queens had disappeared

how Peter's spouse was the person everyone else went to when the Pevensies didn't show up after a week, and how they were now in charge of Narnia since they were now King/ Queen Regent.

How they have to deal with the distraught significant others of the Pevensies and have to watch Lucy's girlfriend/s searching high and low, sky and sea's for her but never finding anything until they give up in the one year anniversary of their disappearance.

Edmunds significant other shutting themselves, starting to miss the weekly tea and lunch peters has been holding for years now and then just stop coming over to the palace at all and avoiding everyone until they aren’t heard of again.

And the worst of it all dealing with the fallout of Susan’s engagement.

A man whom everyone learned to care for and came to see as a friend turned cruel and unreasonable, demanding Peter’s spouse marry him in retribution so his kingdom would continue its alliance with Narnia.

Peters's spouse is so overwhelmed not able to decide if they should accept or not, On one hand, they still hold hope their spouse and siblings would come back but on the other, they were the only protector left of Narnia which meant they had to do everything in their power to protect their subject and do what was best for the kingdom. Finally, Oreius is the one to hold a meeting with everyone close to the Royal family to talk to Peter's spouse and make them see Peter nor Susan would expect them to marry, and neither did any of the Narnians who loved their ruler, the one who stayed and has been taking care of them.

They finally reach a decision to reject the marriage proposal and offer instead a trading alliance between the kingdoms. It's accepted but no one ever sees Susan's ex-betroth in Cair Paravel again.

Later that same year Peter's spouse receives a visit from none other than Aslan himself. They are sitting on the beach having what they remember Edmund calling an existential crisis, their guards are away at a respectable distance when they feel someone sitting next to them and when they look there he is, in all his glory- Aslan.

The lion sits and listens to the current ruler of Narnia cry their heart out offering a small nudge hoping to give some comfort. Once they have calmed down Aslan lays down next to them and observes the sunset, and as the sun hits the water on the horizon he finally speaks.

" They are destined to come back," he says and turns to look at them.

Peter's spouse looks up at Aslan, " What?"

" As you heard my child," he replies eyes never leaving the horizon, " The kings and Queens are destined to be back but," he stops turning his head, and looks them in the eyes. " not for years and years to come"

"I'll be gone by then," they say knowing what Aslan hinted at.

" And they will be lost," he says, " confused and scared."

" Is there a way I can..." they speak, not really understanding what they are asking but knowing in their heart, that they are asking for a second chance.

" There is," Aslan said, hesitation in their tone," but it will cost you greatly. "

They waited for more still looking at Aslan.

The lion sighed, " If you wish to wait for them, I can help with that but you would leave Narnia without a ruler. I could freeze your body and send you into a deep sleep only to be awakened when the rightful rulers of Narnia are back."

It dawns on them for a moment before accepting.

They make preparations and a council is placed in line for when the spell is to take place. They say their goodbyes to everyone, their family and friends, and their most loyal guards, a small order is formed that will take care of them in their slumber; The order of the Firebird.

They lay down in a bed full of their favorite flowers and all their friends are their surround them, Aslan walks in and whispers something to them and then gently blows in their face and they are swept into a dreamland.

Years pass and wars happen, by the time of Prince Caspian thousands of years have passed, and many orders of the Firebird have come and gone but always to come back loyal to their ruler and cause.

It's a calm morning in spring when a gasp is heard from the bed where the enchanting Ruler of old Narnia resides. They sit up in the bed and gasp for air as they hold their throat.

It's time, they look around their room confused since this looked nothing like their chambers in Cair Paraval,

 as they tried to stand up their knees give in and they crashed to the floor thats when some guards came running in, guards that looked nothing like their friends who they last saw. 

“ Your Majesty!” they all exclaimed rushing to their side and helping them up. 

“Thank you” They thanked the guards softly as they hold on to them, feeling their body so when suddenly their was a paused in the air, the unspoken fact, they were back- Peter was back. The guards looked expectenly at them waiting for an other or something. They shoved their hands into the pocket in their outfit taking out a golden firefly that immediately glowed and shot into the sky waiting for the party to follow it. 

“Lets find our Kings and Queens” they spoke with a huge smile.

In a hurry the guards prepared horses and cavalry to escort them and find the Kings and Queens, ridding in a centaur who claimed to be a descendant of  Oreius,  they learn that it had been years- thousands actually, they were currently at war and that most of the hope had been lost, the order of the Firebirds and the rebellion were the last of what remained of old Narnia. 

The firefly finally arrived at the destination from the back of Andreas- the centaur who kindly offer to let them ride in their back- they could see a bunch of Narnian’s and… humans, humans who looked exactly like their husband and siblings, a human who was holding Peters sword, a human with the same golden hair that they had run their fingers through every night. 

It was him, their husband, their king, it was..

“PETER!” They shouted jumping out of the centaurs back and landing in the ground not caring about falling or tripping, their only goal to reach their husband. Peter turns around not caring about the man infront of him and runs in their direction. 

Their small guard follows them swiftly, banners and swords drawn surrounding the stranger who has their sword drawn on their King, protecting them. 

Peter reaches them first and hugs them arms around their shoulders, heart beating threatening to burst out of his chest and gripping into the material of their cloths. 

“ You are here,” They whisper and sobs. 

Peter is in tears and tightens the grip on them. “ So are you.” 

They separate from the hug and they caresse Peters's face, tears running down their faces matching Peters. “ You look just like the day we met,” They say softly and chuckle a bit. 

Peter sobs and nuzzles into their palm, “ And you look just like the day I lost you.”

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here it is everyone! hope you enjoyed it! it's a small thing that has been in my mind since I was literally a child. I might develop the idea more but it would be with an actual character but I wanted to put it out to the world first as something anyone can see themselves or their character in!

[rainintheevening]

Envoys to Archenland

Rumours and stories had already come trickling and flying over the passes to Anvard, mostly through the Narnians who had once fled the Witch’s winter.

But still it was a surprise when a page came into breakfast with a letter of introduction from:

"Sir Renard and the raven Carrisol, Envoys of Their Majesties the Kings and Queens of Narnia."

King Lune raised his eyebrows at his wife. "Kings and queens? Whatever can they mean?"

"What sort of person is this Sir Renard?" Queen Celeste asked the page boy, still standing by the table.

"He is a fox, your majesty."

A fox he certainly was, when they met him in the throne room an hour later. Sleek and ruddy, keen eyes that surveyed the room, and a confident tilt to his head. The raven hopped beside him, as they both came forward and bowed.

"Your majesties," said the fox, "we come to you in Archenland as envoys sent from Narnia, from the High King Peter, the Queen Susan, the King Edmund, and the Queen Lucy."

"We come in peace and friendship," continued the raven, his croaking voice echoing in the high ceiling, "with hope for the renewal of old treaties, and the return of the goodwill that had long existed between our lands."

"So it is true then!" Queen Celeste leaned forward, her excitement drawing a smile from the king. "The Witch’s reign has ended and the winter is over?"

"Indeed, your majesty." Sir Renard smiled, white teeth gleaming. "Slain by Aslan Himself."

Just the name 'Aslan' caused a thrill to run through the room, and King Lune's heart beat quicker in his breast.

"It was He who called the Four from the Worlds Beyond, and crowned them Lords and Ladies of Cair Paravel, jewel above the eastern sea."

Carrisol hopped in place twice, excitement getting the better of him. "When Aslan bares His teeth, winter meets it's death! So it was written on the High King’s sword, and so it is! This, your majesties, is the age of restoration!"

"Astonishing," Queen Celeste murmured. "Can anyone here recall a time before the reign of the White Witch?"

"A hundred years, and the curse broken." King Lune shook his head in wonderment. He himself had only just reached 30, and his father had died not five years prior having seen less than 80 years. Lune had never visited Narnia, only heard the terrible stories from a handful of Narnian creatures who had escaped to join the Archen court.

"And so in peace and friendship we welcome you," he said aloud. "We will hear the whole story at luncheon, if you will take it with us."

"Certainly, your majesties." Both fox and raven bowed low.

"But briefly." Queen Celeste leaned forward, curiosity getting the better of her. "These kings and queens. There are four of them you said? How is this possible? Who are they? What are they like?"

A laugh from the fox, quickly stifled by a swift peck from the raven.

"Ah, pardon, your highness." Sir Renard regained his dignity with a quick shake of his body. "They are brothers and sisters, called from another world into this land to sit in the four thrones at Cair Paravel, and rule us by Aslan's decree."

"But what are they like?"

King Lune did not try to hide his own smile, but he too was eager for a clearer picture of these new monarchs.

Renard and Carrisol looked at one another for a moment, before the raven tilted his head.

"You have known them since the first days, Renard."

The fox sat back on his haunches, thoughtful. "They are young, your majesties. The eldest has seen but sixteen winters. They are not royalty in their own world, and have a lot to learn of rulership and courtly business. As do we all," he added, with a rueful grin. "So we learn together. And truly these half-grown cubs are... extraordinary.

"The High King Peter is a fierce protector, brave and quick to act. His heart is great, his sight is keen, and his sword is sharp. Even in these few months, he has loved us and our land with his sweat and his blood and his tears. He is one I would follow into the very fires of the Underworld."

"So would we all!" croaked Carrisol fervently.

"The Queen Susan, now," Renard went on. "Gentle Aslan called her, and gentle her hands can be. She is the motherly one, making sure all are heard and cared for, and very much the mistress of the castle. But she has no little skill with a bow, and does not hesitate to defend her family when her gentle words have failed."

He fell quiet then, eyes cast down for long enough to cause unease to creep into the room, but he raised his head as Queen Celeste drew in her breath to speak.

"His Majesty, King Edmund is wise beyond his years, swift to see that which is not shown, and hear that which is not said. His story is his own to tell, but I can say that though he followed after the Witch in the first days of their coming to Narnia, he learned the error of his way, and was restored by Aslan, showing great bravery in the Battle of Beruna against the Witch. He is his brother's beloved right hand, and shows mercy in ways I do not think I ever could. He too would I follow wherever he might ask."

There was something in the fox's tone that Celeste could not understand, something suggestive of far more than was said. But her heart squeezed with sympathy for a boy gone astray and brought back. She wondered who their parents were, and if they still lived in that other world.

"As for our Queen Lucy," and Renard's voice lightened, "why her laughter makes the trees dance. She is small, but strong in hope. She is like a light, and she brings healing wherever she goes. She cares for all, even the smallest, most forgotten creatures, and all love her in return."

"Indeed we do!" agreed Carrisol.

"They do sound extraordinary," said King Lune after a respectful pause. "We look forward to hearing more at the noon hour."

"Indeed, your majesties." Both bowed low again. "King Lune, Queen Celeste."

As they were shown out of the audience chamber to rejoin their centaur escorts in the courtyard, the raven Carrisol was heard to remark, "Very nice, decent people they are."

And Sir Renard answered, "Indeed. I think the Four will be very glad to know them."

[shadowbender19]

Jaune's "Narnia" Moment

Apparently I'm not the only one who got Narnia flashbacks to Jaune's de-aging. Personally I'm glad they brought him back in line with the others ages, and I think he should get the chance to grow back into his 'older self' alongside his team.

But back to Narnia because I love it.

The first we see of Peter and Edmund at the beginning of Prince Caspian is them in a fistfight. They hate being kids again, being helpless in a world made for grown ups. We see it again at the beginning of Dawn Treader too.

I think Jaune should get to snap, specifically at the adults, especially after Ironwood. He was older for so long, he was The Protector of an entire village, he was The Rusted Knight. No more young inexperienced hunter who lets others say whats best.

And yeah, all of them have problems with authority, but I really want to see it manifest in Jaune.

Can't wait for someone to *try* and tell him whats best for him or his friends.

[dapurinthos]

hey it’s out in new zealand, that’s my break and i’ve had this draft waiting for, like, two weeks.

some notes on the codenames (source x) that blood of eden uses for the lyctors

all of the blood of eden codenames for the lyctors are based on mythical weapons, the exception being source aegis (athena’s shield, sometimes featuring the gorgon’s head), but it does make sense upon reconsideration because gideon was not the person the codename was meant for, it was pyrrha, and what is a cavalier if not a protector of their necromancer? it makes much more sense for pyrrha to be the source aegis referred to as wake’s informant, especially since we learned that phyrra was the one who instigated the relationship, not gideon prime.

source piotra took me a moment because it’s a version of the name peter and i was just ??? about it because i was not exposed to anything to do with christian religion until i moved to newfoundland and had to start religious studies in the middle of fifth grade. however, there is a legendary sword that was used by the apostle peter, which is said by some to have been brought by joseph of arimathea to britain, at the same time the poznañ archcathedral (the oldest polish cathedral, settling why the name is piotra, the polish version of peter) displays the copy of the supposed blade itself, a roman gladius with a spaded end.

joyeuse for mercymorn—did blood of eden know her simply as the saint of joy first, given that mercymorn wanted their names to be forgotten and not used, and thus codenamed her after a sword containing the word ‘joy’? joyeuse itself is the legendary sword of charlemagne, the first holy roman emperor, and described in the song of roland. the blade used at the coronation of french kings is claimed to be joyeuse and has been altered over the centuries before being displayed in the louvre today.

cassiopeia continues the mythological swords theme by being named source gram after the sword of sigurd, known as gramr in old norse, which was used to slay a dragon in the volsunga saga. as for why? i’m going to go with the proto-indo-european serpent slaying myth to connect them, cassiopeia being the mother of andromeda who was staked out and left for the sea monster kētŏs (who is not a kraken, thank you very much for inserting that idea into popular culture, clash of the titans), who was also described as a sea serpent, given the similarities between serpents and dragons in greek myth.

now, as for cytherea, source chrysaor. i was confused because i kept looking at chrysaor the mythological person before smacking myself upside the head and recalling the faerie queene by edmund spenser where chrysaor is a sword wielded by sir artegall. sir artegall, the embodiment of justice, the champion of justice. and justice, to blood of eden, is ‘the vengeance of the ten billion,’ it is justice to ‘kill the emperor and burn his houses.’ in cytherea’s own words. (there is also demeter’s title khrusaôros, referring to the golden blades of wheat, and cytherea’s return to the first house is to harvest the seeds planted during the past ten thousand years, to cut down the heirs of the nine houses in the same way wheat is cut.)

[asheslikestardust]

Dawn

Lucy smiles and its like the sun breaking over the horizon. You'd find her dipping her toes into the frigid sea that lies in the shadow of Cair Paravel before her siblings even stir in their beds; greeting the merfolk and breathing in the salty sea air.

She'd collect pearly seashells as she walks along the stretch of the sandy beach and watches the sky turn from silvery pink to golden blue. Sometimes, Mr. Tumnus would join her and they'd frolic with the merfolk, running and chasing and swimming, both laughing madly.

More often than not, however, Lucy would run down to the beach alone, and listen to the world sleep.

Her bedroom has a bay window that houses an impressive collection of seashells, each gleaming in the stream of sunlight like sparkling gemstones.

She'd dance and twirl in the waves at low tide and watches the sea from afar at high tide and laughs as the salty spray of water drenches her hair and her nightgown.

Sea water clings to her eyelashes like tears, her hair falls in a golden sheet down her back and necklaces of coral and seaweed loop around her throat; colours of the sea resplendent against the pure white of her nightgown - gifts of affection and respect from the merfolk to the Queen who always reciprocated in kind.

By the time the sun rises in the sky and her people awake, Queen Lucy the Valiant would be slipping back into her chambers, with sparkling eyes and a giddy smile, ready to take on the new day.

Midday

Peter was, above all else, a great listener. It was hard not to be, what with being the eldest of four chatterbox siblings.

People would assume Edmund to be the quiet brother of the two of them and they'd be very much mistaken.

Peter was not very comfortable on his throne (and who would be- its all twisted metal and sharply cut gemstones and heats horribly in the summers-) but looking at him you'd never know it.

He doesn't lounge, but doesn't sit stiffly either; his shoulders are relaxed and his hands rest easily on the carved armrests.

His gaze is always warm and inviting and his smile is kind and those who come to him for counsel often forget he wears a crown at all.

Fauns and drayads and centaurs from all corners of Narnia come to pay homage to the High King. They arrive in awe and slight fear of meeting King Peter the Magnificent, High King over all Kings in Narnia, Knight of the Most Noble Order of the Lion; but leave cheerful and contented, with the feeling of being wrapped in a warm hug, having met Peter, the friend, the brother, the mother-hen.

There is a skylight in the war rooms of Cair Paravel that lets the overhead sun bathe maps and other assorted weapons scattered on tables in the circular room in a strong, golden light. In these rooms, Peter's whole stance changes.

The friendly countenance and smiling eyes are no where to be seen and the hardened warrior who fought the White Witch blade-to-wand takes his place.

Peter wields his sword like an extension of his own arm. The red lion on his shield glistens like fresh blood in heat of the afternoon sun and Peter's metal chainmail clinks as he goes round and round and round the training field, fending off opponents from all sides.

Fearsome opponents they are too, for Lucy is swift and sure and Susan is as lethal as she is graceful and when Edmund and Philip team up, it is best to stay far, far away; but Peter did not become Emperor of the Lone Islands with luck alone and he is at his strongest with his sword, Rhindon, in his hand and defeats them all easily.

Their laughter echoes against the warm castle walls, joyful and bright, and Peter's is the loudest of all as he wrestles with his brother and playfully glares at his sisters, courtly manners and graces all but forgotten in the balmy summer air.

Twilight

Edmund was a diplomat. He was as trained in the art of wordcraft as he was in the art of warfare.

Peter insisted that all the griping and complaining Edmund did when they were younger was now helping him deal with whiny nobles from Archenland and Galma who did nothing but gripe and complain. Edmund's response was to flip him the bird.

He was cultured, refined and smooth in the company of ambassadors; deflecting certain questions, answering others with brutal honesty. Susan was so proud of him.

He was honest, honourable and humble in the company of knights. He told amusing tales and sang amusing songs in the light of the campfire, he looked out for his knights and heard their worries.

He shared their joys and their sorrows, he played as many pranks on his fellows-in-arms as they played on him, he fought for them and bled for them and they knew he would die for them as they would for him.

He was beloved, not only by his knights, but also by the people of Lantern Waste, and Peter couldn't be prouder.

He slipped into masks as easily as breathing, from King to Knight to Judge to Friend to Symbol to Myth to Lover to Guardian to Warrior, but his favourite was Brother, when he let go off all his duties at the end of the day and simply - fell into a chair with all the grace of an uncooked pancake.

When he could sit in one of the many balconies of Cair Paravel, curl up with his siblings, and watch the sun set in a blaze of colour.

When he could watch the sky paint the sea and the castle in shades of blue.

When everything was still and peaceful and it felt like everyone is holding their breath - just before the first fireflies emerged from the trees, glowing softly, illuminating Lucy's sleepy face.

When he could just be Ed - not King Edmund the Just, Duke of Lantern Waste, Count of the Western March and who knew what else; Ed, brother and friend and current victim of Peter's latest prank, Ed, beloved by his family - and that was more than enough for him.

And when he resists punching Peter in the face for painting his black curls a startling green? Well. That's when Lucy's proudest of all.

Midnight

Susan was an open book. She was beautiful and charming and graceful and clever and everyone agreed she was a perfect lady with perfect manners and perfect posture, just perfect, perfect, perfect.

Heads would turn as she walked past, hair braided with flowers, silken dress whispering against the carpeted halls, and people would come up to her to sing her praises and she would never refute them, just smile gently and thank them sincerely, from the bottom of her heart.

People from other lands would look at her, Queen Susan the Gentle, in all her beauty and finery, so elegant, so pure next to her calloused and scarred brothers and sister and think her the weakest link of the four, and she would smile, all sharp teeth, and let them continue to think so.

She let them see the porcelin doll of a surface and think that's all there is to her, let them never look beyond into the wild storm of deadly claws and broken glass that lay behind her eyes, the always sharp quiver of arrows that lay in her room, the curved bow that rested strung and polished by her bedside, the jagged edge ivory hairpins that hold up her hair even now.

Let them never guess that even a single petal from one of the flowers wound in her braid could incapacitate a fully grown man if ingested; that the shoes she wore under her dress weren't delicate heels but steel toed boots, that her dress was more of an armory than evening wear, that her brothers and sisters may triumph over their foes under the light of day but she did the same in the cover of night.

She was as lethal as she was beautiful, as vicious as she was charming; level headed, with a good mind for strategy, the only one who could beat her at chess was Edmund and oh so very protective of her family and her people.

Lucy once compared her to a mother bear. Susan, sweet, gentle Susan, who knew exactly how to use her looks and her words, who used the title Alsan has bestowed upon her to stay out of sight and out of mind, who had set up the most comprehensive secret police service Narnia had ever known (take notes, White Witch), grinned wickedly and answered that mother bears should be compared to her.

Susan was brilliant and radiant and careful and cunning. She was the most loving and nurturing person her people ever had the pleasure of knowing.

She was as mysterious as the night, and the Narnians, unlike dignitaries from overseas, knew she wasn't an open book at all. Nor was she a puzzle waiting to be solved.

She was simply Queen Susan, their Protector. Queen Susan, who reigned destruction down on those who threatened the land she loved so dearly.

They did not adore her as they did Queen Lucy, did not swear loyalty to her as they did King Edmund, did not feel overwhelming awe and affection for her as they did King Peter, but they respected her and cherished the pages of the short life she shared with them forevermore.

[dancingdryads]

Okay you know why I love the Pevensies? I mean besides the fact that they are all hilarious, savage, and can also beat you up without breaking a sweat. I love them because they choose to be happy and light. 

Like take Lucy, she’s what 7? Already close to a war that could take her dad, could take everyone. Then she gets sent to a weird place without her mom (I’m sorry I didn’t want to be without my parents for more than like a week until I was at least 16) and then she finds this magical world with a creepy witch who just hates Christmas and doesn’t let there be spring, and she’s like guys I made a friend! Is she dumb? NO. Lucy is smart and capable and manages to run a country just fine after this. She WATCHES Aslan die. She sees that their greatest chance for hope is completely gone and she still knows that they have things to do to help Narnia. She is shown as the one closest to Aslan often, she sees him the most, but that also means she feels that separation most. And how does she turn out? Her first descriptor as an adult is that she is happy. She is bright and excited and sweet and so so happy. She isn’t happy because she had no hardships, we know that isn’t true. Losing England and her parents 3 times, losing Narnia and her best friends 3 times, plus wars, death, and just generally living in depressing England war times, but she decides to be happy. 

Take Susan. She is in the same circumstances, except that she gets to see Narnia one less time, up until Aslan told her and Peter they couldn’t come back they probably didn’t even think of it as a possibility, or at least a certainty. Now, I don’t think they expected to stay like they had the first time, Caspian became King, they were clearly there for a purpose, and they know that they belong in England to an extent. But it’s whiplash for those poor kids. And, there’s no mom. As the oldest in my family, and a daughter, let me tell you, when the parents aren’t around you step up real fast. I’m not talking about those couple hours your parents leave and you try to have fun without tearing up the house too much so you don’t get in trouble. I’m talking about times where even where there are other adults around but they don’t really know you or your siblings. For me it was a special needs brother who can’t talk except for a little ASL. I knew what he needed, what he was asking for, and how to calm him down from the time I was in elementary school. I didn’t care if it was grandparents, aunts, or teachers, my brother was mine to protect. Susan has that but like times 1000 because they’re the only english kids around, they don’t know if they’ll even see their parents again, it’s not like it’s a 2 hour holiday. Plus she tries being the peacemaker, trying to take care of everyone, keeping everyone fed, united, feeling loved, etc. But you know what? She doesn’t resent the role at all. Yeah, maybe she’s a bit rough around the edges at first (we all are, 12-15 is a terrible age for everyone) but she keeps taking care of them. She stays soft and gentle and protective and maybe she’s not obviously bright like Lucy, but brightness like that doesn’t survive being surrounded by contempt from someone you trust. 

Then there’s Edmund. He feels like trash because of what he did, but you know what? He decides who he is going to be and sticks to that forever. Fair and Just, he’ll make it happen. Supportive of his siblings for the rest of time, check. He is described as quiet, but not sad or guilty or damaged. This is the kid that is happy to sass kings and sword fight rude dwarves. He is happy to not be King around Caspian because it’s not quite his kingdom anymore (i’m ignoring that plot point in VotDT movie). Basically he figures out who he is and is content with that and himself. That is SO powerful. 

Peter. I love Peter. I’m trying not to be super repetitive but like, take Susan’s mothering, and ramp it up because Peter is the oldest and what’s more he was told to look after his siblings. He knows if anything happens it’s on him. And it’s not like they can be like, sorry mum, we fell into a magical war and I let Susan use a bow and Lucy use a dagger because a guy claiming to be Santa gave it to them even though the only weapons they’ve held up till this point are kitchen knives, maybe. Also Ed got kidnapped and I yelled at him right before. Peter isn’t old enough to understand when things aren’t his fault, and when you’re a protector that lesson never quite sinks in anyway. And what does he go on to become? Magnificent. I’ve never known someone who I loved and admired with my whole soul that isn’t happy and bright and the kind of person you feel better about yourself around. The fact that the narnian’s loved them, even though they were humans, is crazy. Like, if some random alien came and started reigning, even if they were cool I wouldn’t be crazy about them. If they were kids??? noooo. But the pevensies were just so loved by everyone because they loved first. Because their experiences tried and shaped them, but did not drag them down. I love that they chose to be polite to random talking beavers, they chose to stay together, they chose to retain who they were through every crazy thing, and they chose to forgive so many people who directly or indirectly hurt them (sorry tumnus but it happened), and they stayed happy. 

That’s why I love them. 

[nothinggold13]

Peter the High King

“By his own words, he is Peter first. [...] When the people called him Magnificent, he still begged in quiet repetition to be called Peter.”

A thought in 25 parts.

Dedicated to @awfullybigwardrobe44 for being my editor & also listening to me rant about this analysis for the last month, as I got way too excited about the phrase “Peter the High King.”

I. "That [...] is Cair Paravel of the four thrones, in one of which you must sit as King. I show it to you because you are the first-born and you will be High King over all the rest." [The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe]

It is one thing to be King; it is another to be High King over others. The distinction is lost on Peter. He is still just a kid, and he has not yet tasted his first blood. All he knows is that he will look after his brother and sisters. He is, after all, the first born; it only makes sense that he will lead the other children. There is no fear. In the moment, he feels it plainly.

II. "And Peter became a tall and deep-chested man and a great warrior, and he was called King Peter the Magnificent."

In his eyes, “Magnificent” is an unexpected and undeserved title. For all he is, and all he is seen to be, he is still, in his heart, just Peter. He finds no love for the war that has made him into a warrior. Fears he had once never imagined have long since become his constant companions. But Peter is a King. Like all his duties, he bears this one well. There is peace in springtime, and there is joy in peace. Peter still breathes. Peter still believes. The people still call him Magnificent.

III. "And in a few years, if all goes well, King Peter has promised your royal father that he himself will make you Knight at Cair Paravel." [The Horse and His Boy]

The boy Shasta does not know the King Peter the Faun speaks of. He does not even know enough to recognize both the respect and familiar affection with which the Faun speaks. Tumnus knows the High King well, after all—as does Corin, who the Faun thinks he is speaking to. They know the High King well enough that there is no need to refer to him as such. They may call him King Peter, but only “King.” The title remains out of love and humble admiration, but his name stands firm out of deeper love and friendship. There is no need to call him “the High King,” as others do, and there is no need to call him “Magnificent.” They are familiar with him. They are family. He may as well, in their eyes, just be Peter.

IV. "For though the fancy of a woman has rejected this marriage, the High King Peter is a man of prudence and understanding who will in no way wish to lose the high honour and advantage of being allied to our House and seeing his nephew and grand nephew on the throne of Calormen."

If Peter could hear these words, he would laugh before settling into the depths of his anger. In all the conversation between Rabadash and his father, Peter’s name has never been mentioned. He has been, in their discussion, a nameless, vague, and distant figure. “The High King of Narnia,” they say, “their High King, not ours.” But now Rabadash risks his name, almost as if it’s an appeal; almost as if Peter is listening in after all. There is little cold in the warmth of the High King, but few have heard a laugh as cold as the one Peter would give at this. The inanity of the Calormene Prince’s words would amuse him before they enraged him; for in all his years as High King, Peter has never heard anyone misuse his name so badly.

V. "For though my brother, Peter the High King, defeated the Tisroc a dozen times over, yet long before that day our throats would be cut[...]"

Edmund gets it right. He often does. “My brother,” he says first. “Peter,” he says second. The familiar comes before his title. And Edmund knows, of course, that even if he’s just Peter - even if he’s the High King second - Peter will not suffer such an injustice. If “the High King Peter” is a prudent man, “Peter the High King” is a genuine one. In love and in brotherhood, Peter will always protect his siblings - or, Aslan forbid it, avenge them. He is and ever will be Peter first. He is and ever will be their brother.

VI. "For the truth was that in that golden age when the Witch and the Winter had gone and Peter the High King ruled at Cair Paravel, the smaller woodland people of Narnia were so safe and happy that they were getting a little careless."

This is how the legend starts: In the Golden Age of Narnia, the people were safe and happy. This is how the legend starts, before it is twisted and gilded and lost. In the Golden Age of Narnia, Peter is High King. Perhaps no one notices, but the narrative frames him as he wants to be framed: Peter first. His name comes first. He is a person before he is a king or a myth or a hero. This is how the legend starts, but the narrative is lost when the people need heroes instead.

VII. "’If I had but my cordial with me,’ Queen Lucy was saying, ‘I could soon mend this. But the High King has so strictly charged me not to carry it commonly to the wars and to keep it only for great extremities!’"

Here lies the cost of the title. Lucy doesn’t know the weight Peter took upon himself the day he told her not to carry the cordial into battle. Lucy can’t understand it. Not yet. But Peter has seen the hurt it has caused her to make terrible choices on fields of blood; the devastation she experiences each time she saves one and loses another. Peter is the High King because he needs to be - because someone needs to be - because he is the oldest. The High King must lead the others. The High King must protect the others. So Peter takes the choice away, and with it, he hopes, the hurt.

VIII. "And Lucy told again [...] the tale of the Wardrobe and how she and King Edmund and Queen Susan and Peter the High King had first come into Narnia."

You wouldn’t know it to listen to her, but Lucy doesn’t remember the tale so well on her own. The details of their coming are blanketed in snow; even to Lucy, the story sounds more like a fairy tale than history. But she knows well that among fairy tales, some truths still stand. There are truths like hope; like how the White Witch’s winter is all but forgotten in these peaceful days, but is remembered for the hope in the wide eyes of the young girl who saw it as a wonderland rather than a curse. Even now in Lucy, that hope remains. There are truths like change; like how the betrayal of a boy once desperate for affection became the groundwork for a king to grow in justice. Though all know Edmund is no traitor now, they know it is these past missteps and mistakes that have made him wise. There are truths like courage; like the queen who followed Aslan to his death, yet does not fight in wars. Courage exists in gentleness, in dedication, and in love, and Susan shows them this every day. There are truths like the death and resurrection of the Great Lion, which remains forever the source of salvation for all of Narnia — not for only one. And, perhaps least of all, another truth remains in the fact that Peter is still Peter. The High King was a boy once, and somewhere in their hearts, he is a boy still. It’s funny how as Lucy tells the tale, her beloved older brother takes the form of a brave, terrified child. He is in all their minds a warrior and protector, yet they can see him clearly even at the beginning. It’s funny, but it’s real.

IX. "'It is my sword Rhindon,' he said; 'with it I killed the Wolf.' There was a new tone in his voice, and the others all felt that he was really Peter the High King again." [Prince Caspian]

He is Peter first, when they look at him. His voice is far from mythic. It is Peter’s voice; the voice of man and boy and king and brother. They are reminded by the name of Rhindon how the Wolf’s blood was shed by unwanted bravery - an unwilling thrust. Rhindon is not the sword of a fearless warrior; it is the sword of a dutiful knight. Susan and Edmund and Lucy have never known the legendary Magnificent King. They’ve only known Peter.

X. "But at least you can try to be a King like the High King Peter of old, and not like your uncle."

Peter becomes a fairy tale in the eyes of the frightened Prince. The legendary High King - over all Kings of Narnia, under only Aslan - is, all at once, an idol. Brave and benevolent and wise, he is something to be striven for. The High King Peter is king first, man second. The stories paint him in golden light, and in the damaged remnants of copied portraits in Cornelius’ study, he appears to wear more a halo than a crown.

XI. "It may have the power to call Queen Lucy and King Edmund and Queen Susan and High King Peter back from the past, and they will set all to rights."

There is an old rhyme about Adam’s flesh and bone. There is another about the returning of spring. Few remember the latter, it seems, as a new Son of Adam comes of age. Faith is put on the heads of four children. But Peter remembers well, if he could only be asked, that it is by Aslan’s teeth and mane and blood that the earth is reawakened. It is He that will set all to rights, not the ancient Sons and Daughters. Peter remembers well, though the horn has not yet called for him. Peter remembers well, though when he comes, no one will ask.

XII. "’I'd much rather not have to vote.’ // ‘You're the High King,’ said Trumpkin sternly.”

The decision is placed in his hands, and the weight of it on his shoulders. It is clear by Trumpkin’s tone that he is not looking for majority rule; if the party were split unevenly, Trumpkin would still make the High King choose. Peter never asked to choose. “You’re the High King,” he’s told, and the words scold him, remind him, immortalize him. It shouldn’t be his decision. Peter once trusted Lucy more than he trusted himself. Peter once trusted Aslan more than all his siblings put together. He knows this, but he can’t see Aslan now. In fear, Peter votes to go down. Lucy cries.

XIII. "If you all go, of course, I'll go with you; and if your party splits up, I'll go with the High King. That’s my duty to him and King Caspian."

Peter doesn’t know what scares him the most about this. Two things have been made clear. The first is that Trumpkin, even if not maliciously, would leave the others alone. He would leave them behind, if Peter led him to. Lucy is 9, and Edmund just turned 11. Susan shivers even without cold. They look little like the Queens and King they used to be. And all at once, even if he has no other reason, Peter will follow Lucy in spite of reason. He can’t leave them alone. In spite of himself, in spite of his fears, he will follow. For that is his second - and perhaps greater - fear: when they make it to Caspian, he will still be alone. He sees it clearly. Trumpkin has decided that it is not the four ancient sovereigns on which the fate of Narnia rests. Now it lies on only one. Trumpkin will go with the High King, he says. Peter wonders now whether that means he will be followed or dragged.

XIV. "It's the High King, King Peter."

As he is introduced to the young King Caspian, Peter flinches at each word. They land at first like blows; clumsy punches, but painful all the same. Then, Peter realizes, they settle like cuts instead. He wonders how many it would take to bleed out. He sees the depth of it now. He is Peter last, in the eyes of the Old Narnians. They don’t want Peter; they want the mythical High King of old. So that is how they introduce him: “It’s the High King,” they say first. Second, they call him “King” again. And then tacked on to the end of his title, as if it were specification rather than identity, is his name.

XV. “’You say, Caspian, we are not strong enough to meet Miraz in pitched battle.’ // ‘I'm afraid not, High King,’ said Caspian.”

Every time Peter looks at Caspian, he is painfully aware that Caspian is just a boy. Every time he looks at Caspian, he is reminded that he, himself, is just a boy. Caspian has not figured it out yet. In the wide eyes of the future king, Peter is a mythic hero. It is no wonder he is awestruck. Yet when Peter looks at the other boy, he addresses him by name. Names are a kindness. The kindness is not returned. It is not Peter they look to; the Old Narnians have made it clear that it is the High King that will save them. He yearns to shout that he cannot, to have it out of his hands, to tell them that Aslan will save them instead. But, as always, he swallows these fears. He has a solution, after all. Confused child though he is, he’s already come up with a solution. He could never leave them wanting. The Narnians have hung their hopes on him, and he hopes, in turn, that his answer will buy them time until Aslan acts. They cannot all fight. They cannot face Miraz in battle. So Peter does all he can do, and lets them bleed him dry instead.

XVI. "Peter, by the gift of Aslan, by election, by prescription, and by conquest, High King over all Kings in Narnia, Emperor of the Lone Islands and Lord of Cair Paravel, Knight of the Most Noble Order of the Lion…”

It slips from his tongue as if rehearsal has become nature. By his own words, he is Peter first. Always, he is Peter first. By the gift of Aslan, he is all other titles, but even his most beloved titles are secondary to him. When the people called him Magnificent, he still begged in quiet repetition to be called Peter.

XVII. "There's a man for you! Uses his enemy's arm as a ladder. The High King!  The High King! Up, Old Narnia!"

There is a secret here; a secret so old and buried that even Peter himself has almost forgotten it. Because the secret is, for all his fear and doubt and unworthiness, Peter loves his title as a part of him. The rousing cheers of Trumpkin remind him. He knows once more what it is to be High King: it is his greatest burden, but in equal measure, it is his greatest gift. The Narnians rise up with him. The Narnians’ strength is his strength. The High King is just Peter, but Peter is the High King.

XVIII. "But the other creatures all cheered and rose up in honour of Peter the High King, and Queen Susan of the Horn, and King Edmund and Queen Lucy."

When they rise up for the Kings and Queens, they rise up for Peter. It’s like forgiveness, almost, for being man instead of myth; permission to be a boy instead of a man. He does not feel the weight of his title here and now. The memory of the crown he once wore feels, in this moment, more like the flower chains Lucy used to place atop his head. In their cheers, Peter feels that even in the Narnians’ adoring eyes, he is Peter first. The High King will be remembered. Memory, however, is no longer legend.

XIX. "'I've never understood why they belong to Narnia,' said Caspian. 'Did Peter the High King capture them?'" [The Voyage of the Dawn Treader]

Edmund and Lucy don’t know why these words feel as fresh as the sea air, but neither can deny that they feel even more at home now that Caspian has said them. They don’t know how Caspian first referred to their brother, and they don’t know how it was wrong. They don’t know the way Caspian said “High King,” as if Peter were modelled in precious metal. Caspian does not see him that way any longer. Time and memory change things. Perhaps they make idols out of men, but they can, in fact, turn gold and stone into flesh again. Edmund and Lucy don’t know, but they don’t have to know. It’s enough to feel. In love, Peter comes first again. In love, they know when it is right. And so the air is clear when their brother’s name is said, and wounds are healed in a world far away.

XX. "I am one of the four ancient sovereigns of Narnia and you are under allegiance to the High King my brother."

The words are flung like stones, and Edmund knows not what he does. This is, in the end, Peter’s fear. “High King” is a title easily weaponized by greed and pride, and now Edmund clings to it even though it isn’t his to possess. It’s not his fault; Magic is often stronger than loyalty, and sometimes even loyalty doesn’t know it’s own rules. The words are a grievous error, but no one knows to correct them. As Edmund argues with Caspian - both still children beneath all their growth - Peter is thrown under their feet. He is nameless in pride. He becomes Edmund’s brother secondly, and only that so Edmund can lay claim to what he desires. It’s an unintended betrayal. No one will remember it. Magic is often stronger than anger, too.

XXI. "That look is in the face of all true kings of Narnia, who rule by the will of Aslan and sit at Cair Paravel on the throne of Peter the High King." [The Silver Chair]

The High King’s throne is not a physical place; Cair Paravel has long since fallen to ruin and been rebuilt on the coast. Peter never sat in the throne that sits there now… but it is his throne still. In the figure of the High King there still lies a truth which can never and must never be lost in the kingdom of Narnia. For all the ages that lie between them, the throne is still his. Yet the comparison does not lie in that figure; it lies instead in the person. The legend has changed; the narrative has ordered itself after him once again. Memory does not recall a mythic High King, crowned in gold and light. Instead, memory falls on a soft boy who grew into a good man. Memory falls on the flesh and bone rather than steel and gold. Memory falls on Peter.

XXII. "I charge you in the name of Aslan, speak to me. I am Peter the High King." [The Last Battle]

It has been said that who he is always comes first, and what he is always comes second. Sometimes that is only partly true. Sometimes there are names and titles of greater importance and truer power which must come first. As Peter clenches his fist and screws up his courage, it is to Aslan’s name he clings. As Peter asks the vision in front of him to speak, it is to Aslan’s power he appeals. And when, at the end of his address, he does mention his own name, it is not from a place of authority. It is a plea. “I am Peter,” he begs, “Peter the High King. You can trust me. You can speak to me.”

XXIII. “‘Sire,’ said Jill coming forward and making a beautiful curtsey, ‘let me make known to you Peter the High King over all Kings in Narnia.’”

To be High King means and has always meant many things to Peter. He’s 9 years older, now, than when he was first given the title, and he has lived 24 years since then. He barely remembers how in those first days it hardly carried any weight at all. It had been, at the time, his natural role. For him to take that responsibility had just made sense. But Peter feels it heavier now — he feels everything heavier. The weight of the crown has never left his mind, even after nearly a decade. Peter hadn’t known in those moments Aslan first spoke to him — when he first promised him all of this — what it would be to be King, let alone a king over others. Peter knows now, and he knows well. It is the weight of a world; it is blood and sweat and tears; it is the sting of the sword, and the crack of the whip on his own flesh. It is the crash of the ocean, and the salt on the table. It is the lilt of the music echoing through empty palace halls. It is the rhythm of dancing feet, and laughter through open windows, and the patterns in the stars. And, above all, it is not a burden; for all the hurt, it is instead a promise. Peter is the High King, and always will be. The High King is a boy named Peter.

XXIV. “Tirian had no need to ask which was the High King, for he remembered his face (though here it was far nobler) from his dream.”

And it lifts: the heart, the music, the feet, the head. Everything lifts. The heaviest weights mean little in the end. The heaviest weights are worth it all to bear. And Peter is noble now, isn’t he? He is noble to his brother and sister - maybe even to the sister who won’t admit to any of it. He is noble to the friends who seat him at the head of the table. He is noble even in the eyes of a king who bore weights Peter never did. Peter lifts the other king off his knees. Eyes lift. Everything lifts. The weights are lifted off.

XXV. "'Peter, High King of Narnia,' said Aslan. 'Shut the Door.'"

It is to Peter that the command is given: it’s given to the boy who faltered, who doubted: to the boy on his knees. It is Peter, after all, who slayed the wolf, well before he held any title. And yet, as always, his title follows. Once more, Peter will do that which only the High King can. Once more, Peter will serve. Once more, Peter will obey. Even if he falters, or doubts, or falls again to his knees, he will do what he has been charged to do. The door will shut. The key will turn. The weight will be forgotten. It is understood. Peter trusts now; trusts in a reason for his crown and his calling; trusts Aslan even where he didn’t before.  There is no fear. In the moment, he feels it plainly.

[wildorchids23]

Meet My OC

i wrote this at 2am and i’m going to infodump about her because my bf has had enough of me 

*disclaimer i have only watched the films but i am currently reading the books but it’s taking me a while with exams. However i do know the movies were inaccurate at some points so i apologise in advance, m* indicates movies only as i know it’s not in the books*

Some of this might be upsetting to some people so i’ll place a content warning here

CW//mentions of death during childbirth and young children dying.

Information

Name: Fiona “Fifi” Agnes Litchfield

D.O.B: 14th August 1930

Nationality: Scottish

MBTI: ISTJ

Family:

Mother - Ealasaid Litchfield (1904-1936)

Father- Stanley Litchfield (1903 - 1943)

Brother- Cedric Litchfield (1933-)

Brother Humphrey Litchfield (1936-1940)

Grandmother- Innes Hill (1881-1948)

Appearance

Her hair is ginger and she can’t decide wether to have it short or long

Her signature hairstyle is a fringe, with two longer bits at the front that she can plait.

Her eyes are a deep green

Her skin is covered in freckles and moles

She’s either 5’5 or 5’11, I can’t decide. Either v tall or v small

When she’s older she is quite athletic and so she is quite muscly and toned

She has a gap in her teeth

Here is a visual aid of this:

Personality

She’s very feisty and passionate

She’s very knowledgeable in military warfare and tactics

She’s a good leader and became the General of the Narnian army

She will always fight for what she believes in

However she’s also very stubborn and won’t stop until she gets her way

She is very impulsive and can sometimes act on her emotions

She also is quite self confident

She’s a fierce protector

She get’s into a l o t fights, both in Narnia and England

She is also autistic

Background

She was born in Scotland where she is the oldest child.

When her mother was having Cedric, her oldest brother, they moved to Finchley with their grandmother.

Sadly when her youngest brother Humphrey was being born, her mother died of a haemorrhage during birth

So her grandmother became her primary carer of her and her brothers

In 1940, her youngest brother dies sadly after catching pneumonia

Also that year, she got evacuated to the professors house where she met the pevensies

In Narnia she discovered her mother had travelled to Narnia before she was born and married the Prince of Narnia before the witch took over. She was known as Ealasaid the Great Queen of Narnia.

Fifi was crowned Queen Fiona the Ardent

She also was crowned Lady Fiona, Dagger Blade, Knight of Narnia and The Deafender of all Narnian lands.

Relationships

Edmund Pevensie : 

Dating- Narnia (1008-1012), England (1946-1949)

Fiancé- Narnia (1012-1015) 

Best friends to lovers

She hates chess X He loves chess

Flirty gf x Flustered bf 

Mutual pining for 2 years 

Secret relationship for 2 years

Peter Pevensie

A complicated relationship

They work very well as a team 

But often they butt heads over trying to be leaders

But when they are together they’re undefeatable 

She will not hesitate to call him a dick

Susan Pevensie

They very much have a big sis, little sis relationship 

Fifi always goes to her when she’s overwhelmed

They talk about their favourite books and often are n the library till the early hours of the morning 

Susan is very protective of her 

They’re best friends but in a sister way 

Lucy Pevensie 

They’re very much opposites but it works well

Lucy makes Fifi flower crowns and necklaces and she wears them around Cair Paravel 

Fifi will die protecting Lucy even though she knows Lucy doesn’t need protecting

She will fight any who undermines her 

They often have picnics with Mr. Tumnus 

Prince Caspian  X

They bond in a way of they’re both annoyed at Peter

She hypes Susan to him (m*)

They often duel

They’re quite close friends and sometimes stargaze together

She stays in Narnia for an extra 2 years after the pevensie’s leave so they fight together. 

Etymology 

Fiona = Scottish | White, Fair

Agnes = Greek | Pure, Virginal 

Litchfield = English | Habitational 

Ardent = Very enthusiastic or passionate

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Sorry, this was so long, if you read all this, thank you! 

[narniagiftexchange]

                         THE SPRING NARNIAN GIFT EXCHANGE.

                 for: @luxaofhesperides from @l-oh-herain.

it's been a long while since I've last written anything about Narnia, but hopefully you'll enjoy it ^^

And we're just children wanting children of our own I want a space to watch things grow But did I dream too big? Do I have to let it go? What if one day there is no such thing as snow? (South London Forever, Florence + The Machine)

peter dreams of a land of neverending winter, snow that falls heavy and silent and cold to smother down sounds and life alike — he dreams of being afraid, of a war he has no hopes of winning, red that sticks to his fingers as his youngest brother (his only brother) lay dying on the ground. the bad memories aren’t the only ones but for the longest time they’re the strongest ones, the ones he relieves in the worst nightmares when he closes his eyes, the ones that cling to him like a secret held close.

they’re not a secret at all, of course, and peter never tries to make them so. susan lingers like the steady support he’s always had from her, and lucy hugs him tighter every day for that whole first year — edmund is the one that changes the most, strays away from the person peter once called a beastly boy and back to the sweet kid he’d been before, mischievous streak and all.

they’re kings and queens now, but they’ve always been brothers and sisters, and nothing — no one — could ever change that. peter never has to shoulder the weight of their kingdom alone. for every battle, every misstep, his siblings are at his back to support and protect him — to rejoice at every win, to grieve every loss, to help him pick up the pieces and start anew every time he needs. narnia is a home and a family that they build themselves from the ground, its foundations made of faith and hope, and peter cherishes it. his land, his people, his family. not all of it is easy, it could never be as simple as that, but he grows onto the many roles he’s been assigned, the many roles he’s picked for himself. peter’s always been a brother, a protector, but now he’s also a king and a ruler, and though similar, the responsibilities aren’t the same. his family and his people look up to him with trust and faith, but as a king, differently from as a brother, his word is final, and he does his best not to abuse that power.

and peter gives it all. his strength and his love, his blood and his hope. he forgets, like a child who grows up and leaves things behind, all about london — forgets all about the war, about school, about going into the wardrobe.

(he forgets about mom and dad.)

and soon, he’s no longer peter pevensie, the refugee from finchley who tried his best at filling his father’s shoes — he’s just High King Peter, son of Adam. he’s just the magnificent, brother to gentle and valiant sisters and a just brother.

(and soon, slowly, slowly but surely, the dreams of neverending winter recede, giving way to the blooming flowers of spring.)

[elwinged]

narnia analysis

so i’m just gathering here all of the analysis i’ve read about narnia so far?? I think it’s pretty cool ngl

a note: i’m not going to hecking mention the v obvious and already explained christian allegory with aslan being jesus and edmund representing humanity and the witch being satan and all that jazz.

DISCLAIMER: absolutely none of this belongs to me except for the odd bit of prose in the edmund section

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first up, names! credit for this goes to @thoughtfox72 (you can find the original post here)

- peter means rock, which ties in well as he’s the “rock” of the family. It’s also a reference to good ol’ st. peter- in matthew 16:18 (the bible), peter is called “the rock upon which my church was founded”.

- edmund means protector, which again ties in well with his actions against the witch, but it also ties into shakespeare’s king lear. in king lear, edmund is the bastard son of the duke of glouchester, who betrays his entire family to gain power. sound familiar? yeah, i thought so too. shakespeare’s edmund is never redeemed, however, but it is a direct parallel to narnia’s edmund.

- lucy means light, and it’s pretty obvious that she’s the light of her family, illuminating the path to aslan.

- susan, however, means lily and it’s pretty hard to figure out why that’s so important. like yeah, lilies are typically used at funerals (which, um, pretty dark bit of foreshadowing there, mr. lewis) but like?? compared to the others, that doesn’t seem deep enough. and that’s when you realise- at the end of vodt, what does the dawn treader have to sail past to get to aslan’s country? a sea. of. hecking. lilies.

- and so the flower that susan is named for is the ones that grow on the path to aslan’s country, which is a pretty strong hint about her eventually returning to aslan’s country.

- also, if you look at the points of the compass, aslan’s country (and therefore the sea of lilies) are in the east. it’s implied that susan beginning to forget narnia started when she went to america (heading west). this is really paying a lot of attention to direction, which brings me to my next point…

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direction, and points of the compass! credit for this goes partly to @thoughtfox72 (because of the above point) but mostly to @elecktrum , from the most noble order of the table from the sword and shield, jewel and song series.

- so as was stated above, susan’s journey away from aslan’s starts with her going west, but the flowers that she’s named for are in the east, near aslan’s country, thus signifying that she will probably return.

- as well as that, aslan gives edmund and peter the west and north (“to the great western woods, king edmund the just” and “and to the clear northern sky, i give you king peter the magnificent”), respectively, while susan and lucy receive the south and east (“to the radiant southern sun, queen susan the gentle” and “to the glistening eastern sea, i give you queen lucy the valiant”).

- edmund and peter have the directions of their enemies (to the north are the wild lands of the north, where the giants live, and to the west are the western wilds and telmar).

- susan and lucy get narnia’s “allies” and protection (i put allies in quotation marks as calormen isn’t really an ally, but it isn’t quite an enemy either)- archenland, calormen and the eastern sea.

- this highlights that the brothers are the ones who protect, and the sisters gather allies and friends (a teensy bit sexist, don’t you think?).

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there’s also a bit of character analysis!

i’ll start with Peter (credit for this goes to @thoughtfox72 ) (post found here)

- so like loads of people have said that peter is boring, because he doesn’t have complexity, and the heart of this boils down to the fact that c.s. lewis keeps us at a distance from peter. we don’t get to see what he thinks or feels, whereas we do with the younger siblings.

- also, and this is connected to the point above, peter seemingly rushes into things without any warning (e.g. the duel with miraz, pc book canon). but honestly, it’s not that he rushes into things, it’s that we don’t see his reasons for doing it. an example of this is in the prince caspian book- peter is the only one to realise that they’re in cair paravel and he actually numbers his goddamn reasons, like it’s a slideshow or something. this, of course, tells us that he’s been thinking about it for a while, but just hasn’t chosen to share it. peter keeps things close to his chest.

- peter doesn’t share things that much- this even shows in his title. valiant, gentle- heck, even just are quite descriptive and specific. magnificent, on the other hand is like “??? what does it mean?" this is done on purpose, as it’s an effective way to maintain awe. he’ll always meet an individual’s sense of what a great king should be because he’s left to the imagination. “High King Peter the Magnificent is more an idea than a person, like King Arthur.”

- but peter is a person. he’s a good king, but still a person. examples: when they have to vote on which way to go (book pc), he doesn’t want to vote until trumpkin says that it’s his duty. basically the first thing he says to caspian (again, book) is “i haven’t come to take your place, you know, but to put you in it”. though he’s the one in charge, it’s his duty, not something he seeks.

- this is also shown during acts of violence. think about it- most of peter’s most famous acts (save the last battle) are to do with violence- killing the wolf, fighting the witch, duelling with miraz. this all emotionally affects him- he cries after killing maugrim, it’s shown that he’s pale and drawn after fighting the witch... i could go on. although he’s good at this stuff, he doesn’t like it- it’s not easy for him. this ties in well with the whole series’ idea of kingship- “For this is what it means to be a king: to be first in every desperate attack, and last in every desperate retreat.”- and c.s. lewis knew this. lewis had fought in the war and knew how bad it got, but he had peter do it anyway, because he’s the high king, and the hardest tasks fall to him. this, matched with peter liking to keep things to himself, is a lonely task.

- as well as that, it’s more than likely that peter would’ve served in the war back in england as well- the timelines do match up.

- and peter has a super strong sense of duty and responsibility as well- why, at the end of prince caspian (book. again.), he tells aslan that he was leading them wrong, even though he was being pulled in opposite directions by both his sisters. he’s trying to take everything that’s wrong onto himself, including his siblings’ faults.

- tldr; peter is good at being a king but that doesn’t mean he has to like it. he’s a good warrior and a good person but he’s been given really hard tasks and he’s trying to keep it together. he only looks perfect and boring on the surface because he’s not very open and is kept at a distance from the reader. his job is lonely, because he’s high king and that’s what it means.

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okay. peter’s done. hopefully that make sense.

onto the problem of susan (credit for this goes to @ncfan-1 ) (find the original post here)

- to start off, here’s a reference:

“Sir,” said Tirian, when he had greeted all these. “If I have read the chronicles aright, there should be another. Has not your Majesty two sisters? Where is Queen Susan?”

“My sister Susan,” answered Peter shortly and gravely, “is no longer a friend of Narnia.”

“Yes,” said Eustace, “and whenever you’ve tried to get her to come and talk about Narnia or do anything about Narnia, she says ‘What wonderful memories you have! Fancy you still thinking about all those funny games we used to play when we were children.’ ”

“Oh Susan!” said Jill. “She’s interested in nothing nowadays except nylons and lipstick and invitations. She always was a jolly sight too keen on being grow-up.”

“Grown-up, indeed,” said the Lady Polly. “I wish she would grow up. She wasted all her school time wanting to be the age she is now, and she’ll waste all the rest of her life trying to stay that age. Her whole idea is to race on to the silliest time of one’s life as quick as she can and then stop there as long as she can.”

“Well, don’t let’s talk about that now,” said Peter. “Look! Here are lovely fruit trees. Let us taste them.”

–The Last Battle, page 135

- please notice who speaks. tirian asks, peter gives a very tense, very abbreviated explanation (which probably means he doesn’t intend to take it further than that). however, eustace, polly and jill jump in and defame her to tirian, despite the fact that what she’s been doing on earth is very clearly none of their business. lucy, edmund and digory don’t speak at all.

- i’d like to point out that the four people who knew her best contributed nothing to her defamation, and that three of them are pointedly silent.

- now, onto the three that did talk.

- how well did they know susan? there’s no canon evidence (book, movie, or otherwise) that any of them interacted with her.

- eustace was susan’s cousin, yes, but up until vodt she thought he was an annoying brat and we only know that he made friends with edmund and lucy- it’s not sure if he made friends with the rest of the pevensies as well.

- polly was digory’s friend, but we don’t know when she was introduced to the pevensies- if it was before susan “forgot” narnia, or after. it was possibly and probably after, given that there was no mention of her at all pre-prince caspian (save the magician’s nephew, but that’s not the point)

- and we know for a fact that jill and eustace didn’t meet until a few years after pc. we don’t even know if susan and jill ever met, or if jill just knew of her.

- so there are a few questions raised. how well did eustace, polly and jill know susan? were any of them even close to her? how reliable a judge are they?

- well, eustace, jill and polly are shown to be the kind of people who, when they know that susan has received the new that they’re dead and is being asked to identify their bodies, instead of expressing sympathy for her (she has to bury them, bury them, and they can’t even express sympathy? talk about heartless), they just talk about how silly and vain she is- so no, they’re probably not the best judges of susan pevensie.

- what this tells us is that none of the three were really interested in knowing susan. none of them really wanted to get to know her side of the story. if they treat her like that when she isn’t even around to defend herself, imagine what they were like to her in person! small wonder that susan pevensie didn’t confide in them.

- let’s look at the other four, the four who knew her best. her siblings and digory, who would have known her better. while none of them express sympathy for her (seriously, guys? not good), none of them gossip about her either. as mentioned above, peter gives a short explanation that is obviously meant to wrap it up and also cuts off the three gossips. also mentioned above is that the other three who knew her best say nothing. absolutely nothing.

- that might suggest they agree with the others, or, perhaps more likely, that there was a lot more going on with susan that eustace, polly and jill didn’t know about.

- there’s a continuation of this, as well. everything pre-the last battle suggests that when aslan sent them back to earth for good, he wanted them to live their lives there. we’re not completely sure what aslan said to susan and peter at the end of prince caspian, but it’s probably somewhat similar to what he said to edmund and lucy (vodt):

“Dearest, said Aslan very gently, “you and your brother will never come back to Narnia.”

“Oh, Aslan!” said Edmund and Lucy both together in despairing voices.

“You are too old, children,” said Aslan, “and you must begin to come close to your own world now.”

“It isn’t Narnia, you know,” sobbed Lucy. “It’s you. We shan’t meet you there. And how can we live, never meeting you?”

“But you shall meet me, dear one,” said Aslan.

“Are—are you there too, Sir?” said Edmund.

“I am,” said Aslan. “But there I have another name. You must learn to know me by that name. This was the very reason why you were brought to Narnia, that by knowing me here for a little, you may know me better there.”

–Voyage of the Dawn Treader, pages 215-216

- everyone who was brought to narnia, and then sent back, had a super specific purpose. aslan wanted them to live on earth, and find meaning in their lives there. he wanted them to look for him there.

- we don’t know if susan tried to look for aslan on earth. we only have eustace, jill and polly’s word for that, and as stated above, they are unreliable.

- susan did live on earth, and she tried to make a life for herself, and she made it her home and “[came] close” to it. she probably missed narnia, despite what she said to the three gossips. but she didn’t spend her life pining after something she could never have.

- aslan told the others to live lives in their own world, and to look for him there. and what did they do? spent the rest of there lives wanting nothing more but to go back to narnia.

- aslan told them to look for him on earth, and they didn’t do that. their eyes were focused on another world.

- now aslan was responsible for pulling them back to narnia one last time, but it probably wasn’t meant as a reward. they were pulled back to narnia because they failed. they were brought back because aslan realised that they were never going to do what he wanted them to do, they were never going to look for him there, and so he just “bit the bullet and gave them what they wanted”.

- in the end, it looks less like susan deserted narnia, and more like she was the only one of them who did what aslan wanted her to do.

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and edmund! credit goes to @softlyblues , from weeds spring high, and @quecksilvereyes , from Putting the Gentle Queen Back Into Her Own Narrative, A Suggestion In Ten Parts

- this analysis is directed at the viewpoint that “edmund is a traitor and betrayed them all for sweets”, and while that is true (to a certain extent), there are some certain points made (below)

“I’m not a very good person,” Edmund says, looking up at the clouds.

(He’s thirteen at this point.)

“You’re thirteen,” Susan says sensibly. Sensible Susan with her sensible shoes.

Edmund does that snotty breath that young boys are often wont to do when they think they might cry, breathing a whole cloud of stuff in through his nose. “Father Christmas didn’t give me a gift,” he says, all wet and damp. “You got two. Luce got - you know. Peter got Rhindon. I got to be Edmund the Betrayer.”

“You were eleven,” Susan says. Sensibly.

Her brother looks to the sky and she can see how shiny his eyes are. His cheeks have freckled in the summer. “I’m not anymore and I don’t feel any different to how I did then. What if I’m not any better? What if we go back and I do the same thing again?”

But privately, Susan thinks there isn’t much wrong with being cold and trusting a woman who says she will warm you up, who offers you treats to eat and drink and makes sure your fingers won’t freeze of frostbite. Susan thinks there isn’t much wrong with being eleven and upset that you’ve been sent away from your home, away from your parents. Not much wrong with being eleven and wondering if you’ll still have a house left to come back to.

Aslan used to be someone you couldn’t help but disappoint.

–weeds spring high, by softlyblue on ao3

and

VII. Perhaps then, finally, I can look at the lion and tell it what I think of its inaction in the face of genocide, its inaction in the face of its people starving and dying away. Maybe then I can tell it that a nine year old boy who misses his parents like the food he’s starving for, who hasn’t had sweets in a year didn’t deserve to be called a traitor because he was upset and hurt and a Witch spelled him.

–Putting the Gentle Queen Back Into Her Own Narrative, A Suggestion In Ten Parts, by Quecksilver_Eyes on ao3

- i’m not sure i even have to say much after those two excerpts, but i will say this

-imagine this. you’re lonely. you’re tired. you’ve been sent away from your parents, and you miss them you miss them you miss them. you’re surviving on war rations. you’re criticized by your siblings. when you enter this new world, you’re all alone. you’re cold. your sister, who went in with you, is gone. you’ve been left alone. again.

- and then, a woman. a kind, gentle, beautiful woman. she gives you food to eat and a warm drink. you’re warm. finally. you haven’t had anything this nice to eat since before the war. you barely remember that.

- in the end, it all comes down to this: you’re cold and hungry and tired and you miss your parents so much it hurts and there’s a kind woman who offers you food and drink and warmth and love, and so of course you accept, because what else would you do?

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on numbers (credit to @nothinggold13 ) (post found here):

- in the bible, the number 7 means completion. this has direct parallels in the bible and narnia: 7 churches, 7 lampstands (bible) and in narnia, 7 books (although out of world rather than in-world) and the 7 friends of narnia. and so 7 is completion.

- but that leads you to think- what about susan?

- with susan, the 7 friends of narnia would have become 8.

- and do you know what the number 8 means in the bible? do you?

- new beginnings. resurrection. regeneration. new life.

- susan is the 8th. there is a hope and a plan for her.

- “Yes, the Seven stand in completion, but after the end, God makes all things new.”

that's all, folks! will update if i spot any more analysis!

[mylordshesacactus]

Listen obviously we’re just using the Narnia allusion to springboard random thoughts, we’re not saying this is GOING to happen we’re just having fun using it as a way of spitballing what MIGHT happen based on themes, the RWBY characters’ personal non-allusion arcs, that kind of thing.

With that out of the way.

Aslan vs the White Witch, wherein Blake is also lowkey playing Peter--four members of team RWBY, four Pevensies, Peter is actually the one who initially leads the animal army at the final battle when they think their most powerful protector is dead.

(There are so many reasons I’m worried about Penny.)

Blake vs Winter, with Weiss playing the role of Edmund to the hilt--because what some people don’t seem to remember, when we say we think Weiss will go to her sister and say something, drop a name, make a promise, not out of malice or treachery but the opposite, out of a desire to help, a conviction that surely Winter can help them if she can only talk to her...

What people don’t seem to remember is this: Edmund comes back. Edmund has always known what side he’s really on. Edmund would never do anything to hurt his family, not knowingly, not on purpose.

Edmund comes back. In both the book and the movie, by the end of the battle, Peter is unscathed and Edmund is dying; the movie only completes the implication, making it explicit rather than left to the imagination that Edmund took a killing blow for his brother.

Meanwhile, Susan and Lucy are off on the other side of the plot--rallying not the fighting army (everyone who was alive and able has already rallied behind Aslan’s cause, they’re already following Peter) but those who have been imprisoned and turned to stone by the White Witch’s army.

(Tumnus was faced with the choice between betraying his friend--the youngest sibling, the sweetest, Queen Lucy the Valiant--and decided he couldn’t do it, that he’s rather risk being turned to stone. Penny would die before harming Ruby on purpose. Penny can be deactivated.)

Lucy, when she returns, brings with her the magic cordial that saves Edmund from the brink of death. One has to assume Jaune would stay at his old friend’s side.

But more importantly, the reason Susan and Lucy aren’t at the battle is that they followed a friend, a leader, someone ancient and sad and scared, who slipped away in the middle of the night to sacrifice himself. Because he knew that one of the Pevensies was being hunted, that their blood was sought by an ancient force he lacked the power to countermand. And that he himself, personally, was far more valuable to that force--that the hunter would renounce her claim on the child, if she could have him instead.

When a willing victim who has committed no treachery is killed in a traitor’s stead...

Guys, I’m really worried about Oscar. 

[tree-of-blue-squirrel]

Susan got the bow and arrow - yet she is the “gentle“ sibling. because she would kill you quickly and efficiently. She is also the most dettached sibling, which is why she is the only sibling who leaves Narnia behind completely.

Peter is the magnificient, he is the protector - sword and shield. a classic knight in shining armor if you will. he holds power but is only really useful in in-person combat because he is not the smartest guy around. He is the strongest sibling, but not much else (he did get tempted by Jadis at one point, but to be honest the only other sibling that wouldn´t get tempted besides Ed would be Lucy thanks to her unshakable faith in Aslan)

now, Edmund is the smartest guy - thats why he didn´t need any weapon - he actually procured his own weaponry, his wits and experience with the White witch. he didn´t need a weapon to completely destroy you (like he verbally did in Narnia 2 with that king, that was priceless). He is the brain and strategist of the siblings.

and as for little Lucy... there is a valid reason the only weapon she got her hands on was a little dagger - and that the other thing she received was an insanely powerful healing potion

as Aslan summed it up “if you were any braver, you would be a lioness“, which was not at all an exaggeration. Lucy is the most vicious sibling and if you were to get on her bad side, you would be THOROUGHLY DEAD.

[asheslikestardust]

Midnight

Susan was an open book. She was beautiful and charming and graceful and clever and everyone agreed she was a perfect lady with perfect manners and perfect posture, just perfect, perfect, perfect.

Heads would start as she walked past, hair braided with flowers and silken dress whispering against the carpeted halls and people would come up to her to sing her praises and she would never refute them, just smile gently and thank them sincerely, from the bottom of her heart.

People from other lands would look at her, Queen Susan the Gentle, in all her beauty and finery, so elegant, so pure next to her calloused and scarred brothers and sister and think her the weakest link of the four, and she would smile, all sharp teeth, and let them continue to think so.

She let them see the porcelin doll of a surface and think that's all there is to her, let them never look beyond into the wild storm of deadly claws and broken glass that lay behind her eyes, the always sharp quiver of arrows that lay in her room, the curved bow that rested strung and polished by her bedside, the jagged edge ivory hairpins that held up her hair even now.

Let them never guess that even a single petal from one of the flowers wound in her braid could incapacitate a fully grown man if ingested; that the shoes she wore under her dress weren't delicate heels but steel toed boots, that her dress was more of an armory than evening wear, that her brothers and sisters may triumph over their foes under the light of day but she did the same in the cover of night.

She was a lethal as she was beautiful, as vicious as she was charming; level headed, with a good mind for strategy, the only one who could beat her at chess was Edmund and oh so very protective of her family and her people.

Lucy once compared her to a mother bear. Susan, sweet, gentle Susan, who knew exactly how to use her looks and her words, who used the title Alsan has bestowed upon her to stay out of sight and out of mind, who had set up the most comprehensive secret police service Narnia had ever known (take notes, White Witch), grinned wickedly and answered that mother bears should be compared to her.

Susan was brilliant and radiant and careful and cunning. She was also the most loving and nurturing person her people ever had the pleasure of knowing.

She was as mysterious as the night, and the Narnians, unlike dignitaries from overseas, knew she wasn't an open book at all. Nor was she a puzzle waiting to be solved.

She was simply Queen Susan, their Protector. Queen Susan, who reigned destruction down on those who threatened the land she loved so much.

They did not adore her as they did Queen Lucy, did not swear loyalty to her as they did King Edmund, did not feel overwhelming awe and affection for her as they did King Peter, but they respected her and loved her and cherished the pages of the short life she shared with them forevermore.

(4/4)