Alliance Reunion

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(One Year Later)

LUCY'S POV

"Come on, Susan!" I shook her arm in a very childlike manner, "This is the one time of year we might get a date!"

"I told you! I don't want to date any of those snobby princes." She shrugged me off and continued reading the documents in her hand.

"Not all of them are snobby," Y/n sat in an armchair to the left of Susan's desk, picking at something under her nail. "Remember that one prince, Xavian, I think his name was. He was nice."

"He was gay." I reminded her.

"Well, that won't work then."

"Most of the human countries and kingdoms don't even like Narnians." Susan reminded us with a sigh. "I can't date someone who doesn't like my people."

"You got lucky, Y/n." I turned to her and she looked up, "You and Edmund already rule the same country, you don't have to worry about political marriages."

"Woah," She blushed, "Who said anything about marriage?!"

"It's definitely a possibility." Susan grinned and gave her a look over her papers.

I could feel Y/n's discomfort from here. She wasn't looking at us anymore, she seemed to be sorting out thoughts in her head. I don't think she has ever really thought about marriage that seriously before.

"I for one hope to find a suitable man." I walked in circles around Susan's desk.

"Don't get me wrong, I would love to find an amazing guy, but it's hard to do when all they have in mind is politics."

I sighed, "I guess, maybe dating someone not involved in politics would be better."

"They're a bit hard to find at an Alliance Reunion." She scoffed.

I pouted and leaned on her desk, facing the window that Y/n sat by. Susan's study overlooked the bustling city that lay beneath Cair Paravel. The city was a hub of activity and trade, merchant ships filled the docks and the square was covered in brightly colored market stalls. Narnians filled the streets and conversed with one another, happy to finally be able to speak freely in Narnia. It was quite a sight, and I was very proud of us for managing to build an entire city under our rule. Of course, it couldn't be done without the help of the alliances we had made over the years. So far, eight other kingdoms and countries of various sizes have agreed to support us in exchange for various promises. These could be an aid in battle, opening of trade routes, resources, or even more fishing and hunting grounds. I suspected that those of them that hurriedly offered their alliance were mainly doing so because we were given the throne by Aslan himself, which is a bit intimidating.

Nevertheless, we made it a priority to form strong bonds with our alliances to ensure that they have our backs no matter what. That's why we had the annual "Alliance Reunion", to strengthen our bonds and frankly, get to know each other.

"What are you two wearing?" I looked between Y/n and Susan. Y/n snapped out of her daze at my words and thought about it for a moment.

"I'm not sure, maybe just my usual green evening gown." She shrugged.

"I was thinking of wearing the purple one I wore to the council meeting a week ago," Susan answered without looking up from writing.

"That won't do!" I gasped and latched onto Susan's arms. "It's so plain! You can't go to an evening party with a dress that you wore to a council meeting."

I turned to Y/n, "And you can't wear a dress twice, everyone knows that."

"I don't like where this is heading," Susan squirmed in my grip.

"Too bad," I stood and grabbed Y/n's wrist too, "I'm giving you a makeover."

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EDMUND'S POV

I knocked on the door to Susan's room, "Lucy? I brought the things you asked for."

Muffled voices on the other side of the door bickered for a moment before Lucy swung it open and took the basket of hair accessories and makeup that she had ordered me to retrieve from her room.

"Thank you, Edmund! Come help me." Lucy pulled me into the room which had been transformed into a salon for the three girls.

Susan's vanity was pulled into the center of the room, Y/n's right next to it. Both girls were seated in front of the mirrors, getting their hair pulled in various directions by the maids who had volunteered to help. I chuckled at Y/n's pained face as a centaur pulled a brush through her hair.

I placed my hands on her shoulders and gently kissed her forehead, "You look lovely."

She tried to suppress her smile, "I'm not even halfway done yet!"

"You always look lovely."

"Stop turning her into a tomato and help me," Lucy playfully smacked the back of my head.

"All right, all right!" I scurried over to my sister, "What do you need me to do?"

"You know how to do a bun, right?" She shoved a couple of hairpins and ties into my hands.

"One of the few hairstyles I can manage."

"Great, you're going to do a twisted version of that with a fanned out bun on Y/n." She held up a drawing of the hairstyle.

I took it and inspected it closely, "I think I can manage."

"You said that with the french twist, Ed." Susan reminded me.

"Well this time I'm motivated," I moved over to Y/n's vanity after the centaur had finished brushing her hair and set down my tools. "I'm going to get it right."

"Take your time," Y/n closed her eyes and let me run my fingers through her hair. "We've got until sundown."

"Which is in only three hours." Lucy clarified.

"Wonderful." I pulled a hair tie onto my wrist.

Lucy went to help Mrs. Beaver with Susan's hair and I set to work on Y/n's, doing my best to gently separate her hair. I separated the front two inches of hair on both sides of her face and let them hang down in front of her eyes while I gathered up the rest of her hair. She swayed a little as if she were slowly falling asleep and I couldn't help but smile.

I wrapped the hair tie around her hair in the back to make a low fan bun, pulling a little on some pieces of hair on her head to give it more volume. I did the same to the actual bun, giving it a fluffy look before I pinned the sides of it to her head to make it wider. Taking the two front pieces, I twisted them along the side of her head then tucked the ends into the top of her bun. I pinned them in place with the last of my pins then spread apart the twists, giving them even more volume. This was easily the most difficult hairstyle I had ever done, which was quite an accomplishment for me since I only did buns and ponytails before this.

I stepped back to admire my handiwork with a proud smile, pulling out some strands here and there to make it look more like the drawing. Y/n still had her eyes closed and it looked like she was sleeping.

"Wow, Ed." I spun to see Peter standing in the doorway, "That's some serious skill."

"Thanks, I think I did pretty well." I plucked the hair accessories up from Y/n's vanity.

"Pretty good," Lucy looked over my shoulder and nodded in approval before a smirk spread across her face. "For a boy."

"Man," I corrected, "I'm twenty-one, Lu."

She dismissed me with a puff of air and retreated to the back corner of the room to grab a couple of bags. I shook my head and turned back to Y/n, realizing her eyes were back open and she was inspecting her hair, Peter was standing next to her and kept swatting her hands away as she tried to touch.

"Well done, Ed." She complimented, smiling.

"I'm not done yet," I placed small pearls in her hair, each one connected by a wire that blended in with her hair. "There."

"It's beautiful, thank you." She stood up and kissed my cheek before moving over to Lucy.

"Here's yours," Lucy handed her one of the large bags.

"Thanks, when are you getting ready?"

"As soon as Susan's hair is finished so she can curl mine. Now hurry up and change." She giggled and pushed Y/n behind a screen wall in the corner of the room.

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SUSAN'S POV

"Y/n, I might strangle a man." I walked up to her and Edmund where they stood by the head of the table.

The two of them made for a very regal power couple. Y/n's dress was a mix of leather armor and a regular dress. The halter top was made of grey leather and covered in silver designs that melted into bursts of light blue fabric that made up her skirt. Edmund's outfit was similar, he had grey pants tucked into black boots that matched his black leather vest on top of a white shirt. A knee-length blue cape hung on his shoulders and made him look very royal.

Y/n laughed and set down her drink, "Which one?"

"Sir Atwood," I pointed to a large man on the opposite side of the room. "The old geezer dismissed me with a wave of his hand when I attempted conversation earlier. Said I wouldn't understand the politics of a conversation he was having with Lord Bexley."

"Was he even aware you were Queen?" Edmund questioned as he peered at the bearded man.

"Don't know," I shrugged, "But I definitely made him aware."

Y/n chuckled and was about to say something when Peter's voice suddenly rang out across the room, beckoning everyone to the large circular table in the center of the room. She gave me a look that said 'worst timing' but made her way over to the seat to Peter's right, Edmund right beside her. I passed them to sit on Peter's left, Lucy on my left and chatting with a young princess.

"Thank you, members of the Alliance for attending this year's Reunion!" Peter stood in front of his chair and addressed the families of our eight alliances. "We encourage you to get to know each other while we treat you to a Narnian feast."

He swept his arm to the side of the room, his gold cape dramatically swinging with it. Rows of Narnians emerged from large doors holding platters of traditional Narnian foods, each one decorated until it was a piece of art itself. Our guests applauded at the sight, eagerly watching as they placed the platters on the table while spreading napkins on their laps. A few men tucked their napkins into their shirts and I mentally scolded them for their poor manners.

"Enjoy!" Peter sat down and the table sprung into action.

It was like these people hadn't seen food in months, the way they dived at the food was a little concerning. The Narnians that brought out the food sat down in their seats around the table as they always did, scooping up food with much more dignity than our guests. I immediately began a conversation with Mr. Tumnus who sat across from me.

Someone cleared their throat loudly down the table and I looked up. The man who made the noise was almost glaring at the five of us. I recognized him as the same man who dismissed me earlier, Sir Atwood.

"Forgive me, Your Majesties, but why are your servants dining with us?" He pointed to a faun sitting next to him who stopped talking with a duchess. "Surely, their improper behavior will not be tolerated at this table."

A couple of guests gasped slightly at his rude behavior and turned to us to watch our reaction. I looked at Peter for his answer and caught sight of Y/n's face. She looked like she might declare war on the man at any moment.

"Mr. Marcus is acting improperly, then?" Peter gestured to the faun with a hint of a smile. "Please let me know how he has offended you and I will speak with him later on correcting his behavior."

"Well you see, his manners are surely not adequate for this setting. He could thoroughly embarrass you, Your Majesties."

"Hm. I see." Peter placed his hand on his chin in thought, "Well then, Sir Atwood, I would advise not speaking. It could thoroughly embarrass you."

"Excuse me?" Sir Atwood sat up straight.

"Your lack of manners and courtesy towards my people will not be tolerated at this table." Peter stood and glared at Sir Atwood. "My people have earned their place at this table and will not be removed because you feel uncomfortable with their presence."

"If you will not dismiss them, I will leave." Sir Atwood threatened. I couldn't help the small laugh that escaped my mouth. It was clear that no one wanted him here anyways.

"Be our guest." Peter sat back down with a smirk.

Sir Atwood gaped at the High King before pushing back his chair and storming out of the room, his family not bothering to follow him. As soon as the door shut behind him, the room burst out into laughter, even his family joining in. His daughter seemed to be laughing the loudest.

"Thank you, Your Majesty." Marcus stood and bowed to Peter.

"Don't thank me for common decency." Peter gestured for him to sit back down. "Now, enjoy your dinner."

He bowed once again before eagerly returning to his conversation with the duchess.

"That was fantastic!" Y/n squealed as she scooped up some soup. "I would've pummeled him but that works too."

"I thought you were going to murder him," Edmund said with a full mouth.

"Your face was pretty intimidating." I agreed.

"Do you think he'll ever come back?" Lucy watched the door.

"No," Peter shook his head with a grin, "We hurt his ego too much."

"Let's just hope we still have an alliance with his family, they are still powerful people."

"It doesn't look like they're leaving any time soon," Peter pointed to his wife and daughter, both in deep conversation with the other people at the table.

I smiled but it quickly turned into a frown when I noticed a girl in a poofy pink dress making her way over to us. I heard Y/n groan beside me and knew she had spotted Anne too.

"High King Peter!" She practically squealed, "It's so good to see you again!"

Peter cringed a little as she hugged him, "Princess Anne, wonderful to see you."

"Daddy's been sending you letters," She twirled her hair around her finger, "But we haven't gotten a response. Are you not receiving them?"

"Ah, no it seems not." Peter faked a smile, "But I will see that we find your lost mail."

"Oh, good!" She giggled, "I'll be in touch."

Anne waved and pranced back to her friends, all of them giggling and gossiping as soon as she returned. I couldn't help but be thoroughly annoyed by her.

"I have a feeling you did receive those letters," Lucy smirked at Peter, "What were they about?"

He ran a hand through his hair, nearly knocking the crown off of his head. "Marriage proposals." He sighed.

"Oh?" Edmund looked up, interested.

"Every week I get at least two letters from King Runas asking me to marry Anne, and every week I ignore them."

"I understand that," I grumbled and stabbed my broccoli.

He nodded, "I don't want to marry for political reasons, much less marry her."

"And I understand that." Y/n scoffed and watched Anne at the other end of the table, acting as if she were already engaged to Peter. Let's hope she never will be.

-A more slightly political chapter for our five rulers, just to show that it's not all just fun and games for them. I'm hoping to get some more Edmund and Y/n stuff soon cuz I'm missing it. Thank you for reading!-

-Mocha