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𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐀: 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐌

#𝟐: 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐓𝐙 𝐁𝐄𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐑

(Picture above is art by us. It is of Princess Vivianne of Levefre.)

PETER'S POV:

I should have been watching the whole room. As High King, I was supposed to assess everything. Every alliance, every gesture, every whisper, everything that's in here.

But I wasn't. I was watching her.

The girl in sapphire.

No, the woman in sapphire.

Her movement didn't beg for attention like the others, it commanded it. Each step was intentional, as if the music obeyed her. Her veil shimmered, but she never used it to hide, only to hint.

But it was her eyes... those hazel, defiant eyes... those struck me hardest.

She looked like she didn't want to be admired. She looked like she wanted to challenge me. And I couldn't look away.

"That's my friend, remember? Princess Vivianne," Susan murmured beside me, almost reading my thoughts. "Vivianne the Valorous. Daughter of Levefre's crown."

Levefre. Of course.

The gemstone kingdom. Rich. Poweful. And... cold. Cair Paravel and Levefre had always been polite allies of Narnia, but tension always hummed beneath our treaties like a sword under silk.

"She's dangerous," Susan added softly, sipping her wine. "Smart. Unbending. And a little famous for turning down five noble suitors before the age of eighteen."

Dangerous. Unbending.

I almost smiled. That made two of us.

As the music swelled, Her movements shifted. Gone was the soft grace of the beginning. She spun sharp now, precise, like every step was a warning to anyone watching too closely. It's a ritual she didn't perform for us, but despite us. She didn't float like a dancer trained for court. No, she strode through the rhythm.

Her hands painted through the air, but they weren't delicate. They were measured. Like even the music had to earn the right to touch her. And yet, it felt like every motion was aimed directly at me.

She knew I was watching. No, she wanted me to. Not to impress, But to test. She wasn't here to be chosen. She was here to choose.

I leaned forward slightly in my seat. She danced like she owed nothing to anyone. She looked at me like she saw me straight through the mask I wore. I found my fingers curling on the armrest of the throne-like chair. This wasn't an allure. This was a message.

And in that moment, I knew one thing for certain:

This isn't a woman I could charm. This isn't someone I could win with a smile and titles.

This is a warrior in disguise.

My crown suddenly felt heavier.

"She's looking at you," Edmund murmured beside me, voice low.

"She's assessing me," I replied quietly, unable to pull my eyes away.

Susan gave a faint hum. "I think she's judging you."

"Let her..." I said, and I meant it.

She didn't want a prince or king to chase her. She wanted an equal to meet her halfway.

The music began to slow, a final dance before it will end. The veiled princesses moved in synchrony, their silhouettes melting into the flicker of candlelight like folding in at dusk. Each one poses in different ways, skirts fanned out, veils catching the soft moonlight in a shimmer ot quiet glory.

But my eyes could only focus to one. It was her, always her. Vivianne's sapphire dress glinted like starlight on a deep dark sea. The room held its breath.

Then she turned her face toward the audience, toward me. Not fully. Just enough for her hazel eyes to meet my blue ones across the expanse of marble and gold.

Applause erupted. Loudly. Cheers and laughters around.

But I barely heard it. Because in that look, there was no invitation. No flirtation. Just a challenge.

Even as the applause rose, I found myself scanning the room again. Foolish act of maybe... looking for her? But there was something about her performance, it didn't feel like a romantic at all, like it had been a challenge meant only for me.

I stood up and started to walk away... when a voice stop me.

"High King Peter," said by Lady Veraline.

"You look as though you've seen a ghost. Or perhaps... an angel?"

I turned and saw Veraline, her veil glinting as she tilted her head.

I offered a polite nod. "Lady Veraline. I trust you enjoyed the dance?"

"Oh, absolutely," she said, taking a slow sip from her glass. "It seems like you favored someone, High King."

I gave a tight smile. "Some performances are... harder to ignore than others."

She turned her head to the crowd while fixing her veil seductively. "Princess Vivianne. Quite the favorite tonight. Though I imagine she didn't mean to be."

I look at her in surprise. "You know her?"

"I heard of her," she said replied. "We happen to see one another, just don't know each other. She doesn't make friends easily. Doesn't believe in pleasantries."

"She seemed... Different." I said fixing my masks

She chuckled, "She is. Headstrong. Stubborn. Brilliant, though she'd never admit it. And if she is dancing for someone tonight, it's not for romance."

I looked at her. "No?"

She stepped closer, maybe a bit too close. "Her highness doesn't believe in fairy tales. She believes in victory. That dance? That was a sword wrapped in silk. A warning."

"A warning to whom?" | asked

"To anyone who thinks she can be won," Veraline said, eyes sharp beneath the mask "Especially kings."

There it was. That urge of strong power hidden in petals. I offered a measured smile.

"Well," I said, voice low, "I never said I wanted to win her."

She smirked. "Didn't you?"

I was stunned... didn't I? I questioned my thoughts.

"Enjoy your evening, Your Majesty. Do not despair, there are many more eligible women here." she said smoothly. "Careful, High King. Levefre may trade in gemstones, but their princess is pure fire."

She gave a polite bow saying, "Excuse me, I must go and find my twin sister." Before leaving me there with my thoughts.

3rd Person POV:

Vivianne swayed lightly to the music as various guests greeted her. She returned their pleasantries with a faint smile. As she turned with the rhythm, her gaze caught a particular guest clad in green. He was speaking rather seriously, though the men around him laughed heartily.

A boy with a neat bob of brown hair shifted uncomfortably, his warm brown eyes narrowing as he spoke. His cheeks were flushed a soft, rosy red, clear embarrassment. His pink lips pressed into a slight frown, standing out against his pale face. Compared to the broad-shouldered men surrounding him, he looked noticeably lanky and small. Rectangular glasses perched steadily on his nose, catching the light with each subtle movement of his head.

Curious, Vivianne subtly approached them, eager to know what they were discussing.

CLEM'S POV:

I sighed as the men I was supposed to consult regarding the new cannons His Majesty had commissioned burst into laughter. The stench of booze clung to them like a second skin. One of them, his mouth twisted into a sneer, said, "Well, I suppose His Majesty is a bit late. We've already made plans to trade our materials with another kingdom."

Another chimed in, "A better kingdom at that!" He let out a guttural laugh.

I clenched my fists. Of course. The Telmarines. Our sworn enemies. Who else could it be?

As their obnoxious laughter echoed in my ears, my gaze drifted-and caught on a breathtaking figure in sapphire blue. Even with a veil, her beauty was undeniable. She looked like royalty... perhaps even a princess. I quickly looked away, disappointed in myself for being so easily distracted. I serve His Majesty. I am his loyal subject. I cannot afford to lose focus now.

VIVIANNE'S POV:

I caught bits of their conversation.

The boy's from Sylvarren? I recalled my father mentioning them once during one of his many lectures.

As I swayed gently with the music, I accidentally bumped into a tall man who reeked of alcohol. I scrunched my nose at the stench. He looked at me with an unsettling grin, licked his chapped lips, and said, "Would you care to dance, my lady?" His voice was slow and slimy, sending chills down my spine.

I narrowed my eyes. "Oh no, I'm quite sorry, but I'm feeling unwell," I said, feigning a sickly expression.

Unfortunately, the fool didn't take the hint. "Well, how about we go out back? I have a few remedies with me," he said, stepping closer.

I was just about to kick him where it counts when he grabbed my hand. Before I could react further, a voice cut through the tension.

"Excuse me, lad, but the lady is with me."

It was the boy from earlier, the one with the brown hair and glasses. He was trying his best to maintain his composure, though I could tell he was seething.

PETER'S POV:

I was chatting with my siblings, but my thoughts were elsewhere, entirely preoccupied with the lady in sapphire blue. Her face had etched itself into my mind.

"Earth to Peter Pevensie, hellooo?" Lucy waved a hand in front of my face.

I blinked and turned to her. "Yes?"

She smiled knowingly. "You've been quiet ever since you've been staring at that beautiful lady. Don't tell me you're smitten?"

I cleared my throat. "Mind your own business, Lucy."

She giggled. My siblings thrived off my suffering.

Susan asked, "So... what do you make of Vivi? Aside from her otherworldly looks?"

How could I describe her? She was stunning, of course, but it wasn't just her appearance. Her presence was refreshing, like cool spring air. Even thinking about her made my heart race.

"Everything," I said without thinking, before sputtering, "I-I mean, she's quite a looker, and very pleasant to be around."

Edmund hummed, "You and your lies, Peter. Just admit you're in love."

Lucy joined in, dramatically falling to the ground. "Oh my sweet, when will I see you again?"

Edmund followed up with mock tragedy. "Soon, when the first drop of rain falls, my darling."

They both burst into laughter.

"Shut it, you two," I muttered, walking away as Susan tried, unsuccessfully, to scold them.

I scanned the crowd and caught sight of a sapphire veil. My heart leapt. It was her.

But my path was blocked by a noble who looked like he'd downed several crates of wine. He was speaking to her, far too closely. From where I stood, she looked uncomfortable.

Then he grabbed her hand.

My blood boiled. I shoved my way through the crowd, not bothering to apologize, only to halt when the boy from Sylvarren stepped in. He gently took her hand, spoke something to the man, and led her away to dance with a sheepish smile.

I silently thanked him. Still, I couldn't help the bitter taste of jealousy rising in my throat.

I glanced once more at the drunkard, my jaw tightening, and without a word, I grabbed him by the collar and dragged him to a secluded area.

3rd person POV:

Clem and Vivianne stood at the dance floor before slowly swaying to the beat of the music. Concern shadowed his face.

"Are you alright? He didn't do anything else to you, did he?" he asked, his voice low but tight with worry. "Men like him always think they can get what they want...It's disgusting."

He muttered more under his breath until Vivianne interrupted, smiling warmly.

"Thank you—for what you did. If you hadn't stepped in, that man would've ended up on the floor covered in bruises." She added with a wink, "I may not look strong, but looks can be deceiving, don't you think?"

Clem looked at her with wonder. "Are you from Levefre?"

Vivianne blinked, slightly taken aback, then nodded.

"Wait... if you are, then you're—You're Highness!" he stammered, quickly bowing his head.

Vivianne stood awkwardly, then said, "There's no need for that. You may call me Vivianne."

Clem raised his head slowly, looking a bit flustered. "Ah... alright, Vivianne." He straightened his posture. "It's an honor to meet you. My name is Clem. I serve His Majesty of Sylvarren."

After introductions, the two began to talk

—lightly at first, then more comfortably— until a commanding voice interrupted.

"May I have this dance, my lady?"

It was Peter.

Vivianne turned in recognition, then glanced at Clem, who offered her a small, reassuring smile and waved his hand dismissively.

She returned his smile with a faint apology and placed her hand in Peter's.

VIVIANNE'S POV:

I danced with Lord Clem, my skirt and veil swaying with the soft tune of the music. My hands placed lightly on his shoulder while his are on my waist, we dance together just like the others in the ballroom, I can feel their eyes on me and I don't give a damn. I'm here for duty.

I spun around and walked, my feet leaving the dance floor, the music turned into a romantic theme. I talked with Clems a little bit when suddenly, someone interrupted us.

It was him, the young king. The High King Peter of Narnia, Lord of Cair Paravel, and The Emperor of Lone Islands.

"May I have this dance, my lady?" he asked, holding out his hand for me to take.

I look at Lord Clems, he gently wave his hands dismissively before leaving.

I turned to him, High King of Narnia. Dressed in midnight blue, crownlight catching in his golden hair like the sun itself bowed to him - his hand extended, palm open. I placed my warm hands in his as he guide me back to the the dance floor.

"Was stealing the spotlight not enough? Now you're stealing dances too?" I said snarkily, placing my hands on his shoulders.

Peter grinned, completely unbothered. "I thought l'd give your poor dance partner a break. He looked seconds away from fainting."

The waltz had begun, and already I could feel that maddening sense of pride radiating from him. Peter Pevensie, the golden boy king. Tall, proud, with a smile that knew it could disarm nations. Of course he would cut in. Of course he'd do it in front of everyone.

"Still charming your way through every kingdom, I see" I murmured, eyes fixed just above his shoulder as we danced.

Peter's lips twitched. "And here I thought Levefre raised its daughters to be kind."

"Oh, we are. Just not to boys with crowns too big for their heads." I answered.

"Is that flattery? I haven't even insulted your kingdom yet." He teased, twirling me easily.

I looked up at him, eyebrow raised. "Careful, High King. You're sounding dangerously close to charmed."

His smile curled at the edges. "Careful, Princess. You're sounding dangerously close to being flattered."

I caught the way his gaze flickered, not toward me, but to the edges of the ballroom. To the nobles lined along the marble pillars, their stares like daggers and whispers barely veiled. His jaw tightened, only slightly.

He was watching them watch us.

We slowed, our steps coming to a still. His hand remained at my waist just a moment too long, as though he wasn't quite ready to let go, and maybe I wasn't either.

Peter looked at me then, and for the first time tonight, it wasn't teasing. His gaze held mine, clear and unflinching, like he was trying to memorize something he'd never admit aloud.

I didn't speak. Neither did he.

He bowed.

I curtsied.

"I hope you're not too insecure," I said, smirking.

He blinked, refocusing on me. "What would I be insecure about?"

"I don't know... too many to list" I twirled under his arm with ease, my fingers slipping against his palm.

The final notes of the waltz lingered like a sigh, fading into the high ceilings and golden arches above. Applause murmured around us, but I barely heard it. Too fixated on the boy infront of me.

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𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐀: 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐌

#𝟏: 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐄, 𝐕𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐀, 𝐕𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐋

VIVIANNE'S POV:

"My, my, my.... aren't you two just precious..." The woman in white, walked toward us menacingly. The smile on her lips, chilled my body with dread, colder than the snow she used to freeze my kingdom.

Gripping my mother's dress, my knuckles turned white in fear as my mother takes several steps back. Placing herself in front of me in a protective manner. "Mummy...," I whimper.

"It's okay, It's okay, my love." Mother whispers. more to herself, rather than to me. Her hands tremble as she grips my father's sword, trying to be brave for the both of us. "What do you want?", my mother asks lowly, through gritted teeth. The frost biting our skin was nothing compared to the fear instilled by the woman before us.

"You know what I want, Valerie. I asked nicely, but I've grown tired of your kingdom's defiance. So, enough playing games..." The woman suddenly came hurling toward my mother and I with a fierce roar. My mother pushes me away, slashing her sword to redirect the white witches wand.

"Mum!" I scream, watching the scene play out in front of me. Feelings of alarm and paranoia presses against my chest, my tears threatening to fall as I watch my mother hold her ground against the white witch. I try to run towards them, but I physically can't. It was as though my body had been frozen into place, my voice stuck in my throat not allowing any sound to leave my lips. My limbs refused to obey, as if anchored by invisible chains of fear as I look back and forth between my body, unmoving, to my mother still struggling against the witch. My mind, my spirit in a shell of a body that I cannot control.

Suddenly without warning, with one swift jab by the white witch's wand, my mother gasps in pain. I watch in horror, the light draining from my mother's eyes as she falls limp on the floor. "No! Mummy!", my scream rips through the air as my mother desperately grasps the hilt of the witch's wand that had been pierced through her heart. Fighting helplessly to stay alive.

I awoke with a start, a gasp escaping from my lips as I quickly sit up right. Eyes, wide with terror, darting around the room as I clutch the velvet sheets to my chest. Cold sweat clung to my skin and my breath came in ragged gasps. The canopy of my bed with its once comforting drapes now suddenly feels as though they were suffocating me. I run my hands through my hair, as I stand up, pacing in a slightly frantic manner. Moonlight coming in from the windows, offering me slight comfort as it lights up my room with soft blue hues.

A sudden creak of the door, pulls my attention. "Princess?" a voice softly calls out.

In comes, Saoirse, my ever-attentive loyal handmaiden who has cared for me as if I was her own child for many years now. Saoirse was a brilliant woman in her late 30's, with dark brown locks, always kept away from her face in a bun hidden in her maid cap, has a plump figure with a button nose to which her son has thankfully acquired and freckles that is the most prominent trait in her family. Despite not being the tallest, she was frightening, never to be meddled upon, especially when she flashed those fierce green eyes to people, they believed they'd be turned into stone.

Now, those blazing eyes are wide with a sort of quiet concern.

"My princess," she whispered, approaching the bed. "I heard you cry out. Are you harmed?"

I shook my head, attempting to steady my voice. "Just a nightmare. A very terrible one too."

She nodded, understanding etched into her features. Without a word, she moved to the hearth, rekindling the fire to chase away the lingering chill. The room gradually warmed, the dancing flames casting comforting shadows on the walls.

Saoirse returned to my side, placing a gentle hand on my shoulder. "Would you like some tea, my lady? Perhaps it will soothe your nerves."

I managed a faint smile. "Yes, that would be lovely."

As she prepared the tea, I gazed out the window, the first light of dawn breaking the horizon. The nightmare's grip loosened its hold, and I took solace in the presence of my loyal handmaiden. Even after years of white witch's reign, 4 years to be exact, I am still being plagued by the nightmares of my past. My mother. Oh, how I miss her.

Her kindness seemed to reflect from within, enveloping others with her warmth, in a gentle embrace. She was as beautiful as Levefre's setting sun. My people have always told me that I took on her beauty, I sure do hope so. To me, my mummy was the most beautiful woman I've ever laid eyes on. Her beauty was reminiscent of a tranquil sunset. The perfect reflection of serenity. Both captivating and life changing. Just as each sunset paints the sky with unique shades of coral, rose, cobalt and lavender, her presence brought a distinct and comforting light to every moment. In her eyes danced the colors of twilight, reflecting a depth of love and understanding that words could scarcely capture.

Even in her absence, the afterglow of her compassion lingers, much like the lingering colors of dusk that stay with us long after the sun has dipped below the horizon. Her legacy is etched in the hearts she touched, a testament to a love as enduring and beautiful as the most breathtaking sunset. I long for her comforting embrace everyday. I was only a child when she was taken from me, and I will forever be her child.

The hours passed by in a blur, too consumed by my thoughts I hadn't realized that, until moonlight was replaced by the sun's rays. Illuminating the room in warm golden light. The morning sun filtered through the lace curtains, casting a delicate glow on the crystals littered across my bedchambers.

My kingdom, Levefre, the forest kingdom of Narnia, and domain of House Helenstone. With glittering mountains glistening under the basking Narnian sun. Running through the deep ancient veins of the mountains are endless heaps of sapphires, emeralds, rubies and diamonds; the lifeblood of the Levefrians. Levefre lies at the crystal hills of the North, considered as the largest mountain ranges in Narnia.

We, levefrians, live off our trade. Trading constructed creations and fabricated objects made from the gemstones of our crystals. Being apart of the magnificent land of Narnia, our craftmanship services is what combats our crystal trade. I take pride in my kingdom, as princess and heir to the throne of Levefre, though the crown may be a burden to me.

I sat at my writing desk, attempting to pen a letter, but my thoughts scattered, haunted by the memories of last night and of my duties

A soft knock at the door interrupted my train of thoughts.

"Come in," I called, setting down my quill.

Saoirse stepped in, her chestnut hair neatly hidden in her maid cap, eyes sparkling with a mix of excitement and curiosity. In her hands, she held an envelope sealed with a familiar crest.

"A letter arrived for you, my lady," she said, handing it over.

I recognized the elegant script immediately. Susan Pevensie. My heart fluttered with anticipation as I broke the seal and unfolded the parchment.

𝒟ℯ𝒶𝓇 𝒱𝒾𝓋𝒾，

ℐ 𝒽ℴ𝓅ℯ 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓁ℯ𝓉𝓉ℯ𝓇 𝒻𝒾𝓃𝒹𝓈 𝓎ℴ𝓊 𝓌ℯ𝓁𝓁． ℒ𝓊𝒸𝓎 𝒶𝓃𝒹 ℐ 𝒽𝒶𝓋ℯ 𝒷ℯℯ𝓃 𝓈ℴ ℯ𝓍𝒸𝒾𝓉ℯ𝒹， ℯ𝓋ℯ𝓇 𝓈𝒾𝓃𝒸ℯ 𝓌ℯ 𝓇ℯ𝒸ℯ𝒾𝓋ℯ𝒹 𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝒾𝓃𝓋𝒾𝓉𝒶𝓉𝒾ℴ𝓃 𝒻𝓇ℴ𝓂 𝒫𝓇𝒾𝓃𝒸ℯ𝓈𝓈 ℳ𝒶𝓀𝒾 𝒶𝒷ℴ𝓊𝓉 𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝒻ℯ𝓈𝓉𝒾𝓋𝒶𝓁． ℐ，𝓋ℯ 𝒶𝓈𝓀ℯ𝒹 𝓈ℴ 𝓂𝒶𝓃𝓎 𝓅ℯℴ𝓅𝓁ℯ 𝒶𝒷ℴ𝓊𝓉 𝒾𝓉 𝒶𝓃𝒹 ℐ，𝓂 𝒿𝓊𝓈𝓉 ℯ𝒸𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓉𝒾𝒸 𝒶𝒷ℴ𝓊𝓉 𝑔ℴ𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝒽ℯ𝓇ℯ！ 𝒞𝒶𝓃 𝓎ℴ��� 𝒷ℯ𝓁𝒾ℯ𝓋ℯ 𝒾𝓉'𝓈 𝒶𝒸𝓉𝓊𝒶𝓁𝓁𝓎 𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓅ℯ𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔？ 𝒜𝒻𝓉ℯ𝓇 𝒸ℯ𝓃𝓉𝓊𝓇𝒾ℯ𝓈， 𝓉𝒽ℯ𝓎 𝒹ℯ𝒸𝒾𝒹ℯ𝒹 𝓉ℴ 𝒽ℴ𝓁𝒹 𝒾𝓉 𝒻ℴ𝓇 𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝒻𝒾𝓇𝓈𝓉 𝓉𝒾𝓂ℯ 𝓈𝒾𝓃𝒸ℯ 𝓉𝒽ℯ𝓃． ℐ'𝓂 𝒿𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝑔𝓁𝒶𝒹 𝓌ℯ'𝓇ℯ 𝒶𝒷𝓁ℯ 𝓉ℴ 𝑔ℴ． 𝒯𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝒾𝓈 𝒿𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝒶𝓂𝒶𝓏𝒾𝓃𝑔． ℐ'𝓂 𝓈ℴ 𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓅𝓎 𝒻ℴ𝓇 𝒫𝓇𝒾𝓃𝒸ℯ𝓈𝓈 ℳ𝒶𝓀𝒾 𝒻ℴ𝓇 𝓈𝓉ℯ𝓅𝓅𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓊𝓅 𝒻ℴ𝓇 𝒱𝓇𝒶𝓃𝒹ℯ𝓁𝒾𝒶 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝒶𝓀𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒸𝒽𝒶𝓇𝑔ℯ， 𝓉𝒽ℴ𝓊𝑔𝒽 ℐ 𝒹ℴ 𝒻ℯℯ𝓁 𝓈ℴ𝓇𝓇𝓎 𝒻ℴ𝓇 𝒽ℯ𝓇 𝒶𝒻𝓉ℯ𝓇 𝒽ℯ𝒶𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒶𝒷ℴ𝓊𝓉 𝓌𝒽𝓎 𝓈𝒽ℯ ℴ𝓋ℯ𝓇𝓉𝒽𝓇ℯ𝓌 𝒽ℯ𝓇 𝒻𝒶𝓉𝒽ℯ𝓇． 𝒯𝒽ℯ 𝒷ℯ𝒶𝓋ℯ𝓇𝓈 𝒽𝒶𝓋ℯ 𝒷ℯℯ𝓃 𝓉ℯ𝓁𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓂ℯ 𝒶𝒷ℴ𝓊𝓉 𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝒸ℴ𝓊𝓇𝓉𝓈𝒽𝒾𝓅 𝓇𝓊𝓁ℯ𝓈 ℴ𝒻 𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝒻ℯ𝓈𝓉𝒾𝓋𝒶𝓁 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝒽𝒾𝓈𝓉ℴ𝓇𝓎 𝒷ℯ𝒽𝒾𝓃𝒹 𝒾𝓉． ℐ'𝓂 𝓆𝓊𝒾𝓉ℯ 𝓃ℯ𝓇𝓋ℴ𝓊𝓈， 𝒷𝓊𝓉 ℯ𝓍𝒸𝒾𝓉ℯ𝒹 𝓉ℴℴ！

ℋ𝒶𝓋ℯ 𝓎ℴ𝓊 𝓂𝒶𝒹ℯ 𝒶𝓃𝓎 𝓅𝓁𝒶𝓃𝓈 𝒻ℴ𝓇 𝓌𝒽ℯ𝓃 𝓎ℴ𝓊'𝓇ℯ 𝒶𝓇𝓇𝒾𝓋𝒾𝓃𝑔？ ℐ 𝒸𝒶𝓃'𝓉 𝓌𝒶𝒾𝓉 𝓉ℴ 𝓈ℯℯ 𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒹𝓇ℯ𝓈𝓈 𝓎ℴ𝓊 𝓅𝒾𝒸𝓀ℯ𝒹 ℴ𝓊𝓉！ ℐ 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝓀𝒾𝓃𝑔 ℴ𝒻 𝑔ℴ𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝒽ℯ𝓇ℯ 𝒶𝓈 ℯ𝒶𝓇𝓁𝓎 𝒶𝓈 𝓅ℴ𝓈𝓈𝒾𝒷𝓁ℯ． 𝒲ℯ 𝓈𝒽ℴ𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝓂ℯℯ𝓉 𝓊𝓅 𝒶𝓉 𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝓂𝒶𝒾𝓃 ℯ𝓃𝓉𝓇𝒶𝓃𝒸ℯ． ℐ'𝓁𝓁 𝒷ℯ 𝓌𝒶𝒾𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒻ℴ𝓇 𝓎ℴ𝓊 𝓉𝒽ℯ𝓇ℯ． ℐ 𝒸𝒶𝓃'𝓉 𝓌𝒶𝒾𝓉 𝓉ℴ 𝒸𝒶𝓉𝒸𝒽 𝓊𝓅 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓈𝓅ℯ𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝓌𝒽ℴ𝓁ℯ 𝒹𝒶𝓎 ℯ𝓍𝓅𝓁ℴ𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉ℴ𝑔ℯ𝓉𝒽ℯ𝓇． ℱℯ𝓈𝓉𝒾𝓋𝒶𝓁𝓈 𝒶𝓇ℯ 𝒶𝓁𝓌𝒶𝓎𝓈 𝓈ℴ 𝓂𝓊𝒸𝒽 𝓂ℴ𝓇ℯ 𝓌ℴ𝓃𝒹ℯ𝓇𝒻𝓊𝓁 𝓌𝒽ℯ𝓃 𝓎ℴ𝓊，𝓇ℯ 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓈ℴ𝓂ℯℴ𝓃ℯ 𝓌𝒽ℴ 𝓀𝓃ℴ𝓌𝓈 𝒽ℴ𝓌 𝓉ℴ ℯ𝓃𝒿ℴ𝓎 ℯ𝓋ℯ𝓇𝓎 𝓂ℴ𝓂ℯ𝓃𝓉， 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓎ℴ𝓊 𝒹ℴ 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒷ℯ𝓉𝓉ℯ𝓇 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓃 𝒶𝓃𝓎ℴ𝓃ℯ ℐ 𝓀𝓃ℴ𝓌， 𝒱𝒾𝓋𝒾．

𝒲𝓇𝒾𝓉ℯ 𝒷𝒶𝒸𝓀 𝓈ℴℴ𝓃 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓁ℯ𝓉 𝓂ℯ 𝓀𝓃ℴ𝓌 𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓎ℴ𝓊𝓇 𝓅𝓁𝒶𝓃𝓈 𝒶𝓇ℯ． ℐ'𝓁𝓁 𝒷ℯ 𝒸ℴ𝓊𝓃𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝒹𝒶𝓎𝓈！

𝒲𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓂𝓎 𝓁ℴ𝓋ℯ，

𝒮𝓊𝓈𝒶𝓃

❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎

The soft wind was gentle this morning. Levefre- the kingdom in Northern Sky. My maid preparing my stuffs, Madame Saoirse with her son Nyvaine prepared the carriage and my stuffs for my departure. The pegasus stamped quietly near the carriage. Some servants with Madame Saoirse and Nyvaine stood ready. Her son will be the one who'll ride the carriage with the pegasus and take me to Vrandelia - The Pearl kingdom of East. Everything was now in place. But there's something I haven't done yet.

I was looking at the pegasi when I suddenly heard footsteps, I turned my head.

My father.

The King. King Vincent, The Imperial of Levefre.

My father approach me with a smile on his face.

"You ready to leave, my sweet?" My father asked in gentle tone

My father didn't wear a crown now — only the robes of a father seeing his daughter off. His hands were clasped behind his back, his gaze on the road near the gates.

I smiled softly

"Unfortunately dad, but don't worry... I'll be back soon." I said in a sweet gentle tone

My father looked at me, with a proud face, he fixed my hair and smiled again

"I'm scared of you leaving." he said worriedly

"Why?" I asked

"Vrandelia is not Levefre," he said after a pause. "They might not all speak plainly."

"Then I'll listen carefully" I replied.

He glanced at her then, eyes tired but proud. "You always do."

My father shook his head and smiled, I can feel how my father always treat me more than just a princess, but also as his daughter. I smiled back at him and we both hug each other.

"Don't worry dad, If I'm in any danger, remember that you taught me how to swordfight very well with Lord Fernold" I paused and step back, looking at my fathers eyes

"I won't give you failure father, you know me very well." I said and chuckled.

My father laughed and took something in his pockets.

"I was saving this," he said quietly, giving me a silver box. "But I think now is the right time."

I open the box and gasps as I saw what's inside, a sapphire necklace. He placed it around my neck. The pendant — a sapphire, dark as midnight, and some silver surrounded on it, like something so precious and well-deserved.

"This belonged to your mother," he said softly. "She wore it to Vrandelia once. Said it made her feel Confident. Strong."

I looked at the necklace in my neck

"The Sapphire necklace you gave?" I asked

"Exactly." My father said and fixed my hair and dress before stepping back

He looks at me, with a certain twinkle in his eyes- deja vu. He shook his head once before chuckling.

"You remind me of your mother," he paused. "Stubborn. Beautiful. Brilliant."

"Is that your way of telling me to behave?" I respond whilst chuckling.

"Sort of, now my child... listen" he paused and start walking away "Be careful there. Especially around their king."

I followed him, he walked me towards the carriage, he speak to me very carefully as I listened, his words are firm yet sweet, like he's sending his only princess into a war he knows she will win.

I raised a brow, curious. "Who? The old ones or the young ones?"

"The young one, High King Peter of Narnia." He said

"Oh, that blonde boy? why what's the matter with him?" I asked, tilting my head

"He's not what most expect, you'll hear stories that call him noble, brave, brilliant... and most of them are true. But remember, he was crowned young. He's been carrying kingdoms on his shoulders before most men learn how to shoulder their own name." My father said, and I listen carefully

"Don't let his strength fool you. He doesn't speak in riddles — he speaks like someone who knows the room is already listening."

"So... you want me to be silent?" I said and raised my eyebrows

My father chuckled "No, I want you to be yourself. And let him either admire that... or fear it."

"Which one should I choose?" I asked

"Fear." my father said and smirked

"You will not go there to be chosen, you will go there to choose, and let any man fear your strength... not physically, but mentally"

He paused and spoke again

"Let them eat the words they want to throw to you, do it graciously, elegantly... dance like even the wind will have the permission to touch you."

I smirked and nodded

"Trust me, I will."

My father smiled and help to get in the carriage

"See you my child, Let them know how Levefre polished their princess like how they polished the gemstones we trade" My father said and I can't help but smiled

"I will dad, in your hands I swear, I'll go back here without anything but power I got for Levefre" I said and waved at him

He waved back "May the stars favor you, my daughter."

"And you, Father." I said.

The door of the carriage closed.

I sat properly in my the carriage, felt nervous yet excited. I've been showing my strength eversince, but later... at the night of Virel, they will know how my father raised me.

I didn't look back, not because I'm sad to leave, but because I brought him with me, now.

I touched the sapphire necklace that's in my neck

"Goodbye, father." I whispered through the wind as the carriage began to move out and fly through the skies.

                                MAKI'S POV:

There are many things I've doubted in my life, many things I've pondered on. Though this responsibility, outweighs all the others. The crown, the throne, the title of King—Queen in my place.

Here I sit on a throne that feels as though it was made for someone else. I can only sigh at the weight of this burden in my heart, yet I can never ignore it.

My kingdom, Vrandelia, isn't quite mine yet. Yes, I am the rightful heir to the throne. The first born child, but as tradition in my family, House Aquarynth, goes the first born child has always been male. "A king is what the kingdom needs, not a pathethic queen that'll be their doom.", is what my father always said when he expressed his feelings about the disappointment of my birth, and of my little sister, Melody.

However, I haven't heard the sound of his voice in 3 years, since that faithful day where I overthrew him.

The day where he broke my family. The day he ruthlessly murdered my mother right in front of my eyes. Guess he took his title too literally. "King Seros, The Ruthless," really living up to his name.

"My King." General Callen bows to me as he steps into the war room.

General Callen, the very same general who committed crimes just to appease my father's wishes yet turned to change, the day that I decided to do what my people could only dream to do, bring my father down. General Callen was a man in his 40's, with scars scattered on his arms from the years of enduring my father's torment. A feared warrior was what he always was to others, but to me, even during the reign of my father, he was the man who tried his best to get me out of the trouble that was far from my control, sometimes even taking the blame for himself, watching me grow in the shadows, forever my silent protector.

General Callen stands as a formidable figure, his presence commanding respect and instilling a sense of awe. His dark skin, a deep, rich hue, is a testament to countless battles fought under unforgiving suns. Muscles honed by rigorous training ripple beneath his armor, each movement a display of controlled power, matched with a tail as dark as the ocean during the peak of a storm's fury. His eyes, a penetrating shade of brown, hold a depth that speaks of strategic brilliance and unwavering determination. A jagged scar runs from above his right eye, slicing down across the bridge of his nose, a lasting mark from a fierce confrontation to which he keeps his lips sealed.

"Yes, General?" I ask, my mind slightly in a haze.

General Callen holds my gaze before answering in slight apprehension as he approaches the table littered of maps.

"I would never wish to insult you, my liege. You're bravery for our kingdom is something I shall never forget-"

"Speak your mind, General. I trust your word."

With the ghost of a smile plastered on his face he proceeds, "I know you're quite pre-occupied, Princess, with the preparations of Virel. But, I can no longer ignore the wishes of our people."

I brace myself, though I already know what's coming.

"It is time for you to step up as queen..."

The silence that follows hangs between us, heavily.

"I know you've said countless times that you are not ready. That you cannot do it, but your people need a leader. A queen, and you know very well Melody cannot be that. She is only 3. She does not even understand how bubbles appear in the surface of our waters." He says drily, though I know he's joking.

"I know that, General. I'm not as dim witted as you think I am." I joke grimly.

"You know very well that I do not think that, my King."

"I know," I flash a smile at him before turning serious once again, "I have been thinking about it for quite some time now..."

"And?" he pursues.

There is a pause.

"I will take the crown."

General Callen sighs, relieved.

"After the festivities of Virel, I shall be crowned queen." I state before glancing at him, slightly caught off guard by the emotion written on his face. A quiet sort of pride lingers in his eyes, though he tries not to show it.

He bows to me deeply before placing his palms facing each other, flipping his hands and opening them in a clam-like manner. An ancient Velassari gesture, only done to Vrandelia's queens of the past, that is before my forefathers took over Vrandelia.

'I rise with the tide, I bow to the deep. My home is the ocean.', is what the gesture means.

That gesture is etched into my memory, a silent expression that transcended words. Though the ancient Velassari culture has been dormant for centuries, its essence stirred anew in a specific moment. The first time my people revived it was after the gruesome battle between my father and I. The first life I've taken. I was only 15.

In that quiet act, centuries of forgotten tradition surged forth, bridging the chasm between past and present, between estranged hearts. It wasn't merely a sign; it was a resurrection of identity, a testament to the enduring power of heritage to heal and unite. Velassarian culture has always been something I've found most beautiful. Before, we did not try to rule the ocean and it's people, never to be selfish of nature's gifts. Instead, we ruled with the tide, following the uncontrollable flow of nature. My forefathers did not believe in such "nonsense", they were too blinded by greed and power. Because of them, Vrandelia wasn't a home to my people, but a prison.

When I stood before them, the weight of my father's blood still fresh upon my hands, they did not turn away. Instead, they raised their hands in unison, fingers splayed in the ancient Velassari salute—a gesture unseen for generations. In that moment, they chose me as their queen, swearing their allegiance not out of fear, but from a deep-seated recognition of destiny fulfilled.

That gesture, resurrected in the wake of patricide, became the bridge between our fractured past and a future forged anew. It is a memory seared into my soul, a symbol of both the cost of power and the unyielding strength of tradition. "The Conqueror" is what they called me, the breaker of chains. I have been prepared to rule by my mother all my life. This is my duty and it's time for me to stop running away from it.

꧂꧂꧂꧂꧂꧂꧂✪꧁꧁꧁꧁꧁꧁꧁

Vrandelia shimmered ahead like a dream pulled from the deepest corners of an ancient legend. Spires of white and gold rose toward the heavens, carved with siren runes and seashell patterns that caught the light and scattered it like falling stars. Cherry blossoms bloomed impossibly along the water-walks, their petals drifting on the breeze, kissing the ocean's skin. Bridges of opaline stone curved like ribbons between towers, and coral-colored vines trailed lazily down sun-kissed balconies. Ramparts decorated with gonfalons displaying the royal crest; The makara. With the upper body of an elephant and the lower body of a crocodile, and peacock feathers littered across it's body. The makara has always been a loyal protector of Vrandelia.

Two Caeloran ships approached from the horizon, sleek vessels of deep pearl and navy, trimmed with silver, their banners fluttering in the wind: the sigil of the lake stag, cresting blue waves.

On the marble dock, beneath a gilded arch of flowering pearl trees, I stood in a light breezy bubblegum pink dress with a circlet of beautifully crafted seashells on it. At my side, my little sister, Princess Melody, barefoot and giddy, our mermaid tails no longer there by will, she gripped my hand with a childlike awe as she squealed, "They're here!" Pointing with her whole body.

The Caeloran ships docked, creaking softly as anchors dropped. Cedric was the first down the ramp.

That was the moment it truly hit me. My breath catches as the sense of nostalgia fills my chest.

*They're here*

"Cece!" Melody cried.

He dropped to one knee just in time for her to fling herself into his arms. He caught her with ease, laughing, his hair hair ruffled by the wind as he lifted her.

"Oh! How I've missed you, my sweet girl." Cedric kisses Melody's forehead affectionately. Holding Melody up with one arm, he looks back at me as Malakai slowly heads down the ramp, acknowledging Melody first.

"Hello, my little fish." Malakai whispers, brushing his knuckles softly against Melody's cheek.

"Maki." Cedric whispers my name like a promise. Almost desperate, but maybe I misheard it.

Forgetting all formality, I lost it. I ran towards them, my skirt balled up up in my fists, as I flew down the walkway.

Malakai reached me first.

He laughed as he caught me, spinning me in a tight circle like I weighed nothing. "Impatient, much?" he murmured into my ear. "Didn't even wait."

I buried my face in his shoulder, breathing him in, grounding myself. "You're late."

"You're glowing," he answered.

I sigh before pulling away from him slightly, "I've missed you, Kai." There's a pause before, "How dare you not write to me?! I haven't seen you in months!" I scold him, hitting his arm playfully.

"I did! Once every two months..." He flashes a cheeky grin at me, placing a friendly kiss on my cheek.

Turning to Cedric, he stepped forward just as I did, before reaching out for me in a way that made my heart flutter.

I was suddenly pressed into his chest, arms around his neck, Melody squished between us giggling softly.

This was what I've been missing for. Him. Being in his embrace.

Home wasn't always a place. Sometimes... it was a person. Or two.

"You came," I whispered into his chest, so low he might not have heard it.

"You called. I could never stay away from you even if I wanted to, Maki." He whispered into my ear, before humming against the crook of my neck in content, making me laugh.

Melody giggled again, pressing her face further into Cedric's chest, Malakai only a breath away beside us.

It was warm. Gentle. For the first time in months, I wasn't holding my breath anymore.

And I knew—no matter what came next—we were whole again.

Later that night...

For once, the ocean was quiet.

Far below the overwater palace where lanterns gleamed and servants rushed in preparation for Virel, the deep-blue halls of our underwater home glowed with moon coral and gentle tide-lights. Everything was softened, slower, like the ocean had taken a deep breath and was waiting to exhale. Cedric and Kai were now fast asleep at our castle above the ocean, but here in our underwater palace there is a little mermaid I have to see.

I slipped through the water, my tail sweeping behind me in a slow, effortless glide, royally purple, pink and blue scales glinting under the kingdom's shifting like stars in the night sky beneath the softly lit lamps. I passed the kelp-draped archway of Melody's chamber and paused.

She was curled up in her bed, her tiny pearl-pink tail tucked under her, slight wavy hair floating above her like an ink bloom. She wasn't asleep.

"Still awake, little siren?"

Melody turned her head slightly, brown eyes shining in the sea-light. "You said you'd tuck me in."

"I always do," I smiled, swimming in gently.

I let myself hover near her, folding into the soft seabed beside the shell-shaped bed. Her room was full of floating glass fish and delicate star-lanterns, but none of it could distract from the pout that was starting to form on her lips.

"You're upset," I said softly.

She didn't answer. Just blinked at me with that look, small and wounded in the way only younger siblings can be.

"I want to go to Virel," she finally said. "Why can't I go? I'm not that small."

My chest ached.

I brushed her hair back, tucking a curl behind her ear. "It's not about size, my song. Virel is a rite of passage for those who've come of age. It's always been that way."

She frowned. "But you'll all be up there. Laughing. Dancing. And I'll just be... here."

Her sadness was infectious. The sea carried emotion in ways air never could. It pressed into your skin. Into your bones.

I pulled her close, her small body folding against my side as her tail coiled around mine instinctively."Do you think I'd forget you for even a moment?" I whispered.

"No..." she said, hesitant.

"But..."

"But?"

She hesitated. "Sometimes, I worry that when you're queen,... maybe you won't miss me as much as I miss you."

Hearing those words st made my heart break.I turned her toward me and kissed her forehead, holding her tighter than before. "Melody Aquarynth, you are the rhythm of my tides. The sea that holds me steady. I will always miss you more."

She sniffled. "Even if I grow up slow?"

"Even then," I smiled. "I'll wait for you at every shore."

She smiles back at me, eyes still red with unshed tears, making my chest ache.

I stayed until her breathing steadied, her small fingers curled into my gold-streaked hair. I whispered stories into her ear as she drifted, sang songs until finally she slipped into a dreamless sleep. When I finally pulled away, the room had dimmed. The moon coral had dulled to soft lavender.

Before I swam away, I glanced back once more. Her tail shimmered faintly beneath the blankets and I knew that someday she'd grow up with the whole ocean before her, whatever happens I know I will never let her bear my burdens as her own. The ocean outside sang lullabies in whale tones and bubble whispers.

Tomorrow, I would step into Virel as Princess.

Tonight, I was just her sister.

                        

                           PETER'S POV:

The Kingdom of Vrandelia, during the Virel Festival, just as the sun dips low and golden fire spills through the venue. Musicians played a graceful melody. The scent of roses, food and wine floats in the air.

Vrandelia, the courtship festival, is where unions are forged and romance ensues. The whole purpose of this festival is to meet different people from different parts of Narnia and maybe find the love of your life by the end of the night. The mermaids of Vrandelia often times fall in love with a human then, and if you're not careful... you might get pulled away by the sirens.

I, Peter Pevensie, High King of Narnia, just arrived in the ball room and was welcomed by several guests, the crest of Narnia proudly displayed. Though still young, the weight of battle and leadership lent me an undeniable presence.

A fierce looking man approached - tall, dark skinned,  a large scar decorating his face, sword at his side and wore a robe of deep blue and silver. He bowed deeply, hand over his heart.

"High King Peter of Narnia," he intoned with reverence.

"I am General Callen. Loyal General and Knight of Vrandelia. It is our highest honor to welcome you to our home."

I bowed my head a little.

"The honor is mine, General Callen. Your kingdom is even more beautiful than the songs claim."

Before he could respond, a noblelady approached, Her hair was woven with strands of pearls.

"High King," she said with a curtsy, "I am Lady Veraline, daughter of Lady Melina of Vrandelia's court and lady-in-waiting for Princess Maki. May the stars favor you in this event tonight."

There was something behind her words - slight flirtation, but more suggestion. I nodded politely, the practiced smile of diplomacy on my lips.

"And may they favor you as well, Lady Veraline."

Her eyes lingered on me for a moment longer than necessary, but then she dipped her head and stepped back into the crowd.

More greetings followed. Nobles from distant islands and kingdoms. Lords I had only heard of in council chambers. Names, titles, smiles - all blurring together. I returned their words with grace and courtesy...