Dec. 29th, 2005

bantha_fodder: ([narnia] reaching for you)
title: treading imprints in the snow
author: bantha_fodder
fandom: narnia
rating: pg
i do not own these characters, and i am making no profit. this is all done for fun.

summary: The responsibilities of a King.

with thanks to claira, as per usual.

This piece of fiction is a logical follow on from a piece I wrote earlier this year, called Joining Hands As Nations, about the marriage proposals Queen Susan received. You do not need to have read it for this one to make sense, but I link it here for interest and completion.

29/12/2005

The responsibilities of a King )
bantha_fodder: ([narnia] king edmund - tris)
A brief bit of fic for Liz: breakfast with the King of Archenland. i do not own, etc etc.

On the first day of Spring, the sun was unusually bright, and the sky unexpectedly clear, so Cor joined his brother and his father in the North-Eastern gardens for breakfast. Surrounded by intricate hedgery and cats lounging in the warm sunlight, Cor fought with his brother for dominance over the blackberry jam.

"Cor," interrupted their father, and coughed loudly. "Soon you will be King, and as such, there are things I would discuss with you."

"Father," laughed Corin, "Do not play games with us. That cough was so contrived you could not hope to convince the dumbest of creatures. There is nothing you need discuss with Cor."

"And yet I would," replied their father, caught out in his act. "For I am old, and one day Cor will be your king."

"And a jolly terrible one at that."

"Cor," said the King, turning to his eldest son. He raised his voice over Corin's laughter. "I need to talk to you."

"So I gathered, Father. Surely we can talk now, so that I may take Corin's counsel?"

"Not that you would want it," said Corin.

"Indeed, it is worthless," said Cor to his brother, "But I would have you here all the same."

The King took a deep breath, and spoke, his voice heavy and serious. "Cor," he said, and laid a hand on Cor's shoulder. "I think it time you took a wife."

Corin choked on his toast.
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