The Pevensies

*Setting: the Pevensies are in Narnia, and their riegn began four years ago. Peter is 17; Susan is 16; Edmund is 13; Lucy is 12. They are in Cair Paravel.*

Lucy stomped into the long, wide, pannled room. Her brothers Edmund and Peter, Peter the eldest of the four children, sat by the fire, not speaking. Susan, the second eldest, had obviously been persuading them to speak to each other, then gave up, for she now sat behind Peter, her back to both the boys.
"Su?" said Lucy timidly, wondering what on earth had gone on while she was with Mr. Tumnus, her first Narnian friend. "What's the matter? A letter for you came today - from Aravis and Corin."
Susan stood up, threw her brother Peter a nasty look, and walked to Lucy. The youngest Pevensie held out a small envelope. On it said:
To Queen Susan the Gentle of Narnia, Castle Cair Paravel, the Eastern Shore from King Cor and Princess Aravis of Archenland.​
Susan opened the envelope, took out the letter and read it. With each word, her eyes grew wider and wider, and her heart sank. She felt dizzy. She sat down next to Peter, who took the letter out of her hands.
"'Dear Susan, it is our duty as his brother and wife to tell you that the beloved Prince Corin died today of illness. We ask that you come and visit. Best wishes, Cor and Aravis.'" Peter looked at Susan, whose face was covered in tears. Prince Corin had been the son of Susan's good friend; Corin's mother died and it was one of her last wishes for Su to take good care of Corin. And she did: the two became close friends. "Su..." Peter croaked. "Su I'm so sorry." Susan gulped a few times and gasped, eyes streaming, "I have to go see them."
All the while, Edmund had been listening to the conversation only half-heartedly. True, he'd become a much better person after the coronation...but nothing could turn him truley from his old, nasty ways. Which was why he and Peter had fought.
 
QueenSusanofNarnia said:
Oh, yeah! Ur right - HBB is 14 years after the Pevensies are crowned...oh well, the time doesn't fit but that's ok! ( i hope!)

It's fine.

It's your story, so you can make up the times.
 
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Susan lay in bed for a bit, thinking over what she had read in the letter.
How could Corin have died? Why didn't anyone tell her he was sick? It made no sense to Susan.
There was a knock on the door. "Come in," Susan said. The door creaked open and Peter entered the room.
"Su?" he asked, hoping for the best. "Are you OK?"
 
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Honestly, this was very well written. Keep it up!
 
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But yo ucan't have him!!!
 
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