Queen of the Horn

She sat on the throne, somewhat rigid but giddy.

Her siblings sat alongside her, having just been crowned by Mr. Tumnus, looking much how she felt. Each was smiling as the people before them cheered, showing gratitude for everything the four had done in setting the world right again.

Even though it felt like she didn't do much.

The warm fur brushing against her ankle reminded her of who had. Maugrim sat at her feet, curled around the front of the throne, eyeing the crowd with an almost - dare she think it - content gaze.

He was her elite guard. Her only guard. The only one the Queen would need as along as she was in Narnia.

The end. Thanks for reading!