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Summary: Assorted moments from the Golden Age...

A/N: This is set in my A Light in the Darkness universe, but this can be read as a standalone.

A/N2: So, WillowDryad and I got together to do a Random Word Challenge set in one of my favorite Narnian time periods, the Golden Age. This is what I dreamed up. Be sure to check hers out too! Enjoy!

More Assorted Moments...

Gossip:

They met in a starlight garden by chance. She smiled up at him and then flung her arms around his neck as she pressed kisses against his face. He chuckled. "You will give the rumormongers much to gossip about if we are seen."

"Let them. I've missed you." She peeked through her lashes. "Did you not miss me, my lord husband?"

He tightened his hold on her when she moved to step back. "Yes," he whispered. "Yes, I have missed you more than I thought possible, Sweet." Then he captured her mouth in a kiss that made her fairly swoon.

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Leg:

"Now try to do it while standing on one leg."

Edmund and Peter exchanged incredulous looks. But Lucy only smiled and stood on one leg as she clasped her hands behind her back. Their teacher looked expectantly at the two kings.

Peter shrugged. If Lucy could do it, so could they.

He raised one leg, wobbled, and then steadied. The peach was lobbed and fell with a splat on the stone courtyard as Peter fought to regain his balance. Edmund cackled while the Flamingo shook her head sadly. "Peach tossing is more impressive if one actually catches it, Your Majesties."

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Test:

"Is this a test?"

"Don't be ridiculous. Who would test you on a slice of cake?"

"Oreius."

"Would he?"

"I wouldn't put it past him, Lu."

"And I think you're being silly, Edmund. It's apple cake, just eat it." Susan glared at their elder brother, adding, "And do not try to see how fast you can eat it."

Edmund looked at the cake. "I'll eat it if Peter has a bite from the same slice."

"Edmund!"

Peter just laughed and then he crammed half the cake slice into his mouth.

"Hey!"

Susan sighed. "You certainly failed the test on manners."

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Butterfly:

There were days when it was very difficult for Peter to maintain his kingly dignity to the degree most people expected of the High King of Narnia. This was one of those days.

When Thalia coaxed him to ignore the meeting with two obnoxious merchants trying to ingratiate themselves with Narnia's treasury, as Ed had put it, he had hoped that his sweet Flower wanted his undivided attention. Instead, he found himself playing with three adorable little Nymphs.

Now, however, he had flowers in his hair and a very blue butterfly sitting on his nose.

Edmund chortled, "High King Butterfly!"

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Principal:

"Principal evaluation?" He looked rather skeptically at his companion. "What do you mean I have to go through a principal evaluation?"

King Edmund smirked and clasped him on the shoulder. "You want to get back into my brother's good graces, yes?"

He nodded. "Yes, but how does a principal evaluation help?"

"Easy. You go down to the training yard and let Peter pummel you."

Tarrin looked at the Just King skeptically. "Your Majesty, why would letting the High King pummel me be considered a principal evaluation?"

King Edmund laughed. "Because otherwise he'd run you through."

"It was just one dance!"

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Skin:

He hadn't thought about it before now. But as he held his little son in his arms, he marveled at how soft the little one's skin was, softer even than his beloved wife's. Red from birthing and very warm to the touch, the newborn's skin helped remind his father of how fragile his newest family member was and would be for some time yet. Oh thank Aslan, he had a son. His precious little son.

Bowing his head, he pressed a kiss against his son's cheek then chuckled as the little one reacted by bawling angrily. "To your mother then."

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Pride:

Cair Paravel shone with lights for the Midsummer's Eve celebration. All were dressed in their finest from the Four to the smallest Mice. The soldiers on duty stood at attention, their armor and fur gleaming. Sweet music played, reminding all present of joy and of love.

"I look silly."

Oreius looked at his wife with love and pride shining in his dark gaze. "You are the most beautiful woman I know. And it is our song."

Alambiel conceded to a dance. Oreius said nothing when her ever-growing belly got in the way. He was too proud of their coming foal.

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Chandelier:

"What happened?"

"Nothing," came the immediate protest.

Queen Susan looked around the room in dismay. There were remnants of cake, pie fillings, and torn up sheets scattered all about the room. The mess covered the furnishings, the floor, the walls, several guards (who were fair shaking with ill-contained laughter), and one very naught little towheaded boy. Oh, she should have intervened as soon as she heard Peter and Edmund invite Corin to play knights and dragons. Where were those two anyway?

She looked back up at Corin, who was still dangling from the chandelier. "How did you get up there?"

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Salt:

"Maybe it needs a little more salt."

Oreius glanced at his wife then reluctantly observed her latest concoction. The odd combination of rhubarb, clover, seared chicken, peppers (which she had never tolerated before), and strawberries sandwiched between two large chocolate chip cookies was as unappetizing as anything he had ever seen. Of course, he dared not say what he actually thought of Alambiel's recent food cravings. He still had not found that last dagger. She added salt then took a large bite. "Better?"

Alambiel nodded.

He sincerely hoped their little one changed its mama's tastes to something less fazing soon.

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Fog:

Oreius peered out into the fog. Ever mindful of his sleeping charges, he kept both hands on his swords. The Centaur was determined that no harm would befall his foals this foggy night.

"Oreius?"

He turned his head at the sleepy whisper to see the Valiant standing next to him, her bare toes peeping out from beneath her dress. "Go back to bed, My Queen."

The filly looked up at him, her sleepy blue gaze still pleading. "I'm cold."

Who could resist such a plea? Oreius knelt then gathered the little filly into his arms. She fell asleep in moments.

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