It was a joyous day. Peter, Susan, Edmund, and Lucy would be crowned as the kings and queens of Narnia. Bellona had made sure her hair was clean of dirt, grime, and any knots. She dressed herself appropriately, under the watchful eye of Mrs. Beaver.

"Oh, this is so exciting!" Mrs. Beaver exclaimed as they made their way to the throne room of Cair Paravel. Bellona took her place behind the Beavers, looking in the direction of the doors.

Not long did Aslan enter with the Pevensies. Edmund and Peter on one side, and Lucy and Susan on the other. As the four stand in front of their rightful thrones, Aslan turns around to face all that are present.

"To the glistening Eastern Sea, I give you Queen Lucy, the Valiant." Mr. Tumnus delicately placed a silver crown on her head.

"To the great Western Wood, King Edmund, the Just." A silver crown was placed on Edmund's head.

"To the radiant Southern Sun, Queen Susan, the Gentle." A gold crown, similar to Lucy's, was placed on Susan's head.

"And to the clear Northern Sky, I give you King Peter, the Magnificent." Peter stood tall with a gold crown on his head.

Aslan turned so he was facing the Pevensies. They all sat in the thrones behind them. "One a King or Queen of Narnia, always a King or Queen. May your wisdom grace us until the stars rain down from the heavens."

Bellona joined in for the cheering. "Long live King Peter! Long live King Edmund! Long live Queen Susan! Long live Queen Lucy!" She smiled as everyone cheered. This is what she needed.

Tables soon filled the throne room. On the tables were food and drinks for everyone. People were talking among each other, some even getting the chance to talk to one of the Kings or Queens.

"Bell," the female looked behind her before excusing herself from her current conversation.

"King Peter," she spoke while curtseying.

"You don't really,"

"Oh, but I have to. After all, you are King Peter the Magnificent." The pair smiled at Bellona's comment. It was the title that Peter didn't think he could get used to.

To Peter, when looking at Bellona, she looked more beautiful compared to when he first saw her. Back when he first stepped into Narnia and Bellona had appeared from behind a snowbank. There was something different about her, after all that had happened.

Perhaps Peter was finally getting to see another side of Bellona. "I just wanted to say you look beautiful."

Bellona stared at him in shock. This wasn't something she was expecting him to say. Regaining herself, Bellona smiled. "Thank you. You look nice as well. Narnian attire does fit you." She motioned to the dark, velvet shirt with a gold detailing and cape to complement it.

Silence fell among the pair. They never did get much time between them. Someone was always around too. His siblings, Oreius, Aslan. "I'll be here if you ever need me." Bellona felt the need to tell Peter that. "Think of me as a representative for Aslan." That sounded stupid. She doesn't even come close to Aslan.

"I'm grateful to hear that," Relief took over Peter. The thought that this would be the last time he saw Bellona didn't occur to him. "What about Aslan?"

"One day, Aslan here. The next, he isn't," Bellona told Peter. "He can't be here all the time."

"But you will?"

Bellona nodded her head. "I know we say it, but I'm not exactly his child." This got Peter laughing, before making an offer of a horse ride. Just the two of them.

Bellona nodded her head. "I'd love to. Just don't go too far ahead, I'm not exactly the best on horseback."