deepest_magic | the golden age

When the party has died down, Isabella, for one, is well and truly exhausted. She explores the palace until she finds a room with a bed in it, and into this bed she flops, still in her clothes and holding her staff and carrying the cordial in her pocket. She sleeps late, because the party kept her up so late and she hadn't really slept the night before; but around noon, she stirs, and gets up, and goes looking for James and wherever her backpack may have got to. The backpack she finds in the great hall where the principal mass of the party was; some enterprising creature took both bags from the battlefield at Beruna up to the castle for them, and she only wishes she knew who it was. She takes her bag to her room and carries James's with her and continues looking for her friend.

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deepest_magic

Giggle.

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neverbeatme

...Yeah, James is now laughing too hard to properly return kisses. She settles for hugging Isabella instead. And giggling on her. That too.

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deepest_magic

Hugs! And giggles.

From:

neverbeatme

Giggly hugs.

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pythbox

"Oh my goodness oh my goodness!"

From:

deepest_magic

That just cracks Isabella up all over again.

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neverbeatme

James likewise.

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pythbox

Between the gossipy creatures and the excitable ones like Flit, the news is well on its way to all corners of the kingdom by midday.

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deepest_magic

And Isabella writes a proclamation:

Be it known,

That Queen Isabella and King James are engaged to be married on the eleventh of July in the year 1008.

Narnian citizens are welcome to hold celebrations of the event in every settlement in the land. A copy of the wedding's intended menu, musical selections, and decoration scheme will be provided closer to the date for any organizers who would find this useful. A transcript of the ceremony will be distributed after the King and Queen have exchanged vows.

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neverbeatme

It's a good proclamation. James sends it out after a few days, when she judges the time is right.

Many creatures are delighted to congratulate their majesties on their engagement.

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deepest_magic

Which is quite delighting itself.

From:

neverbeatme

Delight abounds.

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deepest_magic

And except for the small forest fire in the west (addressed by a river-god and local knightly help), an ideological squabble between some pine dryads and some oak dryads (settled by deploying a dwarven philosopher and some placating chocolate), and a very nearly violent confrontation between a griffin and a rat he mistook for a non-speaking prey creature (which has to be brought to royal mediation), the year is otherwise pretty uneventful.

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pythbox

Time passes. Christmas arrives.

"Merry Christmas, and congratulations," says Father Christmas. "For you both, here is a pair of magic rings that each know the way to the other, and whose wearers can take comfort in each other's presence even from very far away. And the old summer palace south of the Western Woods has been restored as well."

He offers each monarch a small red velvet bag, suitably sized to contain a magic ring.

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deepest_magic

"Thank you! Merry Christmas."

From:

pythbox

"Indeed, indeed."

He departs, smiling.

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neverbeatme

"Magic rings! I guess we get engagement rings after all, in a sense. Have I mentioned how much I like Father Christmas?"

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deepest_magic

"You have mentioned it, but this seems like the right day of year to mention it again." Isabella tries her ring on; it fits perfectly, of course. Silver almost-Celtic knotwork with appropriately shaped diamonds throwing fire from the gaps. "Oh, pretty."