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🎆Bright Nights🎆
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As the Kings and Queens paraded into the Telmarine castle, the Telmarine villagers welcomed them with open arms. Caspian led the Kings and Queens with Aslan by his side, with Peter and Susan trailing behind on their horses. Charlotte strolled behind Lucy and Edmund, smiling sweetly and bowing her head to the people.

"Your Highness," Glenstorm caught up to her, gesturing towards Lucy.

She turned her head, realising that Lucy and Susan waved with elegance. She followed suit, turning to Glenstorm for reaffirmations of her gestures. He nodded with approval, slowing down to resume his position behind the figures of royalty.

Prunaprisma stood at the stairs, awaiting their return. Caspian got off his horse and immediately rushed to embrace his aunt. The rest observed him from a distance with crestfallen features.

"I'm sorry," his trembling hands hung loosely around her, "about Miraz. He was..."

"It's not your fault," she assured him, though her eyes glistened with tears, "his tyranny had to come to an end."

"Your son..." He trailed off. "I should've thought about him. Now he'll end up like me, and that's not what you wanted."

Prunaprisma only smiled in response. "I believe Aslan has better plans for him."

Her response brought out a smile on his face, and they both glanced at Aslan, whom they trusted would bring joy and laughter once again to their lives.

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When finally settled in the castle, Caspian had a feast thrown for the Narnians' victory.

He was sat at the end of the table, with Peter and Susan on either of his sides. Seeing that Edmund sat beside Peter, and Lucy beside Susan, Charlotte bashfully filled the vacancy beside Edmund. He sent a smile her way, which made her heart flutter.

"Dinner is served," The chef announced, and the waiters burst into the room carrying carts of meals on silver plates.

The aroma diffused heavily into the room, causing the Narnians to break into chatter. Before they began, Caspian stood up in his seat.

"I'd like to make a toast," he announced, "to all of us. To our soldiers, and to our Kings and Queens of Old."

"To High King Peter," he started off, "for his magnificent leadership. We stumbled along the way, but with his great leadership, we moved forward together and reigned victory. Without his bravery in battle, we would not be here, enjoying a feast together."

The room erupted in cheers for their High King. Peter smiled in gratitude, waving to them proudly.

"To Queen Susan," a pause accompanied his announcement, "for her gentle support. When conflicts in our leaderships arose, she was supportive of me."

Susan's cheeks grew bright red, and she shyly smiled with her head down, bashful to meet Caspian's eyes.

"To King Edmund," he gestured towards the third sibling, "for his fair judgment. He kept a level head and encouraged High King Peter and me to work together through our challenges and failures together."