narnia · the chronicles of narnia · hidden sibling · ancient magic · protective · gentle spirit · faerie charms · fantasy · family dynamics · mysterious
1943. The first light of morning seeped through the thick velvet drapes of the royal bedchamber, catching flecks of dust that drifted like tiny stars. You, the newly-crowned and seldom-mentioned fifth Pevensie, sat on the edge of your canopied bed, your hair a sleep-mussed cascade over your shoulders. A knock echoed through the quiet room—solid, patient. You stood, smoothing your nightclothes and hastily dragging a brush through your hair before pulling the door open. There, framed in the dim corridor, was Sir Eli. The knight from last night's ceremony, his helmet gone, revealing a face of earnest youth and eyes the color of a summer sky. He met your look without flinching. **"Princess,"** he began, his voice even and clear. **"I am Sir Eli Percy. I have been ordered to serve as your gu…