New royalty (Narnia)
Summary: You are a queen of Narnia as well as the Pevensies. The new prince of the Lone Islands is coming to Cair Paravel to meet all of you. He seems to take a liking in you.
Words: 1894
Type: Fluff / Angsty fluff / The end is a bit spicy
A/N: Hi everyone! It’s my first imagine in a while and it is quite special. I was watching Ella enchanted last week and thought Prince Charmont (Hugh Dancy) would make a perfect crossover with Narnia! I hope you guys like it. I know I do! Tell me if you’d like a part 2 or if you want to see his character again. I already have another idea for him. :)
It was known across the whole earths of Narnia by now, there was new royalty among us. Far into the Great eastern ocean, the young Prince Charmont just inherited of his father’s kingdom, the Lone Islands.
Narnians could not stop talking about him, especially the female kind. It was obvious that the prince was a very good looking young man. They all had a crush on him, and he had the brightest future ahead of him.
I woke up from the warm light of the sun shining down on my face. Yet, I could feel that the air in the room was quite chilly. A soft spring breeze was coming through the large glass door leading to my balcony. I liked to leave it ajar so I could smell the fresh scent of blooming flowers every morning. I didn’t want to get out of bed, my fuzzy white sheets were too comfortable. But as a queen of Narnia, I had responsibilities to tend to. I can’t sleep in until noon. At least, not all the time. So, I got up and flinched a bit when I felt my feet touching the cold floor. I picked up my dressing gown on the corner of my vanity chair and wrapped it around myself. I made my way outside on the balcony to admire the view. The castle was prettier than ever, everything here was just perfect. I could not help but to fall in love with this world more every single day.
I watched a bunch of birds flying away towards the ocean and stared at the waves crashing against the sand. That’s when looking at the sea, I remembered, the prince. It was today that the new prince was coming to Cair Paravel to make official acquaintances.
I rushed back inside to get ready. While sitting down to do my makeup and my hair, I thought to myself, ‘‘Prince Charmont, is it? Is that his name?’’ and ‘‘I don’t know what all the girls see in him.’’ But really, I was trying to convince myself. Whether I liked it or not, I thought he was cute. I knew I had to keep it professional, though. ‘‘It’s just business, Y/N, he’s coming here only for a little while, then he leaves is all.’’ I said while I was putting on my fanciest dress I had kept for a special occasion. Then, I went downstairs to the kitchen to have breakfast with the other kings and queens.
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‘‘Edmund, will you give me the milk, please?’’ I asked him. He finished his bite of strawberry jelly toast so he could say, ‘‘Here you go.’’, and gave it to me.
‘‘Thank you.’’ I replied while pouring the milk into my cereal bowl.
Lucy lifted her head from her plate and looked at all of us, ‘‘So, big day today! I’m so excited, he’s kind of cute. Susan, don’t you think he’s cute?’’
Susan smiled a bit, ‘‘I guess he’s just alright.’’. Lucy opened her mouth in disagreement, ‘‘Just alright? You’re joking. He’s more than just alright.’’
Peter rolled his eyes, ‘‘I don’t see what’s so special about him anyway.’’ He mumbled under his breath. ‘‘Well, someone’s jealous!’’ Edmund said, mocking him.
‘‘I’m not jealous, you are!’’ Peter snapped and threw a piece of grape at him. Edmund made a mean face to his brother and so did Peter.
‘‘Ed, Pete, stop it!’’ I told them, but now everyone’s attention was on me.
‘‘What about you Y/N, what do you think about Prince Charmont?’’ Lucy asked me almost in a melodic voice. She put her elbows on the table and held her head between her hands, batting her eyelashes. I was trapped, and I couldn’t escape.
‘‘I mean, I don’t know. He’s not really my type.’’ I tried to come up with an answer, but I was blushing like crazy.
‘‘No, no, no…’’ Lucy shook her head, and Susan added, ‘‘You’re a liar.’’
I was now scared they would make me talk, but I was saved by the sound of Caspian coming into the room. He walked towards us and said hi to everyone, he picked up an apple from the table and left right away as if he was never there. The girls watched him leave and then Lucy turned around, smirking at her sister, ‘‘Him, is he just alright, too?’’.
It was now Susan’s turn to be a blushing mess, ‘‘He’s alright.’’, she let out shyly. We all paused at her comment and laughed.
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A joyous song and all Narnians accompanied us to the front of the castle so we could welcome the prince. Peter, Susan, Edmund, Lucy, Caspian, and I stood side by side at the top of the stairs waiting. There was a magnificent ship not too far away and we could see the ink going down into the water. Several small boats carried people to shore. Not so long after, a group of armoured knights riding horses stopped in front of us for a second. They all said in unison, ‘‘Welcome, Prince Charmont of the Lone Islands!’’
They slowly moved to the sides of the crowd to leave place so the prince could step forward. He was exactly like everybody was saying, tall, handsome, curly hair, astonishing smile. He wore a baby blue suit with a matching cape and was riding a beautiful white horse. He got off it and walked up the stairs to join us. ‘‘Hello, thank you to welcome me in your splendid palace.’’ He bowed; we all did the same.
He then proceeded to present himself to each of us. Clearly, he was a very well-mannered guy. Of course, Peter didn’t look the happiest, but he was always polite. That’s what a High King does.
When he got close to me, our eyes locked, and no words were able to get out of my mouth. He grinned at me with his million teeth and bowed once again. ‘‘Hi, Queen Y/N, I have heard so much about you. I am Prince Charmont, but you can call me Char.’’ I stopped breathing when he took my hand and kissed the top of it.
‘‘I-Um, welcome. It’s our pleasure, Prince Charmont.’’ I stuttered.
‘‘Char, please.’’ He insisted on how to call him, still holding my hand.
‘‘O-okay. Did you have a good trip? You came a long way.’’ I asked.
‘‘Oh yes, thank you. Don’t worry, the view is worth the voyage.’’ He said, staring at me.
I was ready to lose it when Lucy came in between us to tell him that tonight was the welcoming ball in his honor and that he should get some rest. He agreed and followed her so she could show him his room. He looked at me one more time over his shoulder before entering the castle. I let out a loud sigh when he was gone. Everyone turned towards me, and I was left blushing again. Susan approached me with the biggest smirk and started to tease me, ‘’Char…’’ she said in a whisper.
‘’Shut up.’’ I told her.
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‘‘There are so many people, I thought the Lone Islands were supposed to be lonely.’’ Edmund joked. Lucy and I laughed with him. We were watching people dance all round the ball room and we would occasionally do small talk with our guests. Susan had been asked to dance by Caspian and she looked a little too happy. Peter was having a drink with some very high coveted people, and he looked happy, too.
‘‘My… I know one who hasn’t been able to take his eyes off you.’’ Lucy said to me, pointing at the other side of the room. Prince Charmont was there, talking with people, but his gaze would always return on me every chance he could. When he noticed I was looking at him too, he lifted his head up a bit as a greeting and gave me a kind smile.
I immediately turned to Lucy, she saw the panic in my eyes, and she wanted to cheer me up. ‘‘Y/N, c’mon, don’t be shy. You’re absolutely gorgeous and every guy would want a chance with you.’’ She smiled innocently. ‘‘No, Lu you don’t understand. I can’t do this! He’s not even from here and it’s supposed to be business.’’ I said, stressed out.
‘‘There is no rule about strictly business, you decided it was rule. You’re allowed to have fun, however you want.’’ She winked at me. I tried to tell her no, but she didn’t let me talk. ‘‘Anyway, he’s coming towards you now, too late!’’ She said, pushing me away. I let out a ‘‘What? No-’’, but I ended up face to face with the prince, our noses almost touching.
I backed away and apologized, ‘‘Oh my god, I’m so sorry… Prince Charmont, I didn’t mean to-’’
‘‘There’s no worry, I assure you.’’ He said, calmly, but hurt that I still called him by his full name. Then, he prepared himself to ask, ‘‘I was just wondering if you would do me the pleasure of granting me a dance?’’. He held out his hand to me.
Lucy softly kicked my leg so I would say yes, and I tried to keep a straight face because of that. But we all knew, even if I didn’t want to accept, I could not refuse a dance to our guest of honor. So, I took his hand and said, ‘‘Of course.’’
The biggest smile appeared on the prince’s face, and he led me to the center of room. He pressed one hand on my hip and the other was still attached to mine. He slightly pulled me closer to him so I could place my other hand on his shoulder, then we began to move. The orchestra was playing one of my favorite songs, everyone had started to leave us alone to go to the buffet. It was just me and him, dancing and turning. I was pulled from my thoughts when I heard the prince saying something. ‘‘I’m sorry, what?’’ I asked.
‘‘I said, you are the most beautiful girl, you know that?’’ He repeated, while continuing to dance.
My heart nearly skipped a beat, but I didn’t know what to answer, so I smiled and said nothing. He sighed softly, trying to catch my gaze. I think he knew why I was being distant, but he still wanted to ask. ‘‘Why won’t you call me Char?’’
I let go of his hand and stopped dancing. He watched me in silence, waiting for me to answer.
‘‘If I call you that, it means that I consider you like a friend, or more…’’ I told him.
‘‘Would that be such a problem?’’ He looked at me with a sad face. ‘‘Actually, yes it would be. You’re a prince, soon to be king, and I’m a queen, we have to keep things professional for the sake of our kingdoms.’’ He was staring at me so intensely, I thought he could see into my soul. He walked up to me and pulled me close once again, closer than before. He lifted my chin with two fingers so I would look into his eyes.
In a low voice, that ended up in a whisper, he said, ‘‘The thing is, I don’t think I could ever keep things professional between us.’’
‘‘My Aslan, what have I got myself into?’’














