narnia au;

[illuminescent]

how did you get here? through a wardrobe, or through death, or maybe a portal gone terribly astray. a ring. the roar of a lion. in the bottom of a cup. because you were looking for something, or missing something. no matter how you got there, this is where you belong.

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[illuminescent]

I cannot say.

Edmund would be cross. Peter would-

[She goes very quiet.]

Susan might understand. I think Peter would, the High King would say we should send it away for fostering.

[curlytop]

Aye, and me along with it.

[That's his real fear. If there's a child, it will be sent away, and George will have to go as well. Or at the very least have to choose between Lucy and their child.]

[illuminescent]

Perhaps.

[Her heart beats a little faster.{

I think he knows that would kill me. To lose both my lover and my child.

[curlytop]

[His arms tighten around her unconsciously.]

How could we send our child away on its own?

[He thinks of the tiny baby left on the Academy's steps, and it feels a dozen lifetimes ago.]

[illuminescent]

[Oh.

Oh, that's it.

She bursts into tears, sobbing against his chest.]

What do I do?

[curlytop]

[George chokes back his own tears as he holds her, but his voice breaks a little.]

Well...first we have to...find out if you really are pregnant, eh?

[Narnia, he suspects, does not have pregnancy tests you can pick up at the corner store.]

[illuminescent]

[She holds onto him as she cries some, because she needs to get this out, first.

And after a few moments, she takes a breath.]

I will find a physician I can trust.

[curlytop]

[He holds her through it, arms tight around her, like he could protect her from any pain that way.]

How...um...how long has it been since you've...you know...bled?

[He doesn't even know how to talk about this sort of thing at home, let alone here.]

[illuminescent]

[He asks a good question, and she is quiet, and she shakes her head.]

Weeks, I think. Certainly, it has been a time.

[She's due any day, if she isn't pregnant.]

[curlytop]

[George frowns as he nods.]

Okay. Well...okay. We'll find you a physician, then, and...

[He trails off because he doesn't have an answer for what they'll do.]

And whatever happens, we'll handle it together.

[illuminescent]

[She wants to kiss him, only she doesn't. She closes her eyes and stays close for another moment.]

I will not let them send you away. I promise.

[curlytop]

I know.

[He pulls back slightly to look at her, cupping her face in both hands.]

I love you, Lucy, baby or no, and we'll work this out together.

[illuminescent]

[She looks at him for a moment, and clutches his hands to her cheeks.]

My lord.

[She's never called him that before.]

[curlytop]

[That doesn't escape his notice, though he's not sure what to make of it.]

Mo chridhe?

[He kisses her forehead.]

[illuminescent]

If I am-

If we are to have a child-

Then we must marry.

[If they marry, then no one can separate them, not even Aslan.]

[curlytop]

Oh.

[Hope flutters in his chest, so much of his worry could be alleviated if they were married.]

Must we? [He wants to, certainly, but he's afraid to let himself think that.]

[illuminescent]

They cannot separate us. Even the High King cannot undo that bond.

[Her hands catch his, and she kisses them, one at at time.]

[curlytop]

[He searches her face intently, though he's not sure what he's looking for.]

Then we should marry.

[illuminescent]

You're certain?

I am.

[She doesn't want him to do this if he's not perfectly certain.]

[curlytop]

Yes. Yes, I'm certain.

[He wanted to marry her anyway, only it hadn't seemed like it would change anything, but this...this is a reason he can't deny.]

You know I want to stay with you forever. Anything we can do to ensure that...I will do. We must do.

[illuminescent]

[She takes a breath, thinking.]

If we leave soon - tomorrow, perhaps, if I feel well enough, we can go to Telmar. They'll marry us there, I think, without much fuss. And they will not recognize me. I have never been to Telmar.

[curlytop]

[A kick of fear stirs in George, but he shoves it aside. Now is not the time for cowardice.]

I'll arrange it. We'll need supplies for the journey.

[illuminescent]

[She presses her nose against his. Her forehead.]

We will be all right, my love. All will be well.

[curlytop]

We will. We'll be together.

[He presses a kiss to the corner of her mouth.]

You should stay away from court. If they think you're ill today, there won't be so many questions tomorrow. At least not so early. Can any of your maids be trusted with this?

[illuminescent]

[She knows that Peter will worry, but only because he is her brother. He will not worry for her safety, not with George with her. He knows Edmund and Susan will listen to anything that Peter say.]

Yes, one of them. She knows everything.

[Lucy needed to tell someone.]