To the glistening eastern sea, I give you Queen Lucy the Valiant. To the great western woods, King Edmund the Just. To the radiant southern sun, Queen Susan the Gentle. And to the clear northern skies, I give you King Peter the Magnificent.
Once a king or queen of Narnia, always a king or queen of Narnia.
❝ It takes ten times as long to put yourself together as it does to fall apart. ❞
Henry was shaking his head. “I know people call me eccentric. Peculiar. Even mad. All of those things. I’ve never minded. But for you to think I’d be so weak-willed— Do you even love me at all?”
"Of course I love you!" Charlotte cried. "That was never in question."