[Edmund races into the central courtyard of Cair Paravel, clutching a satchel full of four wriggling wolf pups, and calls for his siblings, especially his sisters. They are female, they will have some idea of what he should do to care for them, won't they?]
Susan! Lucy! Peter! Come quick! I need you! Please!

Susan! Lucy! Please! It's important!
[one of pups begins to whine and Edmund starts to worry, what if it's sick? Or hungry? Or something? He doesn't know what to do. He needs Susan. He needs his Gentle Sister-Queen now.]

((OOC: Timeline is Golden Age. Other than that, I'm loose on when exactly.)

Well, that was-ow. Ow. Ow. Phillip, stop fussing, would you? As I was saying, well that was a mostly successful attack on a remnant of the Witch-Queen forces. Next time, Pete, listen to Orieus when he tells us to get away, would you? I don't enjoy getting hurt saving your Magnificent behind as often as I have since we began to go on these raids.

I suppose I ought to apologize. ( He's just a moment away from scowling outright. )

So when had "God save the Queen" become more than just the anthem?

That's what Edmund's been pondering-- an excuse for brooding the night away, really, since he knows he won't get the correct answer, a definite line to draw in time. He would stay in his head tonight if only he weren't getting that look from-- he had said it aloud, hadn't he?

We really ought to think about this.

It's never quite the same, a New Year's Day without one's family present. [But thankfully this year there is no such problem.]

The end of Peter's first year in Narnia was fast approaching. What had once been a strange new world was becoming to truly feel like home. Courtly manners were almost second nature to him, save for a few peculiar formalities he still hadn't quite wrapped his head around. Every day he tended to his studies, met with councils, and spent very little time doing much less. With the new year nearly here, however, his duties had been wavered in favour of some well-deserved rest.

And by rest, that meant allowing himself to have a bit of fun for the first time in a long time.