Here's the epilogue of The Call – I can't actually believe it's all over now.

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I used the plan of a Christian Wedding and borrowed most of the charge, pledge, vows, giving of the rings and presentation of the couple off the same website.

Hope you enjoy!

"Alena, are you okay? You seem a little pale."

"Cathy, she's marrying a King; of course she'd be pale."

"Well I wasn't that pale when I married Peter."

"Well you didn't know he was a King."

"You two, this is not helping me calm down!"

The two Pevensie's, one by blood and one by marriage, immediately quit their bickering and turned to me, looking at me through the mirror on my vanity.

"I'm sorry," Cathy said, wrapping her arms around my shoulders.

"We got out of hand," Lucy added, pressing a kiss to my cheek. "But, even if I do say so myself, I think it did a pretty good job on your hair."

"Pretty good job? Lucy, you outdid yourself," I replied, appalled that she thought my hair was understated slightly.

Lucy had managed to tame my honey blonde mess, which had reached my shoulders blades during the time without the Pevensie's, and given my hair a 1940's wave, with the front gently clipped above my ear with a silver clip, embedded with sapphires. A silk veil was pinned to the hair on the crown of my head.

"Come on, I want to see you in the full mirror," Lucy grinned, grabbing my hand and pulling me to my feet, to stand in front of the larger mirror.

I smiled at the dress I saw in the reflection, and wondered how Cathy found the time to create my wedding dress.

It was a simple white silk dress, which had a long train at the back, with a ribbon of chiffon around the middle, silk ribbons at the back for fastening, and my shoulders were shown off at the top, where the chiffon sleeves began at the top of my upper arm and floated down to gently brush the floor. All in all, the dress was beautiful, and flowed off my body nicely – and the white lace up ballet pumps matched the colour of the dress.

"I can't believe you're getting married," Lucy smiled, her eyes beginning to shine with tears.

"Oh Lu," I turned and hugged my maid-of-honour. "Don't cry; your red eyes won't match your dress."

Both Lucy and Cathy wore silver dresses, which had long skirts, a simple corset and sheer sleeves, and both had their hair curled with their crowns put in place.

It turned out that during the 5 years that the Pevensie's had returned to Narnia, Peter had begun studying History at King's College, Cambridge (upon finding out, Peter and I had many long chats into the night in front of the fire about the University and the subject) and he had bumped into the only girl in his lecture classes. After a few awkward meetings and evening out together, the two found that they had more in common than they originally thought. Within five months of courting, Peter found himself enthralled and completely smitten with this flame haired woman, and got down on one whilst on a picnic in the park. Cathy, who had been swept of her feet by this blonde haired man, who seemed to be more of a Knight than a student was, immediately accepted. Four years later, the two married in a private ceremony, one where only family and close friends attended, where Cathy wore a simple pale pink dress with elbow length sleeves and a deep cut, where the priest smiled at the love shown in Peter's smile as he saw his bride-to-be walk up to him, clutching the arm of her brother and hidden behind a veil of pale rose. Yet, only six months later, a day after the joyous news that the young couple were expecting a child, they, along with the others you know about, were killed in the train crash.

I had smiled at the way Peter and Cathy looked at one another; as if the other was their only world, and congratulated both of them on their wedding, and on Cathy's pregnancy – when they arrived in Aslan's Country, it turned out that Cathy kept the unborn child, and the couple were now waiting anxiously for the last two months of her pregnancy to pass.

However, it had been with downcast eyes and sullen expressions, that my question of 'Where is Susan?' that I had learned of the eldest sister's refusal to believe in Narnia, and ultimately, utter dismissal of her family, thus her not being killed whilst waiting for the train, which would have taken them to the Professor's, to try to return to Narnia.

A knock at the door to my chambers startled me out of my thoughts, and Lucy darted across the room to answer it, her skirts swishing around her legs.


I looked up and saw the eldest Pevensie embrace his younger sibling, before more across the room to his wife, wrapping his arm around her shoulders and resting one large hand on her swollen abdomen.

"How are you both?" he asked Cathy, causing a blush to stain her cheeks faintly.

"We're fine," she replied softly. "But it's not me you should be worrying about."

At this, Peter looked up at me with a slightly bashful expression. He wore a red tunic with a golden lion on the front, golden breeches and brown boots, with his crown sat upon his head.

"You look beautiful," he smiled, walking towards me and taking both my hands in his. "And I'm sure Edmund will have a hard time staying standing."

"I can't believe I'm getting married," I said, feeling my stomach begin twisting in my stomach once more.

"You'll be fine, believe me," Peter murmured, pulling me into a hug.

"Excuse me," I looked up as the door opened, and saw Mr. Tumnus poke his head in. "It's time."

Lucy and Cathy just about burst into action – my bouquet was thrust into my hands, my train pulled out and my hair given a last check, before they left the room.

Peter led me out of the room and down the corridor, before we waited outside the throne room, where all of the guests were waiting inside – and Edmund.

"Pete, I'm scared," I said, gripping the inside of his arm. "What if Edmund leaves me? What if he doesn't want to marry me? What if I trip?"

"Hey, it's okay," he said, placing his hand over mine. "You'll be fine; Edmund loves you and he won't leave you, he's wanted to marry you for a long time, and if you trip, well, you get to pull the High King of Narnia with you."

I laughed at the fact, just before I heard the music begin playing as the doors opened. I watched as Cathy and Lucy began the slow walk down the aisle. Cathy in front, holding the hands of the small female and male Fauns, who were being the Flower Girl and the Ring Bearer respectively.

"Come on then," Peter murmured, gently tugging on me so we began to walk down the aisle.

The music softly playing in the background was created by the Fauns and the Dryads, who had all jumped at the chance to create the music for the wedding of King Edmund.

I brought my eyes up from the marble floor and saw all the guests (visiting nobles and the lords and ladies who lived here, as well as the past monarchs of Narnia – including Lilliandil, her son Rilian, the legendary Swanwhite and others) were stood watching me walk up the aisle.

The aisle itself had trees placed at the ends of each row of benches, and was decorated with white ribbons. The hall had banners of red, with golden lions on them, hung up and dangling in the air. In the congregation, there were not only humans, but Narnians and other creatures as well.

I caught some of the eyes of people who I recognised from my time in the old Narnia and smiled slightly at them, before setting my gaze on the brown-haired man who stood at the end of the aisle, beside our good friend Caspian – who was to be Edmund's best man. It was going to be Peter, but we decided that Peter would walk me up the aisle, since we had a closer family bond than I did with Caspian.

Edmund's chocolate eyes were showing his happiness as he smiled widely, his silver crown atop his brushed hair, matching his blue tunic with a silver lion on, silver breeches and black boots. He even had a silver cape hung on his shoulders to match it all, as Peter had his gold cape – the ones that they wore for their coronation.

Beside Edmund, at the head of the aisle, stood the elderly Centaur who was to be the vicar, conducting the ceremony for us.

Ahead of me, Cathy and Lucy reached the end of the aisle, and moved to stand at the side, opposite Caspian and where Peter himself would stand.

Finally, Peter and I reached the top of aisle, where the music stopped and the congregation sat on their benches. Lucy took my bouquet from me as the Centaur stepped forwards to begin the ceremony.

"Doubly blessed is the couple which comes to the marriage altar with the approval and blessings of their families and friends. Who has the honour of presenting this woman to be married to this man?" the vicar asked.

"I do," Peter replied, before placing my left hand in Edmund's left, and moving to stand beside Caspian.

Edmund and I walked up the last few steps to stand before the vicar, on the carpeted marble.

As we turned to face each other, I saw Edmund's parents, Eustace, his friend Jill, Professor Kirke and Polly Plummer were all sat on the front row, smiling happily at the ceremony.

I had met Edmund's parents the second day of my time in Aslan's country, and to say I was scared would be a massive understatement – I was shaking in my seat as I waited, with Edmund, in the study for them to join us. Helen treated me like a second daughter, and after a thorough questioning, his Father deemed I was good enough to marry his son.

"Edmund and Alena, the covenant which you are about to make with each other is meant to be a beautiful and sacred expression of your love for each other. As you pledge your vows to each other, and as you commit your lives to each other, we ask that you do so in all seriousness, and yet with a deep sense of joy; with the deep conviction that you are committing yourselves to a dynamic growing relationship of trust, mutual support, and caring love.

"Edmund and Alena, you have made a very serious and important decision in choosing to marry each other today. The quality of your marriage will reflect what you put into nurturing this relationship. You have the opportunity to go forward from this day to create a faithful, kind, and tender relationship. We bless you this day. It is up to you to keep the blessings flowing each and every day of your lives together. We wish for you the wisdom, compassion, and constancy to create a peaceful sanctuary in which you can both grow in love.

"Edmund, do you take Alena to be your wedded wife, and in the presence of these witnesses do you vow that you will do everything in your power to make your love for her a growing part of your life? Will you continue to strengthen it from day to day and week to week with your best resources? Will you stand by her in sickness or in health, in poverty or in wealth, and will you shun all others and keep yourself to her alone as long as you both shall live?"

"I do," Edmund smiled at me, holding both of my hands in his own.

"Alena, do you take Edmund to be your wedded husband, and in the presence of these witnesses do you vow that you will do everything in your power to make your love for him a growing part of your life? Will you continue to strengthen it from day to day and week to week with your best resources? Will you stand by him in sickness or in health, in poverty or in wealth, and will you shun all others and keep yourself to him alone as long as you both shall live?"

"I do," I looked up at Edmund with tears beginning to glisten in my eyes.

"You have both agreed to the charge and pledge, now, it is time for the vows. Edmund, you may begin," the vicar nodded.

"I love you Alena as I love no other. All that I am I share with you. I take you to be my wife through health and sickness, through plenty and want, through joy and sorrow, now and forever," Edmund said, his voice ringing out clear and strong in the hall.

"Alena," the vicar turned to me.

"I love you Edmund as I love no other. All that I am I share with you. I take you to be my husband through health and sickness, through plenty and want, through joy and sorrow, now and forever," I repeated the words Edmund and I had penned a week ago, my voice quieter, and I was sure no one could hear me.

"Master Forian," the vicar motioned for the Ring Bearer to step forwards to stand beside Edmund and me. "The wedding ring is a symbol of eternity. It is an outward sign of an inward and spiritual bond, which unites two hearts in endless love. And now as a token of your love and of your deep desire to be forever united in heart and soul, you, Edmund, may place a ring on the finger of your bride."

"Alena, I give you this ring as a symbol of my love and faithfulness to you," Edmund spoke out, picking up the silver band, embedded with sapphires and diamonds alternately, and slipping it on my left ring finger, before placing my engagement ring over the top of it.

"By the same token Alena, you may place a ring on the finger of your groom."

"Edmund, I give you this ring as a symbol of my love and faithfulness to you," I spoke, picking up the slightly thicker silver band, with the same design of sapphires and diamonds on it, and sliding that ring onto Edmund's left ring finger.

"Because Edmund and Alena have desired each other in marriage, and have witnessed this before our gathering, affirming their acceptance of the responsibilities of such a union, and have pledged their love and faith to each other, sealing their vows in the giving and receiving of rings, I do proclaim that they are husband and wife in the sight of man, Narnian and myself alike. Let all people here and everywhere recognize and respect this holy union, now and forever," a deep, rich voice spoke out before the vicar could speak.

I looked up and saw Aslan was stood beside the vicar, who had stepped back to allow the Great Lion to speak.

I felt my smile deepen as I looked at Aslan, before back at Edmund.

"Edmund Pevensie, Just King of Narnia, Duke of Lantern Waste, Count of Western March, Knight of the Noble Order of the Lion, you may now kiss your bride," Aslan said.

"I love you," Edmund said, before placing one hand on my cheek and bending down to kiss me.

I wound my arms around his neck and stood on my tiptoes, kissing him back. As we parted, I heard the congregation cheering loudly and saw they were stood on their feet, applauding us.

"Alena, I present you with this crown, and with it, the loyalties and commitment a Queen of Narnia has upon her shoulders. It has been decided that you will become a Queen by title, but not by reign."

I bent my head slightly as Mr. Tumnus, under the gaze of Aslan, placed a silver crown on my head, in similar design to Edmund's, but made for a Queen.

"It is now my privilege to introduce to you for the first time, Mr. And Mrs. Pevensie, King and Queen of Narnia, Duke and Duchess of Lantern Waste and Count and Countess of Western March. May the rest of your days be filled with joy, love and happiness," Aslan said, smiling at me as I stood up and held onto Edmund's arm, smiling at the crowd of people who cheered at our union.

That night, after a highly amusing wedding reception, I lay in bed on my side, staring at the moon through the balcony doors.

"Are you okay?" Edmund asked me, leaning over and pressing a kiss to my neck.

"Mhm," I replied, turning around to face him. "I just can't believe we're married."

He took my left hand with his left and twined our fingers together, looking at the three rings as they sat beside one another.

"Come on, let's go to sleep; we've got quite a way to travel tomorrow to get to our honeymoon destination," he said, lying down beside me and resting his head on my collarbone.

"I love you," I whispered, kissing his head.

"I love you too," he replied softly.

(Six Years Later)

I strode down the corridor, my gold underskirt flapping around my ankles with the purple crushed velvet of the over skirt swishing with it. I tugged on the under sleeves as the over sleeves stopped at my upper arm and split open to reveal the golden satin underneath.

I finished pinning my hair back as I reached the stairs, and quickly made my way down them, before entering the Great Hall, where breakfast was being served.

Upon entering the hall, a small, delicate body crashed into my legs with a cry of 'Aunty Alena!'

"Hey there Ellyn," I grinned, bending down to hug my six year old niece. "How are you?"

"Great – Douglas just said his first word!"

"Did he? What was it?" slightly shocked that my 5 month old nephew was talking already.

"He said 'ga-ga'!"

"Sweetie, are you sure he's not just babbling?" I knelt before her.

"It's a word; Uncle Edmund calls Daddy 'ga-ga' all the time," she replied earnestly.

"Well, let's just go and get some breakfast, eh?"

She nodded and skipped along beside me, holding my hand, to the breakfast table where the royals sat with their family.

"Morning," Helen smiled at me as I sat down opposite her, beside Edmund.

"Good morning," I returned the smile to my Mother-in-law.

"Morning honey," Edmund said, giving me a kiss. "How are you both?"

"We're fine thank you," I replied, as he rubbed my swollen abdomen.

"Mama! Mama!"

"Hello William," I cooed to my 16-month-old son, as he sat on his Father's lap, wriggling about in Edmund's arms.

Edmund smiled down at his son, picking up a piece of jammy toast and trying to feed William, without getting jam all around his mouth – unsuccessfully, might I add.

Peter was bent over Cathy's shoulder, making faces at Douglas, who was wrapped up in blankets on Cathy's lap. Beside him, sat Ellyn, who was chatting animatedly to Lucy, who sat beside Edmund and opposite Ellyn. Helen and John Pevensie were talking quietly with one another, opposite Edmund and me, their hands overlapping on the table.

"Oh," I let out a startled cry as something strange happened inside me.

"Alena? Alena, what is it?" Edmund asked me, frantically checking me over as the table went silent.

"Wait," I paused, until I felt the same pulse in my belly, before grabbing my husband's hand and placing it on the five-month-old bump.

He looked at me strangely, but his expression changed when he felt the baby inside me kick out against its Father's hand.

"Is that...?"

I nodded, smiling at his wondrous expression, leaning in to kiss him, before we were parted by our son, smacking our arms to get our attention.

"Yes?" Edmund looked down at William.

"Mama okay?" he asked him, looking serious.

"I'm fine darling, come here," I took his hand and held it over my belly when the baby kicked once more.

William jerked back and stared at the bump with a feared expression.

"It moved," he pointed.

"It's your little brother or sister," Edmund explained to him.

William looked up at him, before leaning over and hugging my belly.

"My little brother," he murmured quietly.

"Isn't he adorable," Helen smiled.

"He's just like Edmund was, when Helen was pregnant with Lucy," John informed me.

"Aww," I cooed, pinching Ed's cheek slightly.

He batted my hand away, but kept it intertwined with his on the table.

I rested my head on his shoulder, bringing my other hand to stroke William's head, which rested on my belly.

I knew that my life could not get any happier than what it is now, and I was grateful for the call that brought me to Narnia, to the Pevensie's, to Edmund, and to Aslan.

It's finally over! I really cannot believe this. All of my work is finished; it's quite bittersweet really.

I'll probably take a break to start planning another story, and that one will possibly be about Peter and how he met Cathy.

Tell me your thoughts, and thank you for reading this story!