The wealthy fortress of Anvard is the location of their third Christmas in Narnia.
In a fit of generous jollity, King Lune has taken it upon himself to show the Narnian monarchs, to whom he affectionately refers as the 'royal rookies' or 'Narnian nippers' to their chagrin, an extravagant Archenlandish Christmas. It is a Christmas of copious plenty, more than anything-the colossal tree that is brought into the hall takes three days to fully decorate and the cooks seem to have spent the past year preparing for the numerous and lavish feasts.
Lune insists on taking the two Kings out for what he fondly calls 'man time,' to the embarrassment of his dear wife, as his own sons are but toddlers. A boisterous Christmas hunt takes place in the snow with Lune at the head, haring through the trees on the back of a sleek black stallion, but clad in a spectacular bright orange doublet trimmed with white fur. To Edmund, crouched low on Phillip to avoid a smack in the face from a frosty branch (Peter has already been the victim of just such a misfortune), he resembles nothing so much as a giant, merry pumpkin, and this thought keeps him chuckling to himself throughout the hunt, prompting concerned glances from Peter.
Lucy spends Christmas Day with the young princes, romping through the palace halls with them, singing for them, making them pretty paper doves or snowflakes to play with. She relieves their army of nannies and nursemaids for a day of childish mirth, sometimes joined by Susan and the proud Queen, who give up their regal bearings to sit on the floor and giggle at Lucy and the boys' antics. Susan even looses her meticulously kept, silken hair from its braid at Cor's insistent tugging so that he can play with it and chortle at the way she jokingly pretends to snap at his fingers whenever he musses it too badly. When they are not with Lucy and the princes, the Queen gives Susan, to her delight, some lazy lessons in hospitality, showing her how the strained kitchens are run, the decoration coordinated and the dances selected for the formal beginning of the ball.
When the men return, exhausted and freezing but glowing with the thrill of the hunt, its spoils are prepared and an elaborate banquet held, containing every conceivable Christmas dish and a huge centrepiece of several types of meat stuffed inside one another, which Lune gorges on cheerfully and Peter and Edmund tuck into enthusiastically as well, to Susan's faint disgust and Lucy's amusement. Susan severely restricts Lucy and particularly Edmund's wine consumption, but she can do nothing to prevent Peter and Lune happily drinking themselves under the table in a series of increasingly rowdy and slurred drinking games.
By the end of the night, when luxurious presents have been bestowed and the larders are empty and the wine casks dry, the royal party end up relaxing around a cosy fire in one of the smaller sitting rooms. Lune and his Queen had desired from the outset to be like extended family to the young Kings and Queens, concerned for the children without parents or familial guidance, and that they have become. Susan kneels on the rug, a dozy Corin snuggled in her arms and a slumbering Peter's head in her lap, as unused to the Archenlandish wine as he is, he has crashed out on the hearth rug. The Queen ends up entwined with little Cor in a cushiony armchair, and Lune, lounging on the couch between Edmund and Lucy, is drunkenly attempting to persuade them to join him in singing songs of ancient battles as they giggle at him.
It is their first Christmas in Narnia that feels anything like they had remembered Christmas from the Other Place, with all the mirth and embarrassment and frustration and warmth of a Christmas spent with family.
A/N: These keep ending up much longer than I intend them to be, but I enjoy writing them so much! I hope you enjoyed reading it.