Fan Fiction: The Hesitant Invitation
King Erlian and Prince Tirian both belong to C.S. Lewis’s Last Battle and are not my of creation.
This short fiction explores a fragment of King Erlian, Queen Livinia, and their infant son King Tirian’s life- pre-Last Battle.
Livinia hesitated outside of her husband’s office door. Her fingers yearned to rattle across the wooden surface separating her from the man she loved and so deeply admired.
He was a king and as such, his work was constantly swallowing whatever time and energy Erlian had. Sometimes, if Livinia was being honest, she felt as though her husband was more of a distant acquaintance than an intimate life partner. After all, some days he barely said ten words to her. She missed being in his presence, but more so she missed the conversations they used to have.
She chewed on her lip nervously as she balanced their four-month old baby on her hip. Meeting the startlingly large blue eyes of her blond-haired son Liv softly questioned, “do you want to see your Daddy…today?”
The young tot eagerly nodded, “Yes” before shyly pressing his nose to the crook of her neck.
"Alright then…." she breathed, forcing herself to overcome the anxiety that accompanied her fear of interrupting Erlian’s work; especially, if he was in terrible mood. Her hand gracefully rapped upon the wooden barrier.
"Erlian, dearest?" The young queen called, slowly wiggling her way into the office without causing the door to screech hideously loud. One, she didn’t want to spook Erlian and or Tirian. And two, she wasn’t the kind of person who enjoyed making a large and boisterous entrances.
A dark-haired figure peered up at them from behind a fortress of papers that had accumulated atop his desk.
"Yes?" Came his tired and almost grumpy response.
"Tirian… Tirian and I wanted to…. to…. spend some time with you. I mean, if you aren’t to busy. Isn’t that right, honey?" Livinia prompted the still small toddler to face his father.
In reply the young prince gurgled and cooed, poking saliva drenched tiny fingers into his mouth and withdrawing them again. In addition to his excited noises he offered Erlian and Livinia a toothless grin.
Erlian wearily pushed his chair away from his chaotic desk and he stood up. Approaching his son and wife, he offered a somewhat forced smile. “I really should continue working…… but…” the dark-haired man paused, studying his young-son for a moment.
The Queen noted his hesitation to leave his work and was about to tell him that she’d take Tirian on an adventure by herself, when Erlian continued, “I suppose I can spare a few minutes for two good-looking guests.”
A smile gracefully floated across her lips as she gently bounced her baby boy. Excitedly she chirped, “Did you hear that, sweetie? Daddy’s going to take a break with us!”
The young-boy squealed with excitement and he threw out his tiny arms to the king. Flashing his fingers, the cute round-faced baby indicated that he wanted held by his father for a little bit.
The dark-haired king nervously scooped his wriggling son into his sturdy arms. “Hey there, little prince. You know something? You’re lucky. You look like your Mum and not me… thank Aslan.”
Queen Livinia felt her cheeks turning a bright raspberry shade of red at Erlian’s complement. Ducking her head she shushed her husband. “He will grow up to be as well-respected and loved as you, someday. But let us enjoy his childhood together.” She breathed softly, wiping a few locks of finite gold from his sparkling blue pools.
Every time the relatively new mother met his ever curious gaze, she couldn’t help but feel herself falling completely in love with her precious treasure, Aslan’s most beautiful gift, her son. It would appear that Tirian had already inherited the charm and the ability to snatch her heart from Erlian; and it wasn’t a completely terrible thing to inherit-all things considered.