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As a Boy by Kate J [R]
Fandom: Narnia
Pairing: Lucy/Other
Why this story must be read:
This story is a bit of an oddity. It's rare to find not the gravitas accorded a king and a queen and in particular, the Pevensies, in Narnia stories; instead, Kate J take it and makes it somewhat cruder. This does nothing to diminish the quality of the story; instead, it is perhaps more speculative than most, a bit of a darker look at the ways Lucy might have grown up in Narnia. It also plays on the thought of Lucy dressing up as a boy to run around Narnia, which I am believe she certainly did.
It was in her future, too. She wasn't the child, then. She was Queen Lucy, gay and merry. Queen Lucy- not like Queen Susan, not a grown-up lady. Just like a boy, in lots of ways. She stood among the archers, at the banks of the river, and watched a man whom she had shot down bleed his life away into the current. Beside her, the archer whose name she had never asked was watching too. The opposing army had fled. She stood, her diamond flask hanging at her waist, and thought of saving her enemy's life. She had almost stepped forward to the ford, but then the archer spoke to her.
As a Boy
Pairing: Lucy/Other
Why this story must be read:
This story is a bit of an oddity. It's rare to find not the gravitas accorded a king and a queen and in particular, the Pevensies, in Narnia stories; instead, Kate J take it and makes it somewhat cruder. This does nothing to diminish the quality of the story; instead, it is perhaps more speculative than most, a bit of a darker look at the ways Lucy might have grown up in Narnia. It also plays on the thought of Lucy dressing up as a boy to run around Narnia, which I am believe she certainly did.
It was in her future, too. She wasn't the child, then. She was Queen Lucy, gay and merry. Queen Lucy- not like Queen Susan, not a grown-up lady. Just like a boy, in lots of ways. She stood among the archers, at the banks of the river, and watched a man whom she had shot down bleed his life away into the current. Beside her, the archer whose name she had never asked was watching too. The opposing army had fled. She stood, her diamond flask hanging at her waist, and thought of saving her enemy's life. She had almost stepped forward to the ford, but then the archer spoke to her.
As a Boy