Cora, perhaps, does not live happily ever after-but she certainly lives  mostly content until her death, and fully in joy after that.

In the years between canon and Aslan’s Country, Cora:

·         Loses much of her family when they leave for Earth after Aslan’s offer to let them go there instead of staying in a Narnia no longer under Telmarine power

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When they meet the soldiers, and those of the Telmarine army held captive, Cora feels a worry sweep her. There are so many, and she does not see Miles anywhere among them. She begins to ask men, here and there, if they have seen him.

“You must have,” she tells the man who led many men, including those of Chipstede. “He has brown hair-he’s only just ( Read more... )

When they stop for the night, Cora is lost in a sort of bemused joy. There is Queen Susan, younger than Cora knows her, and another younger girl who must be Queen Lucy. There are creatures-Talking Animals, she reminds herself sternly, and fauns, and tree-people, but she finds herself nearly too shy to speak with them, too uncertain of what to say. ( Read more... )

There’s music outside the window.

It’s loud, and clamorous, and joyful, and Cora-in the middle of writing an equation on the blackboard-can’t help but set down her chalk and look out, curious and wistful and somewhat nettled (how are the students supposed to concentrate with the ruckus, after all?).

There are revelers coming, and there’s not better ( Read more... )

Two weeks of civil war, with the town slowly collapsing inwards as the “easy battle” does not cease. Her students grow nastier with each passing day-either trying to shield themselves from the rest of the town’s pain, or taking advantage of it. She can no longer tell. Cora can feel her heart hurting. She does not have the strength necessary to ( Read more... )

Three days pass, and a swell of new soldiers come into town. They call all young men between sixteen and thirty to be foot soldiers, claiming that they need men to fight this "easy war" against the rebels they say Caspian is gathering. They offer to pay more money than most of the young men, farmers and apprentices, expect to see in a year.

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Cora is worried.

Not just worried, but jittery-anxious. She has trouble paying attention to her ever-restless students, to the mathematics she’s teaching them, as her eyes keep wandering to the window.

The messenger arrived the night before, bringing the news of the new heir, and advising the residents to report any sighting of a young, blond ( Read more... )