If enough people like it, I may extend this story past this weekend and add other religious holidays, but I plan for this to only by the Holy Triduum and Easter.

Disclaimer: I do not own Narnia and even more obviously do not own the Bible.

"That was incredibly rude," Susan said coldly, walking into her brother's room without bothering to ask for permission. Peter ignored her, pounding a fist into his pillow. Susan rolled her eyes and that and said, "And that, childish and petty." She curled up onto his bed behind him and wrapped her arms around his chest. He tensed, but then relaxed and allow her to comfort him. This was rather common for the two of them. Without any parents in Narnia, they often acted like parents to each other, especially when one of them was upset.

"I didn't mean to get so angry at that otter. But it was more just… the final straw. After everything that's been going on," Peter said, running his hands furiously through his hair. Susan rubbed his back comfortingly. She understood that this first year of the reign had been incredibly difficult but had still hoped her brother could have handled the pressure better. He finally turned to face her after a few minutes. "I should probably go back out there, shouldn't I?"

"Only if you think you're capable of reigning in your temper," Susan said sternly. "Which I know you are not calm enough for that yet. Lucy and Edmund can take care of court for the rest of the day."

"I can't just sit here and do nothing!" Peter protested stubbornly.

"Well…" Susan said in a voice which made Peter wince, knowing he wasn't going to like what she was about to say. "You could stay here and think about how you're going to make it up to everyone."

"Make what up?" Peter asked sharply, not liking the criticism. His voice would have sent any of his subjects cowering in fear, but Susan only rolled her eyes, used to her brother's volatile moods.

"You've been rather harsh these past few days. And… even a bit haughty. You've been throwing your title into people's faces, including at Edmund yesterday when all he was doing was trying to keep you from giving an edict that would end up hurting Narnia more than helping it," Susan said, shaking her head in disapproval.

Peter winced at the memory. The hurt in his brother's eyes was still a painful memory. He had meant to apologize, but never got around to doing it. He resolved that next time he saw Edmund, no matter who was around, he would beg his brother's forgiveness. "So what do you suggest?" Peter said, acquiescing to his sister's suggestion.

Susan smiled and tousled his hair. "It'll only be sincere if it's something that you decide you want to do."

Peer nodded thoughtfully. "You're right."

Susan gently kissed her brother on the cheek and swept out of the room. He threw himself down on his bed, thinking over what she said.

An hour later, Peter still had thought of nothing. At least nothing that would come off as even remotely sincere. It just didn't seem like words would be enough to cover it this time. He sighed and got up. He looked at himself in the mirror.

"Is this the face of a tyrant or a king?" he whispered to himself. He tried to be a good king. But he wasn't perfect. And he was young, too young perhaps. Teenager hormones made it hard to keep his temper. He shook his head. He had to stop blaming things on hormones. He was the one who had made the mistakes. He was the one who had gone off, losing his temper and several of his subjects over the past few days. He was the one who had bossed Edmund around like a servant rather than a fellow king chosen by Aslan himself and beloved brother who had saved his life. He was the one who had even snapped at his sisters, the two sweetest girls in either of the worlds, at least in his mind. He hardly deserved to be a king, much less a High King.

"Your majesty," a timid voice said. Peter glanced at the mirror again. Edmund had entered and was even giving a shallow bow. Peter winced. He knew Edmund was only acting so formally and subserviently out of fear from how Peter had been acting. Peter sat back down on his bed and patted the area next to him, hoping this would make Edmund realized that Peter wasn't meaning to hurt him. But Edmund wasn't even looking at him, staring instead at the floor just a meter or so in front of him. "Sire, I have prepared you a report for the court cases after you…left." The words "your majesty" and "sire" might have been words of respect, but when Edmund used them when it was just the two of them alone, it was the worst punishment Peter could ever receive.

"Thank you. That is very helpful," Peter said, hoping Edmund be pleasantly surprised by the compliment. He saw Edmund's eyes flicker up for a second, but he quickly averted his gaze once again.

"So… um, I'll just leave the report here on your dresser?" Edmund asked, inching over to put it there, on the other side of the room from where Peter was sitting.

"Sure, whatever you want, Ed," Peter said, getting up and beginning to walk towards his brother. Edmund quickly put down the report and hurried out of the room before Peter could come up to him. Peter sped up and followed him out, but Edmund had already disappeared.

Peter angrily reentered his room and slammed the door behind himself. He was furious with himself for not taking the opportunity to apologize. But he was just so bad at feelings… and especially at putting them into words. Heck, most of the time Susan and Edmund helped write his speeches for him. Peter was a man of action. But forgiveness isn't something that could be taken at swordpoint.

Peter sighed and reached for the report Edmund had left. It seemed that his two siblings had done a good job. Peter wondered even more why Aslan had made him the High King. He had none of Susan's caring touch which made everyone feel cared for and important. Edmund managed to make compromises that generally left everyone happy, a feat that Peter found practically impossible. And Lucy was clearly their subjects' favorite ruler, even though the Narnians were loyal to all their rulers.

Peter jumped up at the sound of a roar. Roaring wasn't too unusual at Cair Paravel, but this roar was engraved in his heart. It was His roar.

"Aslan? Aslan? I've failed you," Peter cried desperately. He could not see the Lion anywhere and there weren't many places a lion of his size could be hiding in Peter's chambers. He heard a roar again and could have sworn it came from a book lying by his bed. He frowned, not recognizing the book. And the maids cleaned his room daily, so even if he had left a book out and forgotten it, it would have been long cleaned up. Peter picked it up and began reading. It chronicled the reign of King Frank the First and Queen Helen the First. Peter sighed. It seemed that Aslan, for whatever reason, wanted him to read this book. But Peter had other issues to worry about. Surely reading such a long book could wait a bit. There was another roar and the pages flipped of their own accord. When they settled down, the book was open to a story entitled "Mandatum."

He knew this story. King Frank had borrowed the idea from a story in their own world, one he had heard every year at church. And it had worked for King Frank, to show his humility. Of course, that had been a trait he was known for, whereas Peter was afraid that the Narnians thought of him more as an arrogant tyrant. None had said so, but he had seen fear in their eyes every time he had become angry.

Edmund dressed and went down to the banquet room. Peter had ordered that he, amongst several other inhabitants of Cair Paravel. He didn't want to go, afraid of what Peter might be planning. His brother had been capricious of late. Edmund knew his brother always meant well deep down, but the past year had been hard on him. Edmund just wished his brother would realize that everyone wanted to help him. But when Edmund had tried to step in the other day when he knew Peter was making a mistake in raising the taxes in the Lone Islands – it might have been a quick solution to a few problems, but could have easily, and even likely, lead to revolt, thus resulting in more financial problems down the road – Peter had been furious with him, saying that Edmund was his subject and was not to contradict him. Edmund had assumed he actually meant it this time. This wasn't a first, but usually one of the girls would calm Peter down and he'd give an apology. A curt, somewhat insincere one, but an apology nonetheless. This time, Lucy hadn't been there, and Peter had accused Susan of insubordination as well, but thankfully that only made Susan roll her eyes. If Peter had hurt her with his words, Edmund wasn't so sure that he would have kept from an all-out fight with Peter.

"Brother, dear," a cheery voice said. He smiled as Lucy came up to him and gave him a peck on the cheek. "You look so upset."

"It's nothing, I'm fine," he assured her. She had missed most of the times when Peter lost his temper, and Edmund and Susan were loathe to ruin her image of her loving oldest brother. Especially while the two of them still held out hope of it just being a difficult phase that Peter was going through. Which they didn't exactly blame him for, since all of them had been feeling extremely stressed and overwhelmed this past year. But he really needed to control himself before he made a mistake his siblings couldn't help him with. But Edmund was resolved that his brother could get past this. And he was resolved that no matter what, he would be there for his brother, just like how his brother went to Aslan to seek help in getting him from the White Witch's clutches after he had betrayed them. Edmund owed it to his brother to return the unconditional forgiveness, as hard as it was with his brother putting him down regularly.

When the two youngest Pevensies entered the room, Edmund was confused. His, Lucy's, and Susan's regular dining chairs were all set out. But Peter's chair was gone, replaced by a plain wooden chair. Edmund sat down at his assigned seat and glanced over to Susan who was sitting a bit further down. She mouthed to him, "Do you know…?" looking from him, to the chair, and back. Edmund shrugged, mystified. After everyone had been seated, Peter finally entered the banquet room. He was wearing a simple tunic and trousers, rather than royal robes fit for a fine meal.

"Friends," he began simply. Edmund's eyebrows shot up. Was Peter actually attempting a speech on his own? This could potentially end really, really badly. But all the Narnians were listening attentively. No matter what, he was still their High King, Aslan's chosen. Peter continued, "I've been… I… The past few weeks – months even – I've been kinda an arrogant jerk."

If they hadn't been fully paying attention at first, they were absolutely attentive now. The High King was admitting his faults? Edmund leaned in a bit towards his brother. Peter rubbed his hand awkwardly up and down his arm, clearly not comfortably apologizing. "Everyone here knows that I'm not that great at speeches, especially apologies. So, rather than apologize through words, I've decided to use actions. There is a tradition introduced to Narnia in the time of King Frank where he would humble himself and wash the feet, hooves, claws, and such of his fellow Narnians."

Edmund had never heard of such a traditions, but the Narnians seemed to be nodding. Washing feet was not uncommon in Cair Paravel, where creatures were in fact more likely to not wear shoes that they were to wear shoes. But of course it was the servants who washed others' feet if someone didn't simply wash their feet themselves. Something was tugging at the back of Edmund's mind. Something about washing feet. Wait, Peter said introduced, not begun by… that would imply King Frank learned it somewhere… that's it! There was the story of washing feet in his home world as well. Peter walked over to the side of the room where Edmund had not noticed that a few buckets filled with water were lined up. Peter slowly, silently went around the room, starting from those of the lowest rank and working his way up. The Narnians all seemed to shocked to protest their High King humbling himself so.

Soon Peter made his way to Lucy, who seemed to be having trouble keeping from giggling. Well, at least one person was cheerful. Then Peter seemed hesitant. Edmund was next. Susan interfered however and brought Peter to herself, allowing Edmund to the last one. As Peter finished washing her feet, Susan smiled gently at him, taking his hand in hers as he rose. He smiled back, realizing as Edmund did that her smile meant she had forgiven him. Not that Susan ever held grudges in the first place. But after her, Peter had no choice but to face Edmund next.

"Don't," Edmund muttered. "You don't have to do this. I… I don't deserve this." He tucked his feet under the chair where Peter couldn't reach them easily.

To his surprise, Peter grabbed his hands and looked him straight in the eyes. Edmund saw desperation and pain and the bitterness that results from being rejected. He quickly realized that Peter thought Edmund despised him. Quite the contrary. Edmund didn't feel that he deserved Peter's humble care. After all, he was the one who had turned to the White Witch in a fit of jealously. He could hardly condemn Peter, who had yet to do anything other than say harsh words that Edmund now knew for sure he didn't mean.

"Please, let me," Peter pleaded. "I… I have to do this for you. Or… for myself really."

Edmund understood. Peter wouldn't be able to live with himself if he couldn't do this for him. Edmund would only been able to forgive himself after he practically died saving Peter by breaking the Witch's wand. He nodded and moved his feet so Peter could easily reach them. Edmund felt incredibly awkward, having his proud brother humbled at his feet. But Peter seemed at ease, something Edmund would have never guessed. He was used to his brother being magnificent, mighty, great. But now Edmund was realizing that most of it was a façade. Deep down, Peter was still a young boy, scared of the mighty role that had been thrust upon him so suddenly. He talked large and angrily because he was insecure, frightened. And Edmund was determined to help him with that.

Later that evening Edmund went to Peter's chambers. He was sitting on the edge of his bed, looking at a book, running his fingers through his hair. He was so distracted that he did not even notice Edmund's entrance. Earlier today Edmund had been afraid to approach his brother. But he had no such hesitation now, especially since he knew his brother needed him. Edmund knew how hard it was to admit you were wrong and to forgive one's own self. He sat down next to his brother and slung an arm around his shoulder. Peter looked up, startled by the unexpected movement. He grinned widely when he saw that Edmund was sitting next to him with a friendly smile.

"Ed, I know I should have come talked to you sooner, but I… I didn't know what to say. It – "

"Yeah, I know. You're not good at coming up talking about your emotions and all those sappy things," Edmund said teasingly.

"Yeah. But I should have. You're my brother. If I can't talk –"

"Pete?"

"Yes?"

"Shut up," Edmund said, rolling his eyes. Peter laughed. Edmund grinned and laughed. "Pete, you didn't make me have to try to come up with the non-existent perfect words to mend what had been done after I went to the White Witch; I'm not about to make you try to come up with words. I just… I just came to tell you that I'm here for you. Anything you need."

"There is something I want to ask you to do."

"Name it."

"If I ever treat you anything less than what you deserve, hit me until you knock some sense into me, alright?" Peter said teasingly. Edmund grabbed his brother and buried his head into his brother's chest. Peter held him tight. "I'm so glad that you aren't mad at me for being a tyrant."

"No!" Edmund shouted. Peter drew back, shocked. Edmund took a breath to calm himself and said, "Pete, you're not a tyrant. I don't think you ever could be. You care about others too much."

"I don't even get why I was made High King. Any of the three of you would fill my job so much better," Peter said.

"How? We're only who we are because you're our rock, our support," Edmund protested. "And you proved yourself a worthy High King today."

"Thank you," Peter said softly. "You know, maybe we should make this a tradition again, as it was before."

"With one change," Edmund said. "I'm going to do it with you." Peter was about to protest, but his brother's eyes were steely and resolute.

"As will we." Edmund and Peter looked up and saw that Susan and Lucy had been lingering by the door.

Lucy added, "After all, our first duty as kings and queens is to serve the Narnians, not the other way around."

"But you two have never needed reminding of that," Peter protested.

"It is not a reminder but what is right," Susan said simply. She took each of her brothers' hands and Lucy took their other hands. Peter knew that his family would always be there to remind him that he was a servant of Aslan and to the people of Narnia, not a tyrant.