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When the party has died down, Isabella, for one, is well and truly exhausted. She explores the palace until she finds a room with a bed in it, and into this bed she flops, still in her clothes and holding her staff and carrying the cordial in her pocket. She sleeps late, because the party kept her up so late and she hadn't really slept the night before; but around noon, she stirs, and gets up, and goes looking for James and wherever her backpack may have got to. The backpack she finds in the great hall where the principal mass of the party was; some enterprising creature took both bags from the battlefield at Beruna up to the castle for them, and she only wishes she knew who it was. She takes her bag to her room and carries James's with her and continues looking for her friend.
And the next morning after breakfast, when the household is dispersing, Isabella and her air-walking shoes creep up behind James for neck kissing purposes.
And from the visiting knights' table: "Oh my goodness!"
...Yeah, James is now laughing too hard to properly return kisses. She settles for hugging Isabella instead. And giggling on her. That too.
"Oh my goodness oh my goodness!"
Between the gossipy creatures and the excitable ones like Flit, the news is well on its way to all corners of the kingdom by midday.
Be it known,
That Queen Isabella and King James are engaged to be married on the eleventh of July in the year 1008.
Narnian citizens are welcome to hold celebrations of the event in every settlement in the land. A copy of the wedding's intended menu, musical selections, and decoration scheme will be provided closer to the date for any organizers who would find this useful. A transcript of the ceremony will be distributed after the King and Queen have exchanged vows.
Many creatures are delighted to congratulate their majesties on their engagement.
And except for the small forest fire in the west (addressed by a river-god and local knightly help), an ideological squabble between some pine dryads and some oak dryads (settled by deploying a dwarven philosopher and some placating chocolate), and a very nearly violent confrontation between a griffin and a rat he mistook for a non-speaking prey creature (which has to be brought to royal mediation), the year is otherwise pretty uneventful.
"Merry Christmas, and congratulations," says Father Christmas. "For you both, here is a pair of magic rings that each know the way to the other, and whose wearers can take comfort in each other's presence even from very far away. And the old summer palace south of the Western Woods has been restored as well."
He offers each monarch a small red velvet bag, suitably sized to contain a magic ring.
He departs, smiling.
"Magic rings! I guess we get engagement rings after all, in a sense. Have I mentioned how much I like Father Christmas?"
"You have mentioned it, but this seems like the right day of year to mention it again." Isabella tries her ring on; it fits perfectly, of course. Silver almost-Celtic knotwork with appropriately shaped diamonds throwing fire from the gaps. "Oh, pretty."
James's ring matches. She puts it on. It fits her perfectly, too.
"I like Father Christmas a lot!"