Disclaimer: I don't own Narnia or its characters

Disclaimer: I don't own Narnia or its characters.

A/N: This just sort of popped in my head and while I really wanted to write a Casue fic I figured a PeterOC couldn't hurt… ;-D

Prologue

Peter and Edmund Pevensie, Kings of Narnia, paused for dramatic effect at the top of the stairs. Loud cheers and hollering erupted from below them and wide grins broke out upon their faces. The two of them hurried down the steps to the gathered crowd, saddlebags slung over their shoulders and swords strapped to their hips.

"And we're off to the North, the blasted giants!" Edmund called out, tipping his head back. The crowd roared enthusiastically, always happy to accommodate their kings' egos with a little Narnian loyalty thrown in for good measure.

Peter swept Lucy off her feet in a crushing hug as Edmund kissed Susan on the cheek in farewell. The sisters looked far from worried, as the two men had fought much more dangerous enemies in the past. This campaign was nothing to lose sleep over. Peter and Edmund made their way through the crowd to their waiting horses. Without hesitation, the younger swung onto the back of his Narnian mount but a tug on Peter's sleeve held him back.

The High King turned to find a young woman with her hand on his arm. She had the dark skin of a Calormene and wore the elaborate costume of one as well. Her brightly colored veils draped mysteriously across her face, but by the spark in his eyes, it was obvious he recognized her. She moved with a startling feline grace and the crowd parted around her with the tangibly uneasy fear of an unloved queen. Some sort of ornament jingled, a hollow, lonesome note, and a tense silence fell over the gathered Narnians.

Peter stared into her eyes, facing what he feared. She reached one hand up and removed her veil, the other still fiercely gripping his arm. A quake ran through the crowd, disbelieving that the tradition-driven woman would show her face in public. A smile filled with unsaid shouts and impassioned anger slipped across her lips before she pressed them to Peter's. He seemed to have no defences against her and anxiously ran his hands over her bare midriff. Her arms curled around his shoulders, holding him in the way only a lover can. Finally, she pulled her mouth from his, only to thrust it against his ear. Those close enough collectively leaned forward, curiosity reigning over mistrust, and those too far away only tried to push in closer.

In an instant she was gone, disappeared into the throng, her veil once again concealing her face. Peter recovered quickly, only the touch of his fingers against his lips and a somber look in his eyes belying his inner thoughts, and heaved himself onto his horse. The horse shifted warily, sensing Peter's lack of confidence. He drew his sword from its sheath and raised it high above his head. With that gesture, the crowd let out a tremendous cry for Narnia and the Calormene tryst was forgotten in a flurry of excitement.

Susan and Lucy remained rooted to the ground, however, as the rest moved off with warrior kings. It wasn't unusual to see Peter flirting with a noblewoman or even to stumble across a carefree kiss or two, but this woman had been so passionate and intense it only led their minds to wander. A sort of fervent regret they had only seen a time or two, when Narnia was still fresh to them and they to their mistakes, threatened from his eyes, though they couldn't be sure to who.

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