A/N: Heylo, my lovelies! Here is a new story! This is going to be my first longer story. I love CS Lewis and The Chronicles of Narnia so I thought I would write my own little love story about the characters. :) Hope you guys like this! Read and Review and let me know what you think!

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Reyna paced back and forth across the deck. The ocean water lapped up against the side of the ship. The men worked tirelessly as they managed the oars. Reyna could feel her stomach rocking with every wave that passed, making her more and more nauseous. She wasn't usually a wimp about being on the sea, after all Limea was on a small island, so she grew up by the water. There was something else that was making her seasick. She stopped pacing and braced her hands on the side of the boat, breathing deeply, trying to regain her composure. She took some stabilizing breaths that calmed her as the salty air filled her nostrils and lungs. Her eyes opened and she looked towards the helm and saw her father standing alongside the captain, staring out toward the mass of land that continued to creep ever closer.

Reyna glanced down as her dress flapped in the wind. It was plain. The pattern was simple. It was a dark brown color with a tan sash around her waist. The dress had long sleeves and there was a band of embroidery along the hem. The embroidery was simple, really just a conglomeration of swirly lines. The material was sturdy and meant for rough wear - quite unlike what she would normally be forced to wear at court in Limea. Reyna had never been one for finery and jewels. They made her feel like more of a doll than a person. They were always so heavy and reminded her of being weighed down by a ton of bricks. She glanced back up and felt the sea spray in her face lightly, her long hair flowing behind her in the wind. She had long wavy auburn hair that, when let down, reached her waist. Her eyes were a beautiful shade of violet that sparkled when she laughed. She took another deep breath trying to regain a grip on her emotions.

Reyna's father, King Archibald Castellian, was journeying to Narnia in order to attend a peace conference of many nations. It was very important that he attend, and of course he decided to bring his only daughter. That was not what was troubling Reyna. Her father had just told her that he planned to find her a husband here at this peace conference.

How dare he! What did he think she was, some kind of property to be bartered? She was a living, breathing, human being! She did not deserve this. Of course, it all made sense in the grand scheme of things, she was his only child and he needed her to be safe and settled so that she could provide an heir. Yes, it would be nice to secure some allies for Limea, the more the better. But wasn't there some other way to go about it? Ugh! My father! Does he think I will just roll over and take this sitting down? I most certainly am going to fight this. I want to marry for love. Why can he not understand that! She felt trapped. Her emotions swirled around inside her screaming "IT'S NOT FAIR." She felt like her life was nothing more than a bargaining chip meant to be traded to the highest bidder. She wanted to scream; to run away; to jump overboard and swim as far away from Narnia as possible.

Reyna's thoughts were interrupted when she felt a strong hand on her shoulder. She sighed as she turned around to look at her father

"You look troubled, daughter." He said. She almost rolled her eyes at that. Instead, she settled for an exasperated sigh.

"I am, Papa! I was thinking about what you told me last night… about my marriage."

"…and?"

"I do not want to get married. I am only nineteen!" She cried with exasperation.

"Exactly! You are nineteen! When I married your mother, she was sixteen."

"That was a different time father! This is now. In this day and age, some people like to find love and get married of their own VOLITION!"

"THAT'S ENOUGH, REYNA!" He said as she was about to continue her rant. "I know that this is not what you wanted. If I were a farmer and you a farmer's daughter, things might be different. You would be free to marry whomever you wanted, but you are not. You are a princess. And being such means that you have certain responsibilities toward me and also toward your country. You cannot just marry anyone. I have coddled you for too long. I have wanted to keep you with me for as long as I could, but now…Reyna…I am getting old. I need to be sure that when I die that Limea is secure."

Reyna stood watching her father as he said this. She knew this was hard for him. He had loved her mother. She had been a nobleman's daughter and they fell in love when they were both very young. When Reyna's father inherited the throne at twenty, he was expected to marry another princess and stabilize an alliance with the neighboring kingdom of Darnish. He didn't though, he married Denise, Reyna's mother, against everyone's wishes.

They ignored everyone's protests and were happy to be together. They had many lovely years together, but they struggled to conceive. When they finally did, it was Reyna's birth that had taken Queen Denise's life. King Archibald had been devastated and chose to keep his daughter close to him because he didn't want to lose her as well - she was his last reminder of Denise. This was it, though. Reyna's father was telling her it was time to grow up and let go - for both of them. They needed to make decisions that were for the best of the kingdom. She sighed and bent her head.

"Very well…I will agree to your decision." She took a deep breath and quickly said, "But please! Let me choose…" She pleaded.

"Have you not heard what I have been saying? You can't choose."

"Papa, you didn't let me finish. I will stand by your decision if I am allowed to choose the best out of the candidates. Papa, please. If I cannot marry for love, at least let me choose the life that I think I would be most happy in." She knew she was going out on a limb here but she could see her father wavering. Hopefully he would agree.

"….Very well."

"OH! Thank you, Papa!" She exclaimed as she threw her arms around him! He embraced her, happy that they would now be somewhat reconciled. As he glanced up he saw that they were coming into port.

"Reyna, my child! We are here at last!"

Reyna glanced around her at this new country. Narnia was beautiful. The trees swayed slowly in the breeze and the sun shone brightly down on the beach. The sand crystals sparkled in the light of the day and the waves lapping on the beach seemed to dance in and out. There was something different about this place. This land was alive. Everything was alive. She had heard all kinds of rumors about Narnia; about the magic that was supposedly infused in this land. She noticed a large party of people waiting there, next to the docks. As they got closer she began to see their shapes more clearly. There were masses of animals of all kinds standing around conversing with each other; she'd never seen anything like it. In Limea there were animals, but not like the diversity of animals on the beach, and they DEFINITELY didn't talk to each other. Reyna's father was one of the last guests to arrive, as Limea was a good month journey from Narnia. So, the welcoming committee was very large and there were all sorts of dignitaries from a variety of countries conversing and ambling around the beach.

In the center of the group were three people. They were walking slowly towards the boat. Stopping occasionally to speak with someone or to embrace an old acquaintance. The two women were very beautiful. From what Reyna could tell, the older one, had long dark tresses that were pulled up into an exquisite hairstyle with swirls and braids and jewels. She had dazzlingly blue eyes that seemed to look upon everyone with kindness and gentleness. She was tall and slim, with a pale complexion that made her look quite delicate, however not fragile. Her dark hair contrasted greatly with her pale skin. She had perfectly clear skin, with no blemishes.

The other one, who looked slightly younger had lighter hair. Not blond but certainly not as dark as her friend's. It was more of a golden-brown color. Her hair was let down and flowed across her shoulders. She had tiny flowers braided into her hair. Her eyes were a dark blue that danced around flipping from face to face as she passed through the crowd. She was not as tall as the dark-haired woman, but she was not petite. Just smaller. She was not plump, but not slim either. Her skin was more tanned than the other one, tiny freckles spotted her cheeks and nose. It looked as if she spent a lot of time outside in the sun. She stopped to talk with everyone and she kept running off to hug and embrace someone in the crowd.

The young man looked a little older than the woman with the dark hair. Maybe about twenty-one or twenty-two. He had sandy brown hair, and light blue eyes like the color of the sky on a bright and clear day. He was tall and muscular. He walked with confidence and a smile that light up his face. He had a nicely trimmed beard, with just a few tints of gold in it. His bronzed skin shone in the sun and the slight breeze ruffled his slightly wavy blond hair. The sun bounced off his face and she found herself sighing when she saw him.

By this time the three monarchs, for they most certainly were, had arrived at the dock. King Archibald stepped off the ship and walked down the gang plank to meet them, Reyna dutifully following him. Her father was not a very handsome man. He was in his mid-fifties and had long gray hair, with streaks of white. He had a kind face and bright red cheeks. He had a white beard that hung down past his chest and just touched his robust belly. He sometimes reminded Reyna of pictures she had seen of Father Christmas. King Archibald was a stout and short man who limped a bit as he walked, due to an old war injury. Nonetheless, he was a pleasant man who enjoyed a good laugh and loved his daughter very much. He reached the end of the gang plank and greeted the man with a hearty handshake.

"King Peter, I assume?" He said.

"Yes, sir that is me!" He said with a great amount of ease. It was like he was talking to an old friend. "Let me introduce to you my sisters. Queen Susan," as he motioned to the dark-haired woman, "and Queen Lucy." Both Queen Susan and Queen Lucy nodded as their brother introduced them. Reyna's eyes caught both of theirs and they smiled warmly at her. That helped relieve a few of her many nerves. As Reyna glanced around, she noticed a figure running down the great hill that lead to the castle. It looked like a man because Reyna did not see any skirts flying about. Perhaps it was a stable boy, he seemed to be clutching his head, as if he were trying to keep something on. His hat maybe? Reyna turned back to the conversation going on between her father and his new friends, fully stepping down off the gang-plank and walking to stand beside her father

"Forgive me, King Peter, but I understood that you had three siblings. Not two. Have I been misinformed?" At this, King Peter and his sisters exchanged some embarrassed looks.

"Well, you see King Archibald…" King Peter wasn't able to finish his sentence for all of the sudden a shout was heard.

"PETER! I'M COMING! GOOD LORD THAT'S A LONG HILL! I'M COMING!" The figure that she had seen came sprinting toward their group, the crowd parted for him as he ran. Her idea of a stable boy flew from her head – he must be someone of importance for the crowd to part like that. He looked like a mad-man, his arms were flailing all about him as he attempted to stop his momentum, but it continued to carry him forward. He would have fallen on his face, or continued straight off the dock into the water, but instead he toppled right on top of Reyna.