Peter sat astride his great black horse, for the moment the only noise apparent in the forest around him was the thunder of horses' hooves on the soft forest floor. He glanced back over his shoulder, satisfaction molding his features into a smirk as he saw how far ahead he had raced ahead of his sister, Lucy.

"Planning on getting back to the castle before or after the feast tonight?" he called back to Lucy, his voice shivering with mirth. They were on their way back to Cair Paravel, where there was indeed going to be a great feast that night. It was the 10th anniversary of the siblings' coronation as rulers of Narnia.

"Peter, you know full well that your horse's legs are a full foot longer than those of my poor mare." huffed Lucy, looking quite disgruntled at being so outpaced in their ride through the woods. "It isn't fair of you to ride so fast."

"Oh, Lu, you know I wouldn't leave you behind," he said in mock seriousness. "you know how these woods are, simply crawling with dangerous folk."

"Ha! I'm better than you with a knife and you know it." She said, smiling smugly.

"You wish." said Peter, rotating around in his saddle just in time for his great black horse to rear up over a young woman on the path, whose arms were thrown up protectively over her head as the horse's great hooves cleaved the air above her. Peter quickly jerked back on the reins to being his horses frenzy to an end. He swung down off his horse and strode over to the terrified woman.

"Are you alright?" He said down to the mass of wavy auburn hair that cascaded over the face of the quivering feature. The girl tilted her head upwards and beheld the most beautiful face he had ever seen. Framed by the thick auburn hair was a heart-shaped face. She had large, dewdrop-shaped eyes that were the color of melting chocolate. She had full, rosey lips, and across her nose there was a small splatter of freckles.

"I-I think so." said the girl, her voice quivering slightly.

"What's your name?" said the High King, slightly stunned.

"Yonah," said the girl, smiling faintly up at Peter.

At that moment they were joined by another. "Peter! What happened? Are you alright? Who are you?" Gushed Lucy, concerned.

"It's nothing, Lucy. I just didn't see her out on the path. I'm afraid I may have scared her a little bit." Said Peter in an odd tone of voice. The two siblings looked down at the girl at the same time. Yonah was mouthing 'Lucy, Peter, Lucy, Peter' over and over. It seemed like something clicked in her mind.

"Oh! Your majesties." She said, trying to clamber into a standing position and curtsy simultaneously. "I'm sorry, I didn't recognize you."

Oh, it's alright," soothed Lucy, smiling warmly at Yonah. "If we wanted to be recognized everywhere, we'd go out in full fanfare and with our crowns and all. I personally think it's all a little bothersome." She said, grinning conspiratorially at Yonah. "What did you say your name was?"

"Yonah, your majesty."

"Well then, pleased to meet you. I'm Lucy."

During this exchange Peter had been glancing nervously up at the sun, noting its place in the sky. "Look, Lu. It's almost dusk." he said worriedly.

"Oh! you're right, we really must be getting back." She spun to Yonah. "Would you like to come to the feast tonight?" She gushed excitedly. "You could stay at Cair Paravel, of course, and we could give you a dress, and-"

"Errr, I don't know your majesty," she said, glancing over at Peter.

"Oh, of course! You must come. It'll be my apology for scaring you earlier."

"Well, alright then."

Lucy and Peter mounted, Peter pulling Yonah up after him.

As they rode off to Cair Paravel together Lucy's voice could be heard trailing off behind them, "Oh, you're just going to love Susan, and you really must call me Lucy, and..."

None of them noticed the pair of figures in dark clothing, looking after them with pleased, smug expressions. "Good, she's in."