A/N: Here you are, Davee & Narnia Queen - the sequel :)

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Part 1

"There it is. Camelot."

"......"

"What? No words?"

"Hush. I'm trying to take it all in."

"You haven't even met Arthur yet."

"He's still a prince you say?"

"Yup. Or at least during the last time we were here. His da's alright. Except the beheading-of-sorcery-users part."

"Good thing Lu's not here then. She'll probably stage an escape of the prisoners or something."

"You make her sound like a misbehaved royal or something."

"You're right. I'm actually thinking about you."

"Oh ha-ha. Come on. Onwards to Camelot, Your Majesty."

Arthur was walking down the castle steps to walk past the courtyard towards the training area when he heard the sound of hoofs thundering on the stone ground.

There were about ten men and all of them were wearing armours and colours of red and gold that was nearly the same shade of Camelot's, only that the red was closer to orange and the gold stitching bore an image of a dancing lion.

As soon as they neared, one of them who was at the front of the small sortie jumped down even before the person's horse has properly stopped, and called out, "Arthur!"

The prince stopped and stared at the soldier but only when the person took off his helmet did Arthur recognise him.
"Edmund! Is that you?"

"The one and only." Edmund laughed, grabbing hold of the prince's hand and pumping it furiously.

"Good lord, Edmund! How have you been? It's been, what, nearly a year?"

"Eight months to be exact," Edmund replied, his smile bright, "The campaign went longer than we expected."

Arthur peered at the entourage Edmund brought with him and his eyebrow arched in question. "So I see. And you've brought with you the forces of Narnia?"

Edmund grinned. "Not all of them. Most of them are staying in one of the outer villages, waiting for us to join them before returning to Narnia."

"Ah. And.." Arthur said, tapping Edmund's chest where the golden thread of the lion's insignia gleamed in the sunlight, "...you are a proper soldier now?"

"Knight, actually," Edmund answered, turning around to nod at another person who was walking towards them, also clad in armour and the colours of Narnia on his person. And when the knight neared did Arthur see the shape of a crown on the man's helmet.

"Knight? Really?" Arthur said in disbelief and when Edmund turned back to look at him, the boy's face held an expression of guilt and sheepishness.

"Well, I haven't been all honest with you," Edmund said, taking out a scroll to hand it over to Arthur as the other person stepped up towards the two. "Let me present to you my brother, High King Peter of Narnia, Emperor of the Lone Islands, Lord of Cair Paravel, Knight of the Most Noble Order of the Lion."

Arthur looked up from the scroll he unfurled and immediately gave a bow to the newcomer, also a boy Arthur realised with a start when the High King took off his helmet to reveal the features of a young and fresh-faced youth. But the air around the young King did not give Arthur any doubt as to the status of the Narnian lord when even the way the young boy walked screamed of royalty and of a warrior's grace that few royal brats, Arthur excluded, could carry.

"Your Majesty," Arthur greeted and he was surprised when Peter gave up the pretense of untouchable regality to shake Arthur's hand with an enthusiasm that rivaled Edmund's.

"Prince Arthur," the King said, a pleased smile on his boyish countenance, "it is our pleasure to meet you. Edmund and Susan has been telling us of the King's and your hospitality and Camelot's grandeur during their respite after the wolves' attack in your woods. Camelot has our utmost gratitude."

"It is I who is most grateful of the chance encounter with Lord Edmund and Lady Susan... or is it Prince Edmund and Princess Susan?" Arthur asked, looking at Edmund from the corner of his eyes.

"Errr... well... " Edmund started taking out another scroll before handing it over to the blank-faced Arthur, "remember when I said that I haven't been all honest with you?"

A few weeks after Edmund and Susan's departure from Camelot, Uther met a guest in one of the celebratory feasts hosted by one of Camelot's allies and it was because of her exotic beauty that the King spent his time talking with the lady and unexpectedly finding out that she was in relation to the Telmarine throne - a distant cousin of Caspian IX to be exact. The Lady was married to a non-Telmarine lord who died a year ago and she lived away from the Narnia kingdom to care for her husband's estate and therefore only receive news of the goings-on in Narnia though passing merchants or through courier when her Telmarine relatives remembered to send her letters. From what the lady tells Uther of Narnia, the King was assuredly convinced that Camelot's two recent Narnian guests were truthful about what was happening in the lands past Albion, although he did feel that there was something else that the siblings have held back. He did not expect that he would find out what it was so soon and in such a spectacular fashion.

"King Edmund of Narnia, Duke of Lantern Waste and Count of the Western March, Knight of the Noble Order of the Table?"

"Your Majesty." Edmund bowed with acknowledgement. The young king still could not shake the need to fidget when confronted with Uther, whereas Peter barely radiated nervousness. The High King merely smiled at the man, matching the older King's intimidating stature with a confident and regal look of his own.

"Forgive me," Uther said, looking at the young King in a speculative manner, "But this is the first time I've heard of a Kingship being shared between brothers. And didn't you say King Caspian X is the present King of Narnia? Or have you mislead us of that fact as well, King Edmund?"

"I apologise again, Your Majesty but we did not lie to you about that. Caspian is still the King of Narnia but he swears allegiance to my brother, the High King, as do I and my sisters, Queen Susan and Queen Lucy."

Uther stared at the two Narnian Kings in disbelief. "Two Kings and Two Queens under a High King?"

"As what we have been crowned by the Kingdom of Narnia, your Majesty," Peter explained, "It was only the four of us brothers and sisters who rule Narnia in the beginning but when Miraz usurped the Telmarine throne, we were called to Caspian's aid and after the success of the war, Caspian, our new royal brother, is made King and what was once Telmar became a part of Narnia."

"But why the secrecy?" Uther questioned.

"Narnia was pressed by enemy forces in the East and West," Peter told him, "I set forth to confront them in the North-West while Caspian guarded the East at the shores of the Great Eastern Ocean. Edmund needed to join me and my army but we have word that scouts were seen around the grounds near the Great River. The safest route would be to avoid the area and that would take my brother out of Narnia and into foreign lands. Stealth was of import, therefore he was charged not to reveal himself as one of the sovereigns of Narnia until he reaches the safety of our forces."

"Extraordinary," Uther said with amazement, "You bore wars at such a young age."

"Oh, we have had a chance to grow up properly at some point," Peter said, with a secretive smile, "But it is less of age than of how you spent it that makes you what you are."

"Quite right," Uther agreed, handing his archivist the scrolls of identification for copying into the royal records, "Your Majesties are welcome as guests of Camelot. Stay as long as you wish and tonight we will hold a welcoming feast in honour of the Narnian delegation."

"Your Majesty is too generous." Peter bowed and as he stood up, he motioned for two of his men to come forward, each bearing a leather pouch. "And in honour of our friendship, may I present to you a gift from the finest smithy of Narnia."

Uther's eyes widened a fraction when the man unfolded the pouch to reveal a sword belt studded with the bluest stones that the King has ever seen and when he held the dark leather, it was sturdy yet malleable and he could see intricate and beautiful patterns flowing on the rich hide.

"And for your Highness..." another man stepped forward and bowed before Arthur, presenting the gift with the same military aplomb, unfolding his own pouch to reveal another sword belt also studded with jewels - red rubies on this one - but with a simpler design on its lighter coloured leather, though no less beautiful as the one presented to the King.

"King Peter, these are truly beautiful gifts," Uther praised, "My son and I thank you."

"We are content that our gifts pleases you," Peter said, looking glad, "We have also brought a gift for Lady Morgana from Queen Susan. If we could have an audience with her ladyship before we retire...?"

"Of course," Uther allowed, nodding to his son, "Prince Arthur will assist you. Morgana would be most delighted to meet King Edmund again and hear word of Queen Susan."

"Thank you. By your leave your Majesty," the High King of Narnia said, bowing to Uther before walking out of the room with Edmund beside him, leaving the older King with ideas and possibilities forming in his mind.

When they were outside, Arthur bowed to the foreign kings and said, "Well you Majesties, I'll leave you with my manservant to show you to your chambers while I hunt for Lady Morgana. No doubt she will be beside herself if I don't tell her at once about your arrival, especially of yourself, King Edmund."

"Oh please." Edmund half-snorted and half-pleaded. "Just Edmund, Arthur."

"Edmund," Arthur agreed, smirking at Edmund good-naturedly before turning to his servant - a new one, Edmund realised - a tall youth, lanky and pale with crudely cut dark hair and big ears. "Show their Majesties to the guests' quarters."

"Ummm..."

"At the West Wing, Merlin," Arthur said in a strained tone.

"Right, of course... Sire," the young man said before bowing awkwardly to his master who was shaking his head in annoyance as he passed by him. When the servant turned his attention back to the foreign dignitaries he was taken aback by the look of unrestrained surprise on their faces.

"W-What?"