Author's Note: I got this idea when wondering why neither Peter nor Edmund had any love interests. Hope you like it.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything in the Chronicles of Narnia. C. S. Lewis does. I am merely borrowing the characters for this plot.

The sun rose over the golden orange horizon melting into the embrace of the soft strawberry pink and sharp sea green and throwing blood red rays encircled with lemon yellow into the lavender, pink and blue sky.

Cair Paravel stood at the very end of Narnia and was the first place to be graced by the new sun. It hung over the sea, the soft waves splashing at its cliff. Its mermaid residents danced with the pure blue waters. The walls were tall, almost reaching the sky. The ornate windows reflected the sunlight and it was furnished magnificently.

'I will not!'Peter's cry rang around the throne room. His golden honey hair fell into his warm blue eyes. His golden-midnight blue robes concealed his pale skin.

'For Aslan's sake, Peter!'Susan frowned, chiding him slightly. 'You are a king. Act like one!'

She had long; long ravishing black hair which was in natural luxurious curls. Her blue eyes, much different than her brother's, stood out against her creamy, white skin. She sat on the throne next to Peter, her silvery gown falling to her well-kept ankles. She stared thoughtfully at the window

'She's right' Young Lucy said consolably. Her auburn red silky hair fell to her shoulders. Her sweet voice and innocent smile were the most winning things in all of Narnia. 'Girls are not as bad as you think they are.'

'Easy for you to say.' Edmund said darkly though his eyes had a mischievous glint in them. His dark brown hair and mysterious dark eyes made him all the more charming and gave him an air of gentleness and attentiveness. 'And anyways you never had to face millions of girls yelling things like 'Marry me dearest Ed!' or 'I love you Peters!'

Giggling, Lucy fell off her throne. Even Susan was smiling, her eyes sparkling.

'You had admirers, Ed?' she asked mock surprised.

'Tons and tons. An army full.' He said solemnly. Susan turned her attention back to her elder brother who was rapidly sinking into his throne.

'I shall arrange for some balls and other events. And you'll have to be present.' She added guessing his plan.

Lucy clapped her hands together apparently delighted.

'How very fun!'

Peter groaned and closed his eyes.

'It seems to be that I am being prepared for my funeral not for my wedding.'

Edmund snorted while his sisters tried to conceal smiles. This would be fun.

'You know I am not enjoying this as much as you.'

Peter sank lower into his throne. He stared at his laughing siblings.

'Why don't you get married first, tell me how it is and then I'll see if I want to get married.'

'It is Narnian tradition for the eldest to be married first. Sorry Peter.' Susan said wryly.

Peter groaned loudly.

'You are acting as if we are asking you to eat spinach rather than asking you to get married.' Lucy said, hands on her waist.

'No this is much worse.'

Edmund grinned.

'Look on the bright side we will leave you alone.'

'Fat chance.' Peter muttered. 'You will never leave me alone.'

There was silence broken only by the creaking of the throne room doors and the footsteps of a faun. He was wearing a red woolen scarf and his expression was amused.

'Mr. Tumnus!' Instantly Lucy's face lit up as she rushed into her friend's arms hugging him tightly. 'How are you? You simply must stay here until Peter's wedding!'

'Oh I will!' Mr. Tumnus chuckled. 'But Peter doesn't seem to be too happy about this.'

''Good guess.' Peter said. 'Must I marry?'

'Yes.' Susan replied sharply.

'Must I wed?'

'Yes.'

'Must I join my hands in matrimony with some lady?'

'It's the same thing, Peter!' Susan replied angrily. 'Come off it!'

Peter groaned again and sank lower into his throne. Lucy brightened evidently having some hilarious thought. She rushed to Edmund murmuring something in his ear. Edmund laughed as Lucy ran to Susan muttering the same thing in her ear. Now Susa's smiles joined Edmund's, Lucy's and Mr. Tumnus's laughter.

Peter eyed them suspiciously.

'What did Lu say?'

Edmund choked and spoke up.

'Nothing, wise brother, nothing at all.'

'Isn't it bad enough that I am being forced to marry and you are teasing me?' Peter asked exasperatedly.

'Nope.' Lucy said, smiling innocently. 'We will tease you till the second you die.'

'Oh ha ha. Very funny, Lu.'

Isabella rushed pass the servants attempting their daily chores. From her warrior father, the king of Celestiene, she had inherited her unnatural tall height, haughty eyes ad excellent swordsman skills. And from her mother, whose parents had come from Narnia to escape from the White Witch, her slender frame and long, long jet black hair. From her Narnian grandfather she had inherited her square cut jaw and from her grandmother her wide doe eyes colored a radiant emerald green.

After her parent's tragic deaths when she was barely one year old, her three brothers had been responsible for her upbringing. They had taught her sword fighting, horse riding and archery as she was a wonderful pupil, keen to learn everything and anything. Despite her fiery temper she was generally sweet and shy and loved by all who knew her. Particularly her brothers.

Dane as the eldest was now king. His dark hair was pulled back in a small ponytail and his midnight blue eyes gave him a manly air. Many people thought him to be unkind and arrogant but in truth his nature was shyer than that of his siblings. But when the time came for him to be strong he overcame all else.

James, the youngest of the four, was the most attentive and wise. His coppery brown hair was like silk and everyone he met envied his eyes which were a deep, dark honey. He looked at all the facts and was the leader of Foreign Affairs. He was a diligent boy with an excellent memory and natural charm.

Of all her brothers, Isabella was closest to Lorien who was without a doubt the most handsome man in all of Celestiene. His hair was black like Isabella's only silkier and softer. His snow white skin made his brilliant chocolate eyes stand out. He was extraordinarily mischievous. He was tall and thin and a natural swordsman. To his dismay more than half of the female population of the land was after him begging to be his wife.

Last but not least, the person who completed their family with her bright, teasing attitude was Ginevra Sanchez, Isabella's sister-in-law and Dane's wife. She was the most beautiful woman ever to walk on earth. Her skin was naturally white, her cheeks red and her eyes ice blue. She had lovely red hair which fell demurely to her waist. It was not difficult to see why Dane and every other man she met was instantly ensnared by her. Under her ladylike pretence resided a fierce tigress ready to claw out the eyes of anyone who dare hurt her family. She and Isabella were the best of the friends.

Isabella flew into Ginevra's chambers not caring to knock. Inside Dane was standing up, his eyebrows raised. Ginevra was sitting on the wide bed an amused smile across her features. Isabella blushed

'Bad timing?' She asked. Dane sighed.

'Come in, dearest sister.' Feeling utterly at loss she followed her brother. Ginevra embraced her tightly ignoring Isabella's embarrassment.

'How are you, Lia?'

'Uh….fine……?' Isabella cast her eyes down. Ginevra laughed.

'It is impossible how you and Dane are alike!'

Dane frowned.

'I am a little monster?'

'Is Lia one?' Ginevra countered, smirking triumphantly.

Dane scowled.

'Women!' they heard him mutter.

Isabella sat down on the carpeted floor crossing her legs. Barely two seconds had passed that the door opened an inch. James peeked inside. Isabella laughed rushing to his willing arms.

'How are you Ilea?' he asked quietly sitting beside her.

'I meet you everyday Jay.' Isabella said leaning against the bed frame. James laughed.

'Indeed you do.'

Dane opened his mouth to speak when the door banged open.

'There is no peace in this house.' Ginevra muttered. Lorien grinned as he sat on Isabella's other side.

'Sorry Ginny.'

Dane cleared his throat.

'The Council of Narnia has given King Peter one month to get married.'

'Are you planning to send Ginny? I am ashamed of you, Dane!' Lorien asked cheekily. Dane threw a book at him.

'Of course not!'

'Ah.' Lorien said. 'At least you have some common sense.'

Ginevra however looked puzzled.

'Then who?'

Dane sighed.

'Of course Isabella, who else?'

Isabella took the dropped book and threw it back at him.

'Dane! How dare you!'

'Easily dearest.' Smiling Dane looked at his over dramatic sister. Isabella scowled.

'I suppose it is my duty?'

'Yes, Lia.' James said, looking thoughtful. 'We have to make an alliance with our neighbors'

'Why should I have to marry an already married man?'

Lorien and James exchanged glances and burst into laughter. Isabella scowled even more deeply.

'What?!' she asked annoyed

'Nothing Bella, nothing at all.' James wiped tears of mirth from his eyes.

Dane cleared his throat.

'You shall leave this afternoon, Lia tell Naomi to prepare your bags.'

Isabella looked up, forming a puppy-dog face.

'Can I take Lorien and James with me?'

Dane hesitated glancing at her face. Her expression melted his heart.

'Alright.' He said grudgingly. Isabella beamed and kissed his cheek.

'Thanks Dane!'

Dane didn't reply instead busied himself rummaging through his desk. James took his departure saying he had to pack and discuss matters with a duke. Lorien followed him followed closely by Isabella, who despite her earlier enthusiasm suddenly felt lonely.

How will I leave all of them? She wondered. 'When we have never been apart?'

As if that thought itself struck the heavens it began to rain. Isabella glanced at the window on which the splashing tears of rain fell down creating a pattern.

For those of you who read Crown of Dreams. I will soon be uploading its original version.

Reviews please! And please give me your ideas. I'd be more than happy to use them.

Best regards,

L. Potter