(This story is based on the movie, and some facts are changed, like how no one saw Caspian escape from the castle and he is 13, just like how he is in the book. Also I don't know their real age in the movie so I made it my own. Remember this is my rendition. Hope you like it and PLEASE review)

Aria's whole body was cloaked, and her face was covered with a black veil that revealed only her clear, bluish-jade eyes. Silently Aria followed the son of Adam, at a short distance, as he wandered in the forest at the dead of night, his face hidden in his own cloak. The only other humans she had ever encountered were her own brother, Jasper, the Telmarines and the queens and kings of Narnia. She stumbled over a tree root, and a short gasp escaped her mouth, arousing the boy's attention. He whipped around, unsheathing his sword as he turned. Responding to his reaction, Aria pulled out hers. She ducked as he tried a blatant stab at her chest. They rallied each other, swords clashing but nothing more. She knocked his sword out of his hand and took an open opportunity at his chest, only burdening him with a shallow slash across his rib. In pained response, he grabbed her sword arm, swinging it behind her back. He then held a dagger across her neck, breathing heavily in her ear.

Aria grunted, struggling to be free of her captor, who couldn't be more than a summer older than she. She longed to shout out to her fellow Narnians for help, but he had covered her mouth with his hand. He pushed her forward, and she stumbled blindly across the dark ground because he had blindfolded her. She could feel him wince in pain from the wound she gave him, and smiled with satisfaction. Just as she wondered where they were going, he removed her blindfold. They came to a clearing in the trees and were surrounded by runes of the old keep. There burned a large bonfire; around it sat the rulers of Narnia, and familiar Narnians.

"Look what I found," the boy said grimly, "He's not from the Telmarines." He removed the hand from her mouth, along with it came the shroud that covered her face. Sweat beads adorned her brow as the fire illuminated the caramel color of her skin.

"She," Aria spat venomously at his boots, as her back was still facing him. She lifted her hand and swiftly let down the hood that covered her head. With it came waves of straight auburn hair that flowed just above her waist. The boy leapt back in surprise, immediately recovering himself and letting her go. Lowering herself to one knee, she bowed her head towards the royalty. "I may present myself as Aria, daughter of Marie, and born from the lions heart."

"Where do you come from Aria?" Lucy questioned curiously.

"I was born here in Narnia, from my mothers womb. My brother and I were given to her as a gift from Aslan. She was from the same place you all came from. She stayed here until I was five, she was dying, so she needed to go back." Aria explained tonelessly, her mother's death still hurt her every time it was mentioned.

"We are sorry for your loss, may I question about your brother and where he is?" Caspian asked.

"My brother is my twin, his name is Jasper, both he and I are twins. The people of Narnia call us the Nightriders. He hardly ever reveals himself. We have both been betrayed many times. We are loyal servants to Narnia and it's people. They have acted as parents to us, along with Aslan."

"You are in healthy acquaintance with Aslan?"

With this she met his eye, "He is considered my kin, he has fathered Jasper and I like no one ever could." Caspian was instantly taken aback by her fierceness of the matter.

"May I inquire about your age?" Susan finally spoke, a look of interest in her eye.

"17"

"Well we should be great friends then, for you and I are of the same age."

"'Twould be a great honor, your majesty."

"For heavens' sake, call me Susan!" she said smiling, "and I do think that you owe her much an apology, Peter."

Aria's eyes flicked up in surprise, her delicately arched eyebrows raised. "You're Peter? Well, I'm slightly disappointed," she said, a smile tugging at her full lips.

"You sure didn't disappoint me, even if you were a man. I apologize for the rude encounter, but you did startle me," he said, smiling crookedly at her. For some reason, a fluttering sensation adorned his abdomen when he looked into her eyes.

"You are sincerely forgiven, and I'm sorry for the cut, will you allow me to fix it?" she said this as she walked over to him. She took his hand in hers and led him inside the keep, guiding them with a torch. "How do you know where you're going," he asked, realizing how close they were in the small tunnel space. "As you know, Aslan has many special… abilities. Since I am almost born from him I have certain abilities as well. Plus, no one knows Narnia like I do."

Finally they came to a room where they had many medical supplies. Jars of different herbs and liquids lined the shelves of one wall, in the middle lay a bench barely four and a half feet wide, and seven feet long. She removed the cloak, revealing a simple dress, colored the same as her eyes, that hung just above the floor. Simple, leather slippers adorned her feet. She turned to him and sat him down. He had already removed his cloak, and his leather vest. His shirt remained, but he had difficulty removing it because of his wound. The blood has seeped through the shirt and dried, sticking it to his body. She took a warm towel and put it to his rib, allowing the blood to moisten.

As she did this, Peter watched with warm content. Being with her and in her presence seemed to awaken a feeling in him he'd only heard of. He tried again to remove his shirt, but found it extremely painful. She stopped him, "stand up," she instructed. He did so, and with a reassuring gaze, she gently removed the shirt, allowing it to float off of his body. They stood there for a moment, the energy buzzing excitedly between them. She shook her head slightly, instructed him to sit down and began working on him. His eyes wandered across her slim, lean figure, stopping at the square cut in her dress that showed a tiny amount of cleavage, and outlined the shape of her rotund breasts. He swallowed and forced his eyes up to her face. She had seen him eying her body and her face turned pink with blush. She was already blushing considering his tanned, muscled torso was right below her fingers. She tried desperately to pretend like he was any other man, but her attraction to him could not be smothered.

"Seems like you'll need stitches to stop the bleeding," she said seriously, putting her mind off his body. He just nodded calmly, and feeling guilty she threaded the needle, but when she pushed it through his flesh, he didn't flinch. When she finished she spread a paste of herbs on to his wound, then bound it with a cloth, tying it behind his back. She was momentarily distracted by the expanse of his broad shoulders and his well muscled back. When she finished, she tidied the cloth, her fingers lingering over his rib a moment overdue. At this gesture, Peter suddenly realized her feelings towards him were likewise to his feelings towards her. Clearing her throat, she rose to her feet, and began putting the herbs back on the shelves. When she turned back to face him, he had risen and his face was much closer than she expected.

"I wanted to thank you for fixing me up," he said quietly. In one small step, he closed the space in between them. Aria silently took a step back into the shelves behind her. Peter placed both hands either side of her body on the shelves, trapping her. He leaned into her, her face tilted slightly towards his. Peter hesitated; his breath hovered tantalizingly over her lips. Finally his lips met hers in sweet union, as his tongue slipped between her lips, Aria erupted with passion. One hand raised, caressing the back of his neck, her arm draping across his shoulder, while the other hand tangled it's fingers in his soft hair. He reacted to her enthusiasm by placing one hand behind her arched back and pressing her body against his own. Suddenly she leapt away, gasping slightly for air, her chest rising and falling. "I-I'm sorry, I have to leave now," she stammered, running towards the door. Peter was left alone in the chamber to contemplate the exotic taste that lingered reminiscently on his lips.