Summary:Love is blind, she thought, And so is Peter! The High King of Narnia is courting the Princess of Celestia and the people of both kingdoms couldn't be happier. But what happens when a mysterious woman in black seeks shelter in the walls of Cair Paravel? Princess Giovane is tired of curses, but now someone has cursed her heart!

Disclaimer (For those of you who don't know me yet In scorn say I, do not own Narnia and anything else having to do with C.S. Lewis's works.

Translation: I do not own anything that has to do with Narnia (simple as that!)

Author's NoteYou want it, you got it! This is your awaited sequel! As you can see, this chapter begins with a letter from Peter to Giovane. I tried to write it the way Narnia's royals would have wrote it. Thanks, Shakespeare! Lol!

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Chapter 1: Peter's Lady

Giovane,

First off I'd like to see to it that this letter finds you well in Celestia. My hopes are high that you and your family are settled in after these few months.

Though, my Lady, the Christmas season doth near. Cair Paravel is holding the regular festivities: A masquerade ball to celebrate. But we don't want to be of ado to your country, so if you can't make it it's all right. But do try to see us sometime this winter. Oh, but if only! I could show you the Dancing Dryads with Lucy (I always take her to them to join in their merriment) and the Fauns; Tumnus and his friends will be making music throughout Christmas Eve. And there is but another thing I want to show you, but perhaps it can wait.

Dear, I miss you so! I must beg you come here when you have time (Lucy is begging too).

Lovingly,

Peter

Princess Giovane smiled as she rode on her steed, her guards following closely behind. She and her party have been on the road to Narnia for hours now. Giovane heaved a dreamy sigh as the wind blew gently on her neatly tied hair. Her soft brown waves refused to become tangled under her crown, her skin, fair in complexion against her navy blue riding dress and black traveling cloak. Giovane patted her horse's neck. A black stallion she had named Duke. She loosened her reins and laid her gloved hands lightly on the pommel. She sighed again, this time thinking of Peter. He and Giovane had been exchanging letters since the princess left with her family for Celestia a few months ago. Giovane recalled the night when Peter had asked for permission to court her. She thought he had been making a jest out of her but he had not. The Celestian king, Giovane's father, was delighted to hear the news and the queen, Giovane's mother, broke into happy tears. Peter had maintained his gentleness and love in his letters. Giovane blushed every time she read them. As a result, she would often hide in her room to read his letters where she could not be seen. Now the princess looked around. The first signs of winter began to show. The trees had lost their leaves and the sky was slightly gray. The air was icy but tolerable. Duke nodded his head and jerked Giovane out of her daydream. The princess held firmly on her reins, "What is it, Duke?" she asked gently. The stallion nodded his head and nickered. Giovane started to hear the sound of a river. She looked to her side and saw a thin line of water. One of her guards trotted up on his horse, "Your Highness," he said, "We are near Rush River and a few miles away of Cair Paravel. Do you fancy a rest?"

Giovane's blue eyes sparkled in excitement, "Oh, peace!" she whispered and looked at her guard, "No thank you. We shall continue on. But your men might need to stop for the moment," she said. Her guard smiled, "Not at all, Your Highness! Onward it is!" and fell behind again. Finally! Giovane thought. She was so excited to see Peter again. She also wondered how much Lucy must have grown in six months, and Susan. Did she find a suitor? And Edmund was he to woo a lady yet? Giovane was so excited to get to Cair Paravel. Duke sensed her emotions and began to prance, his hindquarters dancing lightly under the saddle. Giovane laughed and reined the young steed, "No you don't!" she said. Duke's favorite game, when he got excited, was usually to throw off his rider. Giovane remembered she first time she ever rode him. She was so excited to be on a stallion that Duke sensed her emotion and instantly threw her off. The result was a backache and poor Giovane stayed in bed for a week.

In what seemed like years to Giovane, the strong marble walls of Cair Paravel soon began to loom ahead the Celestian party. Duke began to feel giddy again. Giovane held on to the reins.

"I think it would be best to have it white," Queen Susan told a maid, who was holding up a table mantle, "Don't you think so, Lucy?"

Queen Lucy, Susan's younger sister, jumped up and down, "Oh, yes! It will represent purity, just the right theme for Christmas!"

The maid then curtsied and smiled, "As thou wishes, Your Graces!" and walked off. Susan looked around, "Now where is that High King?" she murmured. Peter had been missing the entire morning and it was nearly noon. Lucy shrugged, "Wherever he is, I hope he will be in time to meet Giovane," at the sound of the princess's name, the queens giggled. They had been taunting their eldest brother for months about how madly in love he was with the Celestian princess. A few moments later, the Narnian trumpets of the Palace Guards rang from outside, "Hail!" came a Faun's voice, "The Princess Giovane of the Kingdom of Celestia!"

Susan and Lucy ran outside, down Cair Paravel's entrance steps, and around the path to the main gates. Immediately Giovane and her party came in. The queens squealed in delight at the sight of their friend. Giovane trotted up to them, "Susan, Lucy!" she exclaimed as she halted, "How are you?" she asked. She was so excited that she forgot to dismount. Lucy flicked her hands, "Oh, just fine!" she said happily, "I supposed you're looking for Peter, though," she said. Giovane giggled. She opened her mouth to speak when a boyish voice called out, "Giovane!"

Giovane turned in her saddle to see Peter running from the stables. The princess couldn't contain her joy, and neither did Duke. He reared and bucked. Susan and Lucy let out small screams. Giovane held on. She was quite used to Duke's reactions by now. Peter came to her side, calming the stallion. Giovane's chest heaved with shock, joy, and irritation at Duke. Peter helped her dismount and she rested in his arms for a moment, shaking. She then straightened up, "Excuse me for a moment," she said and glared at Duke. He nodded and nickered. The Celestian guards took hold on the stallion, "Your Highness!" the chief exclaimed worriedly. Giovane held up her hand and gave a look of help to Susan. The gentle queen nodded, "You may take the horses to the royal stables," she said and nodded at a Faun nearby, who led the guards away. Giovane turned back to Peter, "Ah, where we?" she breathed. Peter laughed and kissed her lips softly. Susan and Lucy giggled. Peter pulled away, "How was your travel?" he asked. Giovane smiled up at him, "We passed some beautiful scenery coming here," she said, "It's a lot more exciting when you ride in the open then when you're in a carriage," she then added, "Especially on Duke."

The statement made Peter smirk. Giovane turned to Susan and Lucy. The royals exchanged warm hugs. Lucy clung to Giovane's waist. The princess stared at the young queen, "My, my!" she said, "You had to stand on tip toes to reach my waist."

Lucy beamed, "I grew a few inches while you were away!" she said happily. Just then, the royals heard someone muttering. They looked to see Edmund casting shocked glances at the stables. His crown was in his hands and he toyed with it, "Hullo! Giovane!" he greeted and smiled. Giovane returned his smile warmly. Edmund pointed his thumb to the direction of the stables, "Pardon the question, but is that your stallion?"

Giovane sighed while Peter, Susan and Lucy laughed. Duke was beginning to be a 'Hoof-full' of trouble.

Author's Note: I hope this wasn't too long or too short. If it's too fast or too slow, or you'd like to enlighten me with ideas (haha!) send me a message. But don't forget to review!