A/N: Here it is , Daughter of the Sun 2. I hope that this lives up to any anticipation you have had. I will try to update atleast once a week, but I can't make any promises so please don't hate me if I don't. My professors have piled on the papers this year and it might be difficult at time to write for pleasure. It will, mostly likely, be about as long as the last one. However, it won't take as long to write. I hope you enjoy this chapter and the rest of this story.

Chapter One: Arrival of a King

I can't believe that a year has passed since I was kidnapped. A lot has happened in those short months. Father is spending more time here at the palace. He is trying to spend as much time with me and Lune as possible, and is trying to make up lost time. Lune is engaged. I couldn't believe it. A month after we got back from Narnia, he met Amabel, a local village girl. She charmed him at once, and it was only a few weeks later that he asked her to marry him. Their wedding is to be later this month, and will be the social event of the season. I'm sure many nobleman's daughters and princesses' hearts will break that day.

I've only been able to visit Narnia a few times in the past year. Susan is still the same, but Lucy and Edmund have grown so much. Lucy is only a few inches shorter than me, and Edmund is as tall as Lune.

And then there's Peter… my Peter. I never thought I could love someone as much as I love him. Even though we're apart a lot, it only makes the time we're together that much more special. We do keep in touch during our time away from each other. His letters are the highlight of my week. I've kept them all, almost fifty letters. Often, during the week I find myself rereading parts of each letter, savoring each word. I can't wait until I see him again, only about two more weeks. He's coming with his family for Lune's wedding. I only wish we could have more time together, he'll only get to be here for a few short days. And I will be draining each day for as much time as I can spend with him, I never know when I'll see him again. We both have duties to our countries: he's the king of Narnia, and I have my own diplomatic duties. It's sad that our duties rip people who are in love apart. Maybe one day the separation will end, maybe one day we'll be… wait, I can't write it, I can't say it, I can't even think it, for it might not come true. Oh, and how I want it, too. How I want to spend every moment of everyday of every year with—

"Your Majesty."

Aurora looked up from her journal to see her handmaid's head peeking in.

"Lunch is being served in the East Hall today."

"Alright. Thank you."

She closed her journal, and set it next to her, her quill on top. It could wait until later, but her rumbling stomach could not.

She quietly wound through the marble halls of Anvard, deep in thought. She could find her way with her eyes closed, which made her absentminded stroll much easier. Aurora stopped at one of the ceiling-to-floor windows, and gazed out at Archenland—her Archenland. Everything was green, green and luscious and beautiful. She could see the smoke rising from the small towns and villages scattered within the forest surrounding the castle. Aurora smiled at the scene below her, making a mental note to take Peter to as many small villages as possible during his visit. She was sure he would find them delightful.

Her father and brother were already waiting in the East Hall when she arrived.

"My dear," King Brim's booming voice echoed through the hall, "I thought you'd never get here."

"Don't listen to him, he's just cranky, because he's hungry," Lune said, smirking at his sister.

"Of course I'm hungry. I'm an old man, who spends most of his time in meetings. I feel I have the right to eat when I am ready."

Aurora kissed her flustered father on the cheek before taking her seat on his left.

"I'm sorry, Father." She smiled her sweetest smile at him.

"My dearest daughter, how could I ever be cross with you?" Her father smiled back at her, reassuring her that he never was cross with her. "But now, I am ready to eat, Gilmer, please bring out our lunch."

Trays of assorted meats, breads, cheese, and fruit were laid in front of the royal family, and each of them began eating.

"How's your day been so forth, Father. Your advisors keeping you busy?"

"You know them; they keep coming up with ridiculous plans to try to help the economy that would completely ruin it instead."

"The usual, right?" Lune added.

"Indeed it is, and then my generals are filling my head with stories from military campaigns up north."

"What's happening up north?" Aurora asked.

"Nothing that we need to worry about, at least not now," King Brim tried to reassure his daughter.

"Sire—something's arrived for you." Gilmer appeared at the king's side, a single creamy envelope in the middle of a silver platter. "Princess Aurora, your letter is waiting in your room.

"Thank you, Gilmer," the king replied, tearing the letter open and reading it.

His eyes scanned from side to side, and when he was done, he folded the letter back up, and put it back on the platter.

"Well, I have just received some good news. Peter's coming."

"Yes, we know, Father, we received a response to Lune's wedding almost two months ago."

"No, Sunflower, you don't understand. Peter's coming early. He'll be here a week from today."

Aurora woke up the next morning, a smile full across her face, because her Peter was coming soon. She ate breakfast in her room, rereading her letter from Peter with her morning tea. The letter was like every other letter he wrote. He tells her about his week, what he's done, who he's met with, where he's gone. Then come the hellos from Lucy, Susan, and Edmund, and the occasional Mr. Tumnus or the Beavers. It's the last paragraph that always took her breath away. In the last paragraph, he tells her al the ways he loves her, all the things he misses about her.

"My dear, beautiful Aurora, I count the days until I see you again. And though the number is small, I feel as if it is a lifetime. I want to hold you in my arms, to smell your hair, and to taste your sweet breath on my lips. Your face keeps me going all week, it's with me everywhere I go; I can't wait to see you again. My memory of your face doesn't compare to the real thing. It would be like comparing a sketch with a painting. Your laughter is like the twinkling of silver wind chimes on the windiest spring day. Oh, how I want to hear your laughter again, to hear your voice, to see your smile and the twinkle in your eyes. Words cannot express the ways I love you. I don't think there's enough paper in all the lands to write of your perfections. I know you hate it when I call you perfect, you say no one is. However, your imperfections are even perfect to me. Aurora, know that I love you, no matter what; I love you, and will always love you.

With all the love my heart can hold,

Peter"

"Mistress?" Aurora's handmaiden brought her out of the moment's bliss.

"Yes, Dymphna?"

"Someone's here to see you."

"Who?"

"My dear princess."

Aurora knew the voice of Serena, her dressmaker, as soon as she heard it.

"I came as soon as I heard," she said, barging into her suite in a way only she could, flanked by her assistants.

"Heard what?" Aurora asked, completely befuddled by her unexpected visitor.

"About your visitor, your Peter's coming. What other news would I be talking about? I would have come sooner, but news travels so slowly. But now, we have work to do. Stand up, stand up." She began tugging on Aurora's arm, forcefully pulling her to her feet.

"What work?"

"Your new gowns of course, my dear."

"You finished my gowns a month ago," Aurora replied, as yards and yards of fabric were thrown over her body.

"Those gowns aren't good enough now."

"Why not?"

"Because your King Peter's coming."

"You knew that when you made my first gowns."

"But this is different," Serena said, pinning white silk around Aurora. "He's coming a week earlier… possibly to have a certain talk with your father."

"About the problems in the North?" Aurora asked, feeling a wave of anxiety wash over her. "But Father said there was nothing to worry about."

"No, no, dear, not that." Serena turned Aurora around to face her. "Something that would change your life forever. So we want him to think of you as a bride."

"A bride?"

"Yes, a bride. Don't you want to marry Peter?"

Aurora smiled at the thought of marrying Peter. She imagined waking up everyday and seeing his face. Everyday for the rest of her life would be wonderful.

"Of course."

"Then, we must give him visions of you as a bride, as his bride. That's why we must change your dress for the wedding. We're going completely white."

"White—no, I can't dare wear white. I don't want to take the attention away from Amabel," Aurora replied, eyeing the threatening white satin in Serena's hands.

"Fine, Your Highness. Can your new dress at least have an undertone of white?"

"Yes, that would be wonderful. And I have the perfect silk for my new dress."

Aurora ran to her closet, and picked up her favorite satin from Narnia. She had been saving this certain fabric for a special dress, and this seemed like the perfect opportunity. The satin was sky-blue and smooth as the finest marble.

"My dear, this is beautiful," Serena gasped, running her old, weathered hand over the fabric. "Where did you get it?"

"From a shop in the town outside Cair Paravel in Narnia. I had never seen fabric as beautiful as it was, so I bought up as much as I could."

"Well, it will make the most beautiful gown—Narnian style, I presume?"

"No." Aurora smiled at the dressmaker. "I want an Archenland dress."

Aurora spent the rest of her day in her suite, having fabric of all sorts of colors draped over her body. After being measured for her new dress, Serena insisted on making her three more new dresses. Aurora drew the line at another new presenting gown, considering the thought that Serena already had too much to do.

Aurora spent the rest of the week helping Amabel finalize the plans for her and Lune's wedding. Course after course was devoured, and the perfect selection of music was chosen for the wedding banquet. Aurora reassured Amabel every chance she got that the wedding was going to be perfect, which, in the end, seemed to calm her down—so much so that she could finally relax. Of course, Aurora could barely relax herself; she was too excited about Peter's arrival. By the end of the week, she could barely contain her excitement, and the night before he arrived, she could barely sleep.

Finally, the day had arrived. Peter—her Peter—would be arriving at Anvard in only a few hours. Aurora had breakfast in her suite; she had gotten up too early to wait or breakfast with her father and brother. She took her time getting ready, fixing her hair just the way Peter liked it, half up with the half-sun comb he had bought for her. She changed her gown three times before settling on the perfect one: a gold, less exuberant Narnian gown made out of satin, embroidered with a small leaf pattern.

She smoothed her skirt, nervously looking through the window that overlooked the main gate.

"Aurora, dear, please stop pacing and sit down, you're making me nervous," King Brim commented from behind his desk.

The whole family and Amabel had gathered in his study to await the arrival of their earliest visitor. It was early afternoon, and Peter was expected to arrive any minute. Obeying her father, Aurora sat down opposite the happy couple, who seemed more interested in each other than anything else in the world. She couldn't help but smile at them. In her heart, she hoped that one day that would be her and Peter: a happy, soon-to-be-married couple.

Moments later, the blaring roar of trumpets filled the air, announcing his arrival. Aurora flew to her feet, out the door, and down the steps before her father could even remind her that it was not proper for a young lady to rush. She slid to a halt at the large wooden doors, throwing them open without hesitation.

"Peter!" she screamed, throwing herself in the waiting arms of the king.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, only seeing his face for a moment before she felt his smooth lips on hers. Soon after, their lips broke apart, turning their kiss into a hug.

"I've missed you, Aurora."

A/N: Please review and tell me what you think!

Another A/N: I'm going to put a short list of songs on my profile page that help inspire Daughter of the Sun, the first story, along with who the song goes with.