Disclaimer: Is my name C.S Lewis? I think not. Therefore, I do not own the Chronicles of Narnia.

Naeve (A/N: pronounced "Neeve") awoke to the pale light streaming through my window, gently caressing her face, and her lady in waiting, Sloane, shaking her vigorously. She stared, confused, into her face, and her desperate eyes were all Naeve needed to shoot out of bed.

"Milady, you must leave the palace!" She whispered hurriedly. "We are under attack by Calormen, there is a carriage waiting. Hurry!"

Naeve registered what Sloane told her and shook her head. "I must fight for my country, then." She pulled a traveling dress over herself and fastened her sword to her side.

Sloane grabbed her arm. "No, milady. Fighting is for soldiers, not a princess. Please, before you get us both killed!"

Naeve would normally have planted her feet and refused to go, as stubborn as she was, but she did not want any harm to come to Sloane. She followed quickly after her lady-in-waiting, and hastily entered the carriage, pulling Sloane along with her.

"We are surely going to Cair Paravel, are we not?" Naeve asked. Sloane nodded, and Naeve sighed. "I would have liked to keep Narnia out of this. They don't need another war, especially one that is not theirs to fight."

The sun was rising higher in the sky, and both women kept looking behind them to make sure that they were not being followed. Every time, they only saw the few soldiers of theirs that came to escort them.

Naeve was instructed to put on a formal dress in order to introduce herself to the kings and queens of Narnia, so she pulled one out of her trunk of few belongings they brought with them and put it on. She reluctantly put her sword in the trunk, and placed her tiara on her dark waves. Naeve peeked at herself in her looking glass, that used to be her mother's before she died. Her sister Tegan had inherited their mother's golden curls and striking blue eyes. Naeve took after her father and had dark hair, which made her skin appear fairer than it was already, and bright green eyes.

She didn't really mind, because she wasn't into lady-like things anyways. Though her sister was a few years younger, she acted dainty like a lady, giggles and all. Naeve was 17, and could care less about suitors and parties and tea. Instead of etiquette, she trained in mastering a sword. Rather than waste her time parading around with older, achieved men, she sat with her mentor and practiced combat and riding.

Naeve frowned when she thought of her sister. Where is she? Is she safe? Sloane had told her that she, too was whisked away by carriage. But where?

She was forced out of her worries when trumpets sounded, announcing their arrival at Cair Paravel. The carriage slowed to a stop, and Naeve hopped out of it, ignoring the hand that was offered to her. As she entered the great hall, she heard, "Announcing Princess Naeve Siobhan Reagan of Archenland." She took a deep breath, willing herself to be able to hold her own in front of the kings and queens.

As she approached them, all descended the stone steps. High King Peter stepped towards her and she curtsied. He smiled and kissed her hand. "Welcome to Cair Paravel Princess Naeve, and my deepest regards to your situation."

She smiled. "Thank you, and please call me Naeve." she replied.

"Only if you call me Peter." He stepped back and acknowledged his siblings. "This is Susan, Edmund, and Lucy." Susan smiled warmly at her and Lucy unsurprisingly pulled her into a hug. When Naeve looked at Edmund, he just nodded indifferently. For some reason, she was miffed by this gesture, and raised her eyebrows.

Peter didn't seem to notice, and gestured toward a maid. He turned back to Naeve and said, "She will show you to your room. You will be staying in Edmund's quarters, if you don't mind, and please make yourself at home." Naeve said her thanks and followed the maid, but not before looking at Edmund's face to see his reaction. His expression switched to annoyance, and she rolled her eyes.

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She entered her room, and found her small amount of belongings to be in it already. Naeve couldn't help but smile as she looked around her. The walls were dark green, and were lined with bookshelves. Armor littered one corner of the room, and a large bed dominated the opposite corner. This room was perfect for her. Curtains marked the entry to a small balcony overlooking the Eastern Ocean. The air was cooler than the air at Anvard, and upon reaching that thought, she felt a pang of sadness. I should've stayed. My duty is to my country, not hiding out in a neighboring one.

Naeve jumped when she heard a slight knock at the door. "Come in."

The same maid that brought her stood in the doorway, and timidly said, "Their majesties request your presence in the conference room to discuss plans of war." Naeve sighed. So it has come to this.

Ok, so now that I've gotten all of the intro stuff done, I can move onto the story

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