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Year Two

February

"How much longer until we reach Archenland?" Edmund asked for the umpteenth time in the last few hours.

"If you ask that question one more time Edmund, I will personally see to it that you are thrown overboard," I said calmly, not looking up from the book I was reading. There were a few chuckles from his siblings, but he certainly didn't ask again.

It took another four hours for us to dock in Archenland, where we were received warmly by King Lune, his wife Queen Evelyn and their infant son Corrin. The King was a portly man with a dark beard and moustache, but with kind brown eyes and a hearty smile and laugh. Queen Evelyn was quite a beautiful lady with long black hair and dark eyes that seemed to smile at you even when her expressions were most serious. It was hardly a surprise that we took an immediate liking to both of the monarchs; they were gracious hosts and nothing was ever too much trouble to make us feel welcome. They were also good and kind people, loved dearly by their subjects.

Our trip to Archenland was short but very productive. It was agreed that although it was a formality for Lucy to have accompanied us, it was not necessary for her to be present during the negotiations and even Edmund was excused at some times, although he preferred to stay, saying such matters were actually of interest to him. I wished I could say the same. While the importance of my participation in these meetings was not lost on me, it did not mean I enjoyed them and I had to stifle several yawns at one point. But eventually, we managed to sign a treaty that suited both parties.

One advantage of the trip for me, though, was that I gained a friend in Queen Evelyn, who I had promised to write to on a frequent basis. I had enjoyed spending time with Evelyn, and I genuinely looked forward to maintaining a regular correspondence with her. Peter had also promised to do the same with King Lune, who had also offered himself as a mentor and advisor to us, for which we were all grateful.

xXx

May

"It is your eighteenth birthday in less than four weeks Peter, we must start planning if you are to have a party," I reminded him one afternoon as we sat at our desks in the library.

"I was thinking about that actually," he admitted. "I thought that since our birthdays are so close together, we could wait until June and have one party for the both of us."

I thought this over, and realised it was a good idea. It would save the time, effort and resources required to organise two separate birthday parties. We had discovered that in Narnia, your eighteenth birthday was actually quite a significant event, much like it was back home.

With a jolt, I realised I had not thought about home in quite some time. How strange, that I had almost forgotten the things I had once held so dear. I realised that since becoming Queen, I had neglected to practise any of my gymnastics, and I very much doubted I would ever be able to do it again. I had also forgotten about my friends, Emma and Josh, two of the most important people in my life. I couldn't stop the tears forming in my eyes when I realised just how much I missed them.

"Anna, what's wrong?" Peter asked worriedly at seeing my tears, despite my attempts to hold them back. I just shook my head and kept my eyes firmly locked on the paperwork in front of me, which had become blurred and disfigured.

"Come here," Peter said gently as he knelt next to me and took me in his arms. I couldn't hold them back any more, and I cried openly. Peter led me to one of the sofas in the room and wrapped his arms around me as I buried my face in his shoulder, trying unsuccessfully to stop my ridiculous crying.

When I had eventually calmed down I wiped the few remaining tears away. "Sorry, I don't know why I'm being so emotional," I apologised.

"I doubt it was over the idea of having a shared birthday party?" Peter asked.

I shook my head and laughed a little. "I'm not that much of a brat."

Peter smile., "No, you're not," he agreed. "So what were you so upset about?"

I sighed, "I'd forgotten about home...my friends...my old life. I just realised how much I truly missed it all."

Peter didn't say anything, but his hold on me tightened a little.

"I'm sorry, I'm being ridiculous," I began but Peter shook his head.

"No, I understand. To be honest, I had forgotten about home too," he said, almost resentfully.

"You know, you never did tell me much about your family," he pointed out after a short silence.

"There's not much to tell," I said with a shrug. "My father left us when I was four. I never heard from him again. My mother and I were not particularly close and we didn't exactly get along very well. I considered my friends as more like my family."

"Ah yes, the ones you told me about that night in the Badger's Den," he said with a smile. "Emma and...Joshua?"

I nodded, nostalgia and a tinge of sadness building up in my chest. "That's them."

Peter paused, seeming to contemplate something and wondering if he should speak. "The boy, Joshua...did you ever...have...ummm..." he trailed off uncertainly, growing slightly red. I raised an eyebrow at him. "Never mind." he sighed. "Forget I said anything."

"No, tell me what you were thinking," I insisted. Peter looked like he wanted to do anything but that now.

"Did you ever...have feelings for him?" he eventually mumbled, and for a moment I wasn't sure if I'd heard him correctly. When I realised I had, I dissolved into laughter, much to Peter's chagrin.

"Oh Pete, I didn't think you'd be the jealous type," I said with a giggle.

He frowned. "I'm not, I just wanted to know."

"Put it this way; it would have been the same as you liking Susan or Lucy the way you care for me," I offered, and by the look on Peter's face he had his answer.

"What about you then, any girls back home who took your fancy?" I asked innocently.

Peter looked pensive for a few moments, before replying, "There was one girl, yes," he admitted. I stopped and looked up at him, trying to cover my surprise.

"Her name was Margaret. A lot of the boys chased after her, and I was one of them. Nothing ever happened though. She never was one to have a steady boyfriend," he explained. "But to be honest, I'd forgotten about her," he said with a shrug.

"I've found something much better."

xXx

June

"Presenting their royal highnesses High King Peter and Queen Anna," Oreius announced to the assembled guests in the ball room.

We descended the staircase together, Peter dressed in a golden tunic and I in a ruby red dress. There were many cheers and we were quickly greeted by Susan, Lucy and Edmund. The night consisted of much eating, drinking, dancing and laughing. It was agreed by many that it was one of the best parties they had attended since our Christmas ball.

As the night drew to a close, Peter had beckoned me into one of the rose gardens and I had quickly made my excuses to the ladies I had been conversing with.

"What are we doing?" I asked as he pulled me out into the warm night air.

"I thought we could go for a little moonlight stroll," he said airily.

"Why Peter, you're a romantic," I teased as we looped our arms together.

"I wouldn't have it any other way," he said with a grin.

We continued walking for a short while before we reached the middle of the garden, and I gasped at what I saw. Dozens of lanterns had been lit and placed all around the garden and colourful banners and streamers adorned the trees.

I turned to him, utterly shocked. "I thought we agreed no presents?" I asked faintly.

Peter chuckled. "Technically, I didn't get you anything, these were all just left over decorations."

"How did you do it?"

He smiled. "I had a little help, mainly from my siblings, even including Edmund."

"Now, would you care to dance my lady?" he asked, bowing deeply and taking my hand in his.

"Certainly, sir." I returned with a curtsey, a smile beginning to form on my lips.

We danced in small slow circles in the middle of the garden, following our own music. For the whole time, nothing was said, we simply moved with each other. I had been some what surprised to find Peter was actually a very good dancer, and I had been told I wasn't too bad myself. It was something I found I had come to enjoy, but I always preferred dancing with Peter over any foreign Lord.

xXx

October

I picked up my book from the table in my sitting room and easily settled down into my favourite sofa, nestling back against the plump cushions and losing myself in the fantasy world on the pages before me. Unfortunately for me, I had become a little too engrossed in my story and failed to notice the door opening or someone approaching me from behind. Said person placed their hand on my shoulder and I shrieked in surprise, my book dropping to the floor with a resounding thud. I turned around and grabbed a pillow to throw at whoever had surprised me.

"Peter! I should run you through with your own sword!" I exclaimed as he began to laugh at me, easily dodging my attack.

"I'm sorry, but I couldn't resist," he said with a boyish grin as he handed my book back to me.

"Really, there are better ways to get rid of someone without scaring them to death," I teased.

Peter rolled his eyes as he sat next to me. "Don't you think you're being a tad dramatic?"

"Me? Never!" I answered, feigning innocence. "But I do have complete control over you," I added, smiling sweetly up at Peter who raised an eyebrow.

"Is that so?" he asked, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes.

Before I could respond my lips had been captured by his in a heated kiss, one hand gently tangled in my hair and the other around my waist.

"Peter...I...ah..." I managed to stutter in between kisses.

He pulled back slightly, looking very happy with himself and a satisfied smirk on his face.

Gotcha.

In one swift movement I pushed him back and placed a fiery kiss on his lips.

"Ahh...uhh..." Peter gasped when we eventually broke apart, and I had to work very hard to keep a straight face.

"You're not the only one with good battle tactics."

Oh dear, it seems poor Peter hasn't quite got the hang of this yet! Feel free to leave a review :)