Just to clear something up these are the ages if the Pevensies when they arrived in Narnia and the ages they are in this story. Susan, Edmund, and Lucy will be in the story in later chapter!

Peter: Arrived in Narnia when he was sixteen. He is eighteen in now. It is two years since the coronation.

Susan: Arrived in Narnia when she was fourteen. She is sixteen. She is one of the most beautiful women in the world. Even at her young age many have asked for her hand in marriage.

Edmund: Arrived in Narnia when he was twelve. He is fourteen now. Despite his age his rules well next to his brother. His sense of justice is a great asset to the inhabitance of Narnia.

Lucy: Arrived in Narnia when she was ten. She is twelve. She is very brave for her age and, though she doesn't fight, she attends all the battles of Narnia as a doctor of sorts.

"His Majesty High King Peter the Magnificent." Usually the introduction was much longer but today Peter wanted it brief. He wanted to begin the discussions with the Isandrian King at once. The centaur, Oreius, stood next to the King. Peter was sitting in his regular chair in the conference room. Oreius stood in his place at Peter's left hand side, the right hand side was where Peter's brother Edmund would have been seated had he not been in Archenland.

"His Majesty King Oberon and His Highness Prince Gavin." A fat man in a green robe entered the hall followed by a young boy who couldn't have been older then fourteen. The young boy was also dressed in green, though instead of a robe he wore a rich tunic and leggings. The young boy was obviously the prince.

After they were seated and they had gone through the regular pleasantries King Oberon spoke up. "Your Majesty, High King Peter of Narnia, I am sure that you would like to inquire as to our true business in your country. We have come to reach an agreement of sorts. By the laws of my country it is customary that the oldest child of the King become the next ruler. As I was cursed with three girls before I had the good fortune of a son. It would be that the oldest girl, Grace-Elizabeth, who would become the Queen after my death. I, of course, can not let this happen. In order for my son to legally become the next Ruler of Isandria all three girls must be married to someone from a different country. The only one left is Grace-Elizabeth. I have come here to ask you to marry my daughter." The King finished speaking and looked at Peter expectantly.

Even though Peter had been expecting this because of what Grace had told him he was still shocked. The man before him had no care for anyone expect himself and possibly his son. It unnerved Peter that someone could just practically sell his own children. Grace had told him what had happened to her sisters, she had forgotten to mention that she also had a younger brother.

"This is indeed a request that I can not answer immediately. I should like to meet the Princess before I come to my decision. If it is of no problem to you I should like you to bring her here to Cair Paravel so that I may be properly introduced to her." Peter had asked Oreius what he should say to the King and this was the reply that they had agreed on.

"Of course, Your Majesty. I had thought you would want to meet her that is why I have brought her along. She is very much wanting to meet you." King Oberon gave an unpleasant sort of smile which was really more of a sneer or grimace.

"If it pleases you I should like to have tea with her this afternoon." Peter wanted to see Grace again. He wanted to know what she wanted. It was obvious that no matter what the decision ultimately was, she would have no choice.

"Where should you like her to meet you?" asked the King, this was far easier then he had anticipated. If he had his way they would be married before he left.

"On the veranda. At two o'clock." Said Peter quicker then he should have.

"She will be there. Now, If I have Your Majesty's leave, the Prince and I shall return to our rooms." The Kings and the Prince stood and bowed to each other. King Oberon and Prince Gavin left the hall quickly.

As soon as the door closed behind the two nobles Oreius spoke to Peter. "You Majesty, I do not like the look of the man. His eyes hold no honor or compassion. I fear that this may all end rather badly."

"I fear it too, Oreius. There is nothing we can do. I feel that we must help the Princess if we can. She is trapped in a fate no woman should have." Peter felt his heart pull. It was a new feeling. He wanted to help the girl he had only just met. He didn't know if he could though.

"Would you marry the Princess Grace-Elizabeth just to save her from her father?" Inquired Oreius.

Peter though a moment. "Yes, yes I would, but only with her consent. I will not marry her if she is unwilling. That would not save her, only trap her more. She should be free to make her own choices."

"You speak with wisdom beyond your eighteen years, Your Majesty." Said Oreius. "You should go and make preparations for your tea. You asked her to meet you in a little over two hours. It is now a quarter to noon."

"Thank-you. I'll see you later." Peter left the hall and went to his rooms. Really it was more of a vast apartment. It had an entrance hall with chairs and a mirror, as well as a place to store coats and the like. The room was rounded and had three doors. The door on the left opened into a lavishly furnished sitting room with a fireplace. The right hand door opened to his bedroom, which was also huge and included a fireplace. The bed was larger then any bed Peter had ever seen. It was bigger then a king-sized bed would be in England. His bedroom also had a bathroom that was also huge and made completely of marble. The center door opened into his personal library. The library had hundreds of books and manuscripts, though the castle library had even more. The chairs and tables in there made reading easy. Peter only wished he had more time to read and just relax. All of the room had large windows and a balcony attached the rooms together.

Peter went into his bedroom. He looked around. Everything was far to clean. Clear was good really, but this place was insane, an eighteen year old boy's room should NOT be so clean that sparkled. It was unnatural and more then a little unnerving. Peter changed out of his formal clothing and into something a little more practical. He then left his room and made his way to the kitchens to find someone to arrange the tea.