Thanks for the positive reviews, everyone. I'm afraid my writing skills are really rusty and I've made quite a few mistakes in my previous chapters. I cringe at the sight, really. But I do hope you won't mind too much.

Oh, and, as a little note: This is a romance story too…I've yet to decide who falls in love with who though.

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Dani couldn't believe her ears. Her fingers twitched slightly as she clasped the arms of her chair. They didn't know why she was there? How were they expecting her? She shifted in her chair slightly and took a deep breath before finding the strength to speak.

"Why were you expecting me, then?" she finally asked, a little shakily. Dani watched as Edmund looked to Peter, Lucy to Edmund, and Susan to Peter. Peter, however, looked straight at Dani herself, which made her squirm a little. His gaze was not unkind, but it was penetrating somehow.

"We…well," Edmund began, his eyes focused on the ground while his brows furrowed in thought. "I don't think we ever really have heard any such news of your arrival, have we Peter?"

"No, no we haven't, really. I mean, not literally, that is…I don't know how to explain it." Peter sighed quietly.

"Oh, how odd," Susan muttered. The three older siblings were deeply confused, but Lucy boldly stepped forward and said rather loudly: "Does it really matter how on earth we were expecting her? What matters is that she is here, of course!" She took Dani by the hands and pulled her up to stand. "Now we've got to make sure you're properly dressed…your garments are so odd." Dani suddenly felt very embarrassed in her jean shorts and sweatshirt. "We'll be the best of friends! You're so pretty! And I've never seen hair like yours!"

Edmund and Susan laughed, but Peter turned around and exited the room. It grew silent.

"What's the matter with him?" Lucy finally said.

Susan tried to hide her downtrodden expression. "Oh, he's probably not feeling well. You know Peter when he's feeling sick."

"No, Peter is just being sore, as usual. Because he's the High King and he has to—"

"Oh Edmund, don't start bickering!"

"I'm not, but don't you think that was a bit rude?"

"He's got a lot on his mind."

"We've all got a lot on our minds. I've got to travel far west to settle some stupid dispute between the dwarves and the elves again, and I've also got to—"

"Edmund!"

Edmund stopped. Susan stood with a threatening expression on her face, and her appearance suddenly seemed to grow taller with majesty. "You may be a king, but do not forget who your elders are."

"I won't and I haven't."

"Very well."

Dani waited as another long silence ensued. They were all still standing. Then, Lucy turned to face Dani again and smiled sweetly.

"Like Peter, I'm not exactly sure how to explain it…but I know that we had some sort of connection…a connection between our worlds. I mean, we felt you somehow, and that's how Tilt knew where to find you. He felt it too. It's as if all of Narnia did…It's odd, but it felt as if we were waiting for years for you to come. Almost…almost the same way everyone seemed to be waiting for Aslan!"

"Lucy! How absurd! You shouldn't compare ANYONE to Aslan!" Susan hissed.

Lucy looked down and nodded. "How stupid of me. That is a stupid comparison."

Dani snorted. Aslan? The lion that was supposedly God or something…compared to her?

"It's alright, Lucy…Aslan was my favourite character in the books." She said it before thinking. The three royal members just stared.

"Books?"

"What books?"

"Aslan is in a book?"

Dani's lips were parted in utter befuddlement. "I--I mean, Aslan sounds like a wonderful…thing."

Awkward.

"Oh yes, he is!" Lucy cried, jumping up. "Now, let's get you a dress."