Author: Hey!. Here's another chapter, this one has some more incest in it!. Hope you like. I do not own any of these characters, I just own the plotline, though I wish I owned William!. Anyways, hope you like!. Thanks, you guys are awsome. Enjoy and Review!.

Peter had needed some air, and decided to go out onto his bedroom balcony, which so happens to overlook the garden. With a sigh, Peter rested his arms across the balcony, lowering his head to rest upon them, and staring sadly up at the starry sky above.

Only then, did he notice Susan's figure come out into the chilled night, pacing sadly through the gardens, and settling herself upon the swing that hung in the gardens. He watched her closely, and noticed how she draped the blanket carefully across her knees, and pulled the shawl closer about her shoulders before settling into her book.

Peter instantly felt the familiars about just watching her. His face turned hot, and he instantly knew he was beginning to blush. He could also feel his heart beating wildly through his chest, as watched a bit of moonlight illuminate her raven hair, making it shine so beautifully. Unknown to him, a sudden seductive smirk came to his lips, but as he realized this, he gave a bit of a frustrated groan and shook his head wildly.

He refused to think about his sister like that, even if he couldn't help but feel romantically for his sister. She was just so beautiful, and sweet, and smart and funny, but Peter found himself shaking the thoughts away once more. How could he do this?. In his frustration, Peter rested his head in his arms, hoping that closing his eyes, and thinking of something else might help him take his mind off of her.

He didn't realize how wrong he was, for instantly images of Susan came to him in a flurry, and suddenly, he found himself falling into a deep sleep, he barely even felt the wind that brushed past him, lulling him to sleep. Susan, hearing, Peter's frustrated cries, looked up to him, and saw he was troubled. She gave a sigh, they were all troubled, and confused. All because of Aslan.

She watched as he tried to battle his inner turmoil and decided to leave him be for now, it wasn't very polite to stare anyways, so she continued her reading. That is until she heard no more cries, and slowly looked up from her book, towards the balcony where she found Peter had fallen asleep there. She gave a little giggle. Peter always seemed tough, but he was a big softly in the end.

Peter was always the one to comfort people when they cried or angry. He always used to say he hated it more than anything, and he comforted her when she'd tripped and twisted her ankle. But that was a very long time ago. Yet, she couldn't help but admire his love for his siblings, she found it so unnaturally sweet, like he was more a father than a older brother to them.

A forgotten memory came to her than, she was about five years of age, when she fallen and scraped her knee, one of the many times. Peter had come over, and tried his best to try and help her with the wound, but she angrily refused. Susan now found herself regretting that moment, for he was only trying to help. But he did his best to console her,

pleading and asking her to stop her crying, for he said he hated it so.

Suddenly, he leaned over and gently kissed her on the cheek to make her stop crying.

Susan remembered being so surprised by this action that suddenly stopped her sobbing to stare into his gentle eyes, a smile mirroring his crossed her lips, as he then began to work on the wound at her knee. She found it wasn't so bad, and with her knee bandaged up, Peter had carried her back to the house for mother's inspection.

Susan smiled, for that moment was when their bond they shared had gotten stronger, and she knew he'd always be there for her, and he most defiantly had. Even when Edmund and Lucy were born, he always had a time for her. As she was suddenly thrust from her thoughts by a nearby owl, Susan found her face hot, as she realized her thoughts.

Susan gave her own frustrated sigh, and shaking the thoughts from her head she tried to return to where she had left on in her reading. However, the feelings from before could not be ignored, and they kept her from tracking her reading. Her heart still pounded at her chest and with a sigh, she closed the book shut, deciding that she was finished reading for tonight.

Susan found herself give a yawn, and she curiously turned her gaze to the sky, surprised that the moon had now reached it peak. Removing the blanket from her legs, and folding it up, tucked under one arm as well as her book, Susan decided to make her way back to the castle. Before she entered however, she took one last glance at Peter's balcony, a smile crept to her lips and her blush deepened as she noticed he was still sound asleep.

She had to admit, throughout the years, Peter had defiantly grown in many ways, and since proving himself in the battle against the White Witch, she found he had only gotten stronger and braver than before. Of course, Narnia had its part in changing them from the normal English family of Finchley, to the great monarchs of Narnia, and through the only months stay in Narnia, the children had grown up beautifully.

She not only noticed Edmund and Lucy become a gorgeous young man and lady, but Peter becoming a handsome young king, and Susan began to blush at such things as that. She couldn't help but notice his broad shoulders and chest, and how manly he'd become starting their rein, in all his courage and grace. Susan found herself shaking her head angrily to get rid of the thoughts she'd been developing for her brother.

She kept telling herself that it was improper and wrong, that such things were not aloud in Narnia, not to mention the degrading looks she'd receive from not only her family, but Aslan and the rest of Narnia. Besides, he does not feel the same, she had told herself. Yet, she couldn't help but gaze at his sleeping form, and smile as a slight breeze lightly ruffled his hair from his forehead. With a the blush still darkening across her face, Susan gave an uneasy cough and hurriedly made her way into the castle.

Not long after she'd gone, Peter was startled from his sleep. With a yawn and a stretch, he figured he might as well be heading off to bed. However, he took a quick glance to the sky, and noticed the moon was beyond its highest peak, but his eyes fell once more to the garden, specifically to the place where Susan was last seen. Peter felt his heart fall as he realized she was no longer there, and somewhat sadly, Peter slowly made his way into his bedroom, closing over the doors to the balcony, and getting ready for bed.

Not to far away, Aslan had watched the two, a smile came to his face as he witnessed the affection between them. He just hoped they would soon realize their feelings and confess to each other. Aslan gave a chuckle, for that will not happen for a while yet, the two were still growing used to the feelings, but also rejected them, soon they will realize it the truth.

However, Aslan had his own problems right now, he wished to help the young monarchs for they still had so much to learn about the world of Narnia, but trouble was brewing in the Western Woods. Normally, Aslan would have consulted Edmund, for that is his part of Narnia, but he didn't wish to frighten him, or any of them, without being sure of it himself.

Aslan felt something big was about to happen, something that he wasn't completely sure of it himself, or that the Pevensies were ready for such a thing. He only didn't tell them for their own protection, but that just seemed to dampen the mood. He knew they'd be questioning him non stop if they were not told what was going on.

However, Aslan needed to be sure, so that he wouldn't be worrying the Pevensies over nothing. A thought suddenly came to the great lion, it may be risky, but if he thought it through well enough, it just might work. He knew the Pevensies would do anything for the good of Narnia, and by now they might even do anything to get the great lion to tell them anything now!. He just hoped that his plan would work, he hoped that the boys would accept it, but he agreed to himself that he would run it by them in the morning.

Aslan found himself yawning, and found that all the lights were turned down throughout Cair Paravel, and he quietly made his way over to the castle, into his usual sleeping area of the floor of the throne room and instantly fell into a fitful sleep. Tomorrow would be a long day, a very long day indeed.