Author Notes: Thank you all for reading this far, I know I went a little slow on the first few chapters, so thanks for sticking with me to this chapter. Now I'm going to respond to my guest.

Guest: Thank you, so much, you don't know how much that means to me. If you have any ideas for the story please share.

Okay, onto the story.

Jade stayed home and life began normally again, Jade became well acquainted with Shasta who had turned out to be the lost prince of Archenland, Prince Cor. And Aravis was living with Cor's (as we probably should now call Shasta) family, in their palace. After a few months, though, Aslan had different plans. Jade was told to go up north and help the High King of Narnia with the Giants. Brynn, the interrupting horse, was to take her. Jade once again began a great journey, this one to change her life.

Jade reached the camp in the middle of a snow storm the wind was howling loudly, and the sentries must have been given a day off, so no one noticed her ride right in. She accidentally fell asleep on Brynn, and Brynn stood patiently for someone to find them.

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"Braylon, what have you found?" A voice asked from the King's tent.

"A horse and a young lady, asleep," Braylon answered gruffly.

"In this weather? Asleep?" The voice asked.

"Yes, Your Majesty," Braylon said.

"Why they must be frozen, bring her in, Braylon. Where are your manners?" The High King scolded. Jade was woken up and brought to the High King.

"Where are you from?" The High King asked.

"Narnia, High King." Jade answered.

"Loyalty?"

"Narnia, the East to the West, the North to the South, wholeheartedly."

"What is your name my lady?" The High King asked, and Jade felt herself blacking out.

Jade stared into her mother's eyes, they were cold and icy,

"My dearest child," the witch said with no love, "I bless you with being my revenge." Four year old Jade trembled. The witch placed her on her bed and left the room. Revenge. Revenge. Revenge.

Jade bolted upright out,

"How long have I been out?!" Her first words were.

The man writing at a desk laughed and looked at her, "Five hours my lady, your name is?"

"Your name first," she said sharply.

"Peter, High King Peter of Narnia." The man said.

Jade climbed shakily out of the bed, she curtsyed prettily, "forgive my rudeness, Your Majesty. I didn't realize who you were."

"Is it rude to ask how old you are?" The High King asked.

"No, not at all, I turned seventeen on November twelve. Two months ago." Jade answered.

"I'm nineteen. And before you comment, yes, I look old for my age. A friend of mine, Mr. Tumnus, you know him? Yes he is a wonderful faun, anyway he thinks it's because I became king at a young age."

"Fourteen? Wasn't it?" Jade asked.

"Yeah."

"I am probably the only woman here, so I'm cooking, mending, and tending to wounds, right?"

"No, I was planning on sending you back to your family. Your parents must be worried. And you can't stay here, war is no place for a woman."

"I'm here and I'm staying," Jade's green eyes flashed angrily, "besides James knows I'm gone and I don't have parents, mind you, and the kids will be fine without me for a few months. And about 'war is no place for a woman' what about your sisters? Susan and Lucy, they were in the war to claim Narnia from that terrible, no good, thieving, white witch. And Lucy was in the war to protect Anvard from Rabadash and his hundred horse a few months ago." Suddenly, Jade knew she had said to much, the High King had taken her by shoulders and asked,

"Rabadash? War against Anvard? Is Edmund and Lu okay?"

"Why, Your Majesty, I thought you knew. Edmund and Lucy are fine, Susan's is fine to. We won the war, Rabadash lost thank goodness, oh! And we found the lost Prince of Archenland, Shasta, I mean Cor." Jade rushed, realizing she had scared the king.

"Good," the High King said relieved.

"Now, Your Majesty, I must get some sleep. I will go to a tent." Jade told him.

"Have mine, I'll sleep with my men tonight." The High King yawned.

"I couldn't, Your Majesty, I can sleep in a tent on the floor." Jade pleaded.

"Even I grew up learning to respect ladies and my elders. As you are the only lady in this camp, you shall have the only private tent available. Mine. Good night," the High King said.

"But-"

"Good night." And the High King left.

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Jade woke up early and noticed the snow was already beginning to melt. She cooked a delightful breakfast for the army troops, and began thinking of ideas to defeat or make peace with the Giants. Jade decided to take a walk and slipped on her cloths (the one she mended into the Narnian men style), buckled on her leather boots, and pulled her evergreen cloak on. See did nothing with her curly blond hair, and it blew around her face in the wind. We now must remember that Jade's hair goes to her waist.

"Bothersome hair, I can't see a thing." Jade pulled out a leather cord and tied it back. Jade walked into the forest and found a beautiful frozen lake.