Helloooo.

New chappie! Hahah.

It always seems like I think about my fanfic when I'm bored. For example: My school had a mass (catholic school; even though I am not religious) and when our priest was jabbering away about who knows what..I started thinking about this story, and some storylines. And yes, I did get some ideas! Hahah. Of course it all turned pear shaped when the priest turned out to be congratulating someone, and he said 'let us all now show our apprecitation.' He looked at us, and everyone seemed to be off in their own little fairyland. So he was like 'clap.' And we all popped out of our bubbles. I must say it was prettyyyy funny.

So theres my little story.

On to Narnia!

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As the sun reached the point in the sky where it could spill through the windows of Cair Paravel, a chorus of groans could be heard around the silent castle. All royals had hit the drink pretty hard last night, and the party, though fantastic, was hitting them all hard. In one room, Caspian and Susan lay under the covers, wincing at the light. In another, King Peter was still dead to the world, the sun not reaching through his window yet. King Edmund and Queen Aamee were groaning under their covers, and King Gregor and Queen Lucy still asleep. As for the children, the young ones were still fast asleep, being watched over by maids. Treyton and Braithe were fast asleep in a chamber off the kitchens, surrounded by napping teenagers. Dune and Ruby were asleep in the grand library, having sneaked in there to talk. Lorian was still fast asleep, his long arms wrapped tightly around Tresca. Zaro had not returned to the catlse at all. Instead, he and Chippi had walked all around the gardens,a nd fallen asleep in a small clearing in the shadow of some trees, huddling close together. And Belle and Norious? They were still locked in the cupboard.

Back in a certain area of the castle, a middle aged maid was tapping quietly on Prince Lorians chamber door. Every morning at around this time she was sent to gather any loose clothing to be laundered, and though she was tired from the night before, her duties did not change. She continued to tap, and then decided to try the lock, for the eldest Prince had once told her that if ever he didn't answer the door, to let herself in, because when he sleapt he was dead to the world, much like his father was at his age. So the maid tapped thrice more on the heavy wooden door, to no answer. Shrugging, the woman creaked open the door, heading straight towards the Princes bathroom. When she was almost there, she glanced involuntarily towards the bed, to check he was indeed asleep. But to her surprise, there were two lumps in the massive bed. Two people..?

The old maid, being a precocious gossip, crept silently towards the bed, craning her neck to see who was in the bed. The young dark haired prince was there..with his arms wrapped tightly around..the maid gasped and pursed her lips, before bustling to the bathroom, grabbing the laundry and almost running to her friend, another maid, to share the news that the eldest prince had a beautiful young woman in his bed.

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Caspians head was pounding. He had achieved worse hangovers before in his life, but every time it was like a metal spike was being driven through his head. At the moment he was heading towards the badger Trufflehunters quarters, to get some herbs mixed for he and Susan. And maybe some chocolate to ease the pain. As he headed towards that part of the castle, his mind was split. Chocolate, or herbs first? Ah, I know..he thought. I'll get the chocolate first, and eat it on the way to Trufflehunters. He smiled tohimself and began to head for the kitchens. Two cooks were standing against benches against the wall, both kneading a huge pile of dough. Caspain, not feeling the need to alert them of his presence, headed straight for the small cupboard in which the chocolate was kept. He snuck a big piece without creaking the door, and began to tiptoe away when the cooks words pierced his head.

"In Prince Lorians bed?" one cook was inquring.

"With his arms wrapped around her." Replied the other. "Madgie saw it herself."

"Who was she?"

"Madgie didn't see, did she? Her back was to her."

"Seems like the Prince was busy." Chuckled the first cook. Caspian was astounded. What was this talk of Lorian? And a girl in his bed? No, it couldn't be him, thought Caspian. Lorian wouldn't lure a girl to his bed. Its wasn't like him. I need more details, he thought. Caspian striaghted up and cleared his throat. The cooks reeled around, shocked to see their beloved king was behind them. Caspian gave them a stern look. The cooks looked at eachother and launched into the story.

Ten minutes later, Caspian and Susan, cured of their hangovers, were striding quickly towards their eldest sons room. When they arrived, Susan gave Caspian a look that said, now..dont overreact. But Caspian was furious. He pushed the door open slowly.

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Lorian breathed in quickly, his mind filling with a sweet scent of vanilla and lavender. He opened his eyes to see Triscas neck, smooth and silky. She fidgeted, and rolled over. Lorian released his hold over her, and sat up quickly. Memories of last night filled his head, and he looked down at the girl beside him. Trisca's face was astonishing in the soft light. She had a heart shaped face, long dark hair tumbling down her shoulders in waves. There was a large purple bruise on her neck where she had been gripped last night by the attackers, and another small bruise on her cheekbone. He hoped she didn't have any impending injuries other than these. He gently shook her, just to check her response. She grimaced and grunted in her sleep. Lorian smiled, and went to change in the bathroom. When he returned, Trisca was struggling to pull herself up by her elbows. Lorian raced over and helped her sit up, placing pillows gently behind her back.

"Prince Lorian?" she whispered, a smile lighting her face. "You stayed."

He smiled back at her. "Of course I did."

She frowned and looked down, realising where she was.

"I'm terribly sorry, your majesty." She said, "I didn't mean to host your room."

"It was my pleasure." Said Lorian, blushing. She smiled at that, and then grasped her head, wincing.

"Ow." She whispered.

"Yeah, alcohol can do that to people." He laughed. She frowed.

"I didn't have more than a glass of weak wine." She frowned. "Did I hit my head..?"

Lorian thought back to the thumping he heard when he was fighting.

"Yes." He said worridly. "I'm going to get a physician straightaway. There might be something that will hurt you." She struggled up.

"No, sire. I have trespassed on your hospitality enough." She threw back the covers and stood up, brushing the crinkles from her dress. "I am fine. Thankyou." She stood and strode quickly to the door, but it opened as she reached for the handle, revealing a red faced Caspian and Susan. Lorian gasped.

"Mum! Dad! What are you.." Lorian looked quickly at Trisca, who looked terrifed. Susan was staring wide eyed at the bruises on both the teenagers.

"What happened?" she exclaimed, snappeing her husband out of his trance.

"It's a long story, mum. I'll tell you once I take Trisca to the physician." Trisca glared at him.

"Your majesty. I am fine. There is nothing wrong with me."

"All the same.." began Lorian, but Trisca shook her head and turned away, walking down the corridor quickly. Caspian and Susan edged inside Lorians room, shutting the door behind them. Once inside, it took only ten mintues for Lorian to explain everything to his parents, including how he wanted to see Trisca again. Susan smiled happily at her son.

"Finally, we see a woman in your life, my darling! You must see her again."

Lorian smiled at his mothers care. "I hope so." Capsain laughed.

"I am starving!" he cried, pulling his wife and son to the door. He pulled it open, and the parents turned to their eldest child.

"We are so proud.." Capsian began, but stopped at the look on their sons face. He was frozen, in a mix of horror and fear. He was also very white.

"Trisca!" Lorian bellowed, and pelted from the room, where at the end of the corridor a crumpled figure lay perfectly still on the cold marble, her figure motionless from falling unconscious a few minutes before. Lorian was at her side at an instant, his worried parents beside him, both terrified that their sons first romantic interest would not wake up.

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"Ed?" Queen Aamee was lost. Even after all these years in Cair Paravel, she was always discovering new places. Perhaps, though, they were the same places, but she just didn't recognise them? Her sense of direction was appalling. Ah well, she thought. That's what Edmund is for.

Aamee called out to her husband again. SHe had only recently left their chambers, in search of some herbs to cure their hangovers. Trufflehunter was always extremely popular after balls. Since leaving, she had aquired the herbs, and when travelling back to the chambers, she had gotten lost. As per usual..

Luckily though, she found her way after twenty minutes of wondering. But when she arrived at the room, she saw that Edmund was no where to be found. So, once again, she set off to find him. And once again, she was lost.

"Damn this infernal place!" she cried. Suddenly she heard a creaking and tapping. There were several maids cleaning a room just in front of her, so she entered for directions. A lonely maid was left in the room, gathering several empty bottles. Obviously the younger royals had a party of their own, thought the queen. As usual.

Aamee asked the maid for directions, which the servant smiled at and obliged, before bustling from the room with a curtsy. Aamee glanced around, giggling at the state of the room, and remembering the days when she would be a part of these small gatherings. A glint from the corner of the room caught her eye. It was a lone earring, obviously tossed from a girls ear during the night. Aamee picked it up, not noticing the glass bottle standing beside her elbow. She knocked it accidentally, and it fell to the floor with a crash, as a muffled scream was heard from the closet.

"Theres someone here." Said a fuzzy voice. Suddenly there was a tapping, and a familiar voice.

"IS there anyone there? Please let us out!" It was Belle. Aamee frowned, and pulled the door open, revealing a dishelved Princess, and the young knight that had escorted her last night. Aamee put her hands on her hips as they both straightened up.

"What exactly," she growled, "Is going on here?" Belle grimaced as Norious looked at her.

"Nothing happened, Aunt Ay. We just got locked in." Aamee surprised them both by laughing.

"Well, then. You two better go bathe and change. Breakfast is in half an hour and I expect you all to be there. And no Belle," she giggled. "I will not tell your father."

Belle laughed and danced from the room, pulling Norious along with her. Aamee pulled the door shut behind her and went in the opposite direction.

Belle looked back at her Aunt. "If that had been anyone else.." she began, smiling at Norious. He looked at the Princess.

"If I may be so bold.."he smiled, "Will you meet me later?" Belles eyes lit up, sparkling. She leaned forward and kissed his cheek softly.

"See you at breakfast." And with that as his answer, Norious turned away and began to stroll back to his quarters, amazed with the fact that he had managed to swoon the most beautiful Princess in Narnia.

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Zaro stirred. He was very cold, and he realised that there was a weight on his chest. He opened his eyes to see Chippi, her eyes wide as she leant on his chest where she had slept.

"Good morning." He whispered. She smiled.

"Morning." Chippi sighed. "Thank you for walking with me last night."

Zaro grinned. There was something about her..he suddenly yeaned to be closer to Chippi. Without warning, Zaro leant over to her, and kissed her. When he pulled away, her eyes were still closed, her breathing heavy, matching his. She opened her eyes slowly.

"I'm sorry.." he started, but she silenced him with her lips. The kiss was short and sweet, so Zaro pulled her closer, beginning to deepen it. Suddenly there was a snap of a twig, and they separated, looking for the source of the noise. There was another snap and rustle, and then a loud voice.

"There they are!" he yelled, pointing. Zaro and Chippi leapt up, Chippi pulling him away, to run. She seemed to know these people. They began to sprint in the opposite direction, but froze when they saw they were surrounded. An elderly man, perhaps around fifty, ran forward.

"You little whore!" he bellowed at Chippi. She cringed.

Zaro was horrified. "How dare you!" he roared at the man. The man just glanced at him, narrowing his eyes. He then clicked his fingers, and five of his followers launched at Zaro. He didn't even have time to defend himself, before they were upon him, punching and kicking. Zaro felt his lip break, and through a swollen eye he saw the man grab ahold of a screaming Chippi. She fought back, until he slapped her so hard that it echoed. She continued to struggle, so he continued to hit her, until her face was bloody. Zaro wrestled with his guards until they had forced him to the ground. Chippi was shrieking at the man as he continued to hit her, his hold on her elbow solid.

"-Disgusting excuse for a human being, Rofner! Get your hand off me!" she continued to struggle, and he hit her again, causing her knees to buckle. Zaro was struggling, to no avail. He was horrified. What gave this man the right to hurt her this way?

Rofner put his foot on Chippi's shouder blades, pressing her face into the dirt.

"We will take them back to the castle. See what the king has to say about his perverted son!" Rofner spat at the still struggling Zaro. The guards wrestled him from the ground, and began to half drag him back to the castle, the vile Rofner pulling Chippi along by her short hair.

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