We set off to explore, Peter in the lead. I love him, but he's an overprotective fool. I can handle myself. Any one of us can. I imagine he's just worried that we are in an unknown place and unarmed.

Things looked slightly familiar and I had many flashbacks of dancing, balls, and dignitaries. I reached the conclusion at the same time Lucy did, we were in Cair Paravel. She placed us in front of what used to be our thrones and we figured it out. My grip on Peter's forearm tightened. How long had it been? Was everyone we knew dead?

"This wasn't an accident," Edmund stated. "Catapults. Cair Paravel was attacked." I gasped. What had happened to the beautiful Narnia we left? I glanced over to one of the walls to see that it was still intact.

"Peter!" I yelled. "The Treasure Room!" We rushed over there and pushed the stone wall aside. The magnificent room was still intact.

We lit Edmund's torch and traveled down the old stone steps. A torch was lit the old way, the way we used to light it. The room was essentially as we'd left it. There were five statues and six chests. One was as empty as it had always been. The younger three ran to theirs, opening it up and viewing their belongings. Peter hesitated, looking at the portrait of Aslan on a shield.

"How did He let this happen?" Peter whispered.

"He has His reasons, Peter. They may or may not be revealed to us. Aslan will come and help when He can. Until then, we will do as we must." He nodded and was finally ready to approach his chest. I went with him, but to my own. I lifted the lid, as I'd done many times before. Inside was a variety of dresses, along with my sword, shield, several daggers, and all of my jewelry.

"When Aslan bears his teeth, winter shall meet its death," Peter read off of Rhindon.

"When he shakes his mane," I continued. "We shall have spring again." The second part was on Raleigh, my sword. It's amazing that we didn't put all of those clues together before our courtship began.

"Everyone is gone. Everyone we knew," Lucy commented sadly. We kicked the boys out to change in peace. I chose a beautiful dark blue dress. It had sleeves that were tight until the elbow and flare out around my wrists. The corset top was gold, along with the embroidery on the skirt. I chose a dress that was more ideal for traveling; a billowing skirt would hinder movement.

Susan used gold clips that were found in my chest to pull back the front of my dark hair. It now curled loosely, hanging like a Queen's should. She added my circlet perfectly. I truly looked like a queen again. She and Lucy looked just as regal.

We exited to meet the boys. Peter emitted a gasp at my appearance, bowing just as he used to.

"You look exquisite, my queen," he said with a kiss to my right hand.

"You as well, my king," I replied. A commotion on the beach interrupted us; there was a boat in the water. A dwarf was being hoisted into the water by two humans. They were wearing identical armor. Susan aimed an arrow at one of them and shot, killing him instantly. The other escaped, dropping the dwarf into the water. Peter went after the dwarf and Edmund chased down the boat. I ran into the still-open Treasure Room and found a few blankets. I returned to find the ugly little dwarf using Peter's sword to fight Edmund.

I gave Peter the towel and the fight was over, the dwarf impressed.

"Hello, kind dwarf. I'm Queen Kassia, the Glorious." My family laughed and I had the feeling I'd missed something. I looked to Peter in confusion, which quickly turned to anger when he didn't answer. I quickly swung my sword toward his, disarming him.

"What are you doing, Kassia?"

"Don't pretend you don't know. I'm getting information, in the necessary way."

"You know I can beat you in a duel." I scoffed at his comment.

"Prove it." He picked up his sword and swung it at me without warning. I was expecting him to do just that.

I swung back, toward his abdomen, forcing him backward. His next blow, toward my left arm, was blocked.

"Is this smart?" I heard the dwarf say. "He could hurt her." I heard Edmund chuckle.

"For one, Peter would never hurt Kassia. He loves her more than anything. For another, Kassia wins every time, and not because Peter goes easy on her."

Peter managed a complicated move that I'd never quite managed. I didn't have the strength, as a woman. He disarmed me, his sword at my neck. I smirked and he looked alarmed. I suddenly kicked my leg out, knocking him to the ground. I landed on top of him; his sword a few feet away in the sand. I pulled the dagger out of my thigh sheath, pointing it at his neck.

"I win."

"You cheat." I leaned in closer, until our lips were almost touching.

"You love it," I whispered. He kissed me.

"I love you, does that count?" I stood, holding a hand to him.

"Close enough," I said as I helped him up. We looked up and didn't see anyone. We were completely alone.

"Susan?" I yelled. No one answered. Peter whistled; something I never quite managed to do. They all came out immediately to see what was going on.

"Where were you?"

"We were checking the Room for anything of use. We found these." Susan held up packs filled with blankets and traveling cloaks. That was really all there was in there that we could take.

We rowed in the boat for several hours before pulling to shore. Narnia was so still and quiet now. Nothing was as it used to be. The trees no longer moved.

Lucy was attached by a bear. Trumpkin shot it. Peter and I ran toward her, swords in hand. Lucy shielded her eyes in Peter's chest as Trumpkin cut the dead bear into hunks of meat.

We settled in for the night soon after. Peter's arms were around me for the first time in months. It has been a long time since I've slept in his arms. We awakened to the sound of a rustling. Lucy was walking toward the forest. Peter indicated silence and I quietly followed him. Lucy wandered through the woods, searching for something.

"Aslan?" She yelled. Peter ran up behind her and covered her mouth, while pulling her behind a bush. There was a minotaur and Peter went to fight it. I covered him, my sword in my hand. As he went to swing, a battle cry was yelled and I looked around.

A man, approximately my age, was swinging his sword at Peter. Peter stopped it, but the fight continued, neither really gaining any ground. Peter swung, he ducked. Rhindon was now stuck in a tree. The mysterious man had lost his sword and reached to pull Rhindon out of the tree. Peter grabbed a rock and I decided it was time for me to join the fight. I held Raleigh to his neck.

"Don't move," I growled.

"Stop!" Lucy yelled. I looked for her, hardly taking my eyes off of the mysterious man.

"Peter!" Susan yelled. "Kassia!"

"High King Peter?" the man whispered. "High Queen Kassia?" Peter grimaced. I took my sword away from his neck.

"Prince Caspian?" the man nodded. "We're here to help."

"I imagined you'd be older." I flinched. That was the wrong thing to say. Peter's so sensitive about his age, ever since we returned and he's a kid again.

"If you'd like, we can come back in a few years," Peter said, grabbing my hand and turning to walk away.

"No, No!" Caspian yelled. "It was just unexpected."

"Your majesties," A rather large mouse interrupted. "It is an honor to be in your presence. I've recently put my sword to use in securing weapons for your army."

"At least we know some of us can handle a weapon."

"Peter, stop." I whispered. "Caspian can handle a weapon just fine."

"He's not as good as you are."

"You aren't as good as I am."

"That isn't the point, Kassia Rose!"

"Really? Then what is the point, Peter William?"

"Stop it!" Lucy yelled. "I hate it when you fight!"

"Do they fight often?" I heard Caspian ask. "That doesn't really sound like a strong marriage to me." My head snapped to him with a glare.

"You are right, Peter. I hate him too," I said, just loud enough for him to hear.

"Kassia, don't get petty," Susan reprimanded.

"Susan, don't act like anyone cares what you think." Susan looked hurt and I immediately felt bad, but I stormed off anyway.

"Where am I going?" I yelled. Reepicheep, the mouse, came up behind me.

"I apologized, Your Most Royal Majesty, but Aslan's How is that way."

"Will you lead me there, Most Noble Knight?" He accepted and I soon found my way to Aslan's How. The others hurried to catch up to us and managed it when I stopped abruptly. I looked around, awestruck.

"It is all so familiar," I whispered. Peter grabbed my hand again and I let him. We entered as a group, the six of us. It wasn't until we reached the drawings that I found out where we were.

There was one of the coronation, every detail accurate. Another showed the battle against the White Witch. A third was my wedding.

"What is this place?" Lucy asked.

"You mean, you don't know?" Caspian asked.

"That would be why we asked," I said sarcastically.

"Follow me." We did as he asked and soon found ourselves at the Stone Table. Oh. That explains it.

"When was this built?"

"Shortly after your disappearance. A faun, I think his name was Tumnus, came up with the idea."

"Your Majesties! Your Highness! Soldiers have been spotted. We need a plan." A sentry interrupted us. The remainder of our troops gathered around the Stone Table with us.

"We need to-" Peter began. Caspian interrupted.

"I think we should-" They glared at each other before Caspian relinquished control to Peter.

"We need to attack them before they attack us."

"That's mad! No one has ever taken the castle!"

"There's a first for everything."

"Think about it logically, Peter!" Susan yelled. "We could hole up in here for days."

"It isn't a fortress, Susan," Edmund said.

"I'm with you, Majesty," Reepicheep stated. Peter looked to me for my opinion.

"I don't know that it's the best plan," I started.

"Why is no one agreeing with me?" Peter interrupted.

"Will you let me finish?" Peter raised his hands in surrender. "Thank you. Peter, you know I'm always with you, no matter what. To be honest, they probably aren't going to expect an attack. As long as we stick to a rational plan, we should be fine. Surprise is on our side. We should use that to our advantage."

"Thank you, Kay." Peter smiled at me, glad I'd agreed with him.

"I'm still not sure."

"Listen here, Caspian," I snarled. "Do you have fifteen years experience leading an army?" he shook his head. "Do you have one of these?" I indicated my tiara. He shook his head again. "Then shut the hell up."

"Kassia!" Susan reprimanded.

"Look, Su, I'm sorry for my comment earlier. Caspian is just so nerve-wracking."

"You only dislike him because Peter does."

"Exactly. So, what is our plan?" A faun ran to get a sheet of parchment and a quill. We mapped out the plan for one of my most important battles in Narnia.