I nearly fell asleep on Caspian. He must have been doing everything in his power to keep the ride as soft as possible because I didn't notice I was still there until we made it back to the Howe. When I awoke the burning sensation in my arm returned two fold. I needed to get a cast of some kind on it. Caspian gently helped me off of the horse while trying to cradle my broken arm. He kept his arm around me even after we were off the horse. He turns to the old man behind us.

"Professor, this is Lady Alexandra," Caspian announces proudly.

I give him a look. "I'm not a lady," I counter, "I'm just a soldier. Don't give me titles I haven't earned."

Caspian breaks a large smile and I wonder what the hell is he thinking. I turn back to the old man to explain who I really am. the man is shorter than Caspian and I. His hair is white and wiry, but his eyes are dark and sharp. He wears glasses on his eyes that look thin and feeble, but his eyes certainly tell me different.

"It is a pleasure to meet you," says the Professor. "Any friend of Caspian's is certainly a friend of mine."

I wonder what it is Caspian has said and look over to him for answers, but all I am met with is the remains of his large smile. The Professor sees Caspian holding my injured arm and puts his wised hands on my angry arm.

"She broke her arm during the escape," Caspian explains, "Is there anything you can do for her?"

The Professor looks over my arm and pushes in small amounts. I cannot help, but suck in air every time he pushes down. He looks up at me and I give him my full attention.

"How bad is it?" I ask.

"My dear you are in a lot of pain," he comments.

"I could have told you that," I joke.

Caspian chuckles a little, but then we notice Peter staring at us. There is a roaring fire in the High King's eyes. This is what I was worried about. Peter is getting ready to make his move and it was going to dictate what happened next.

Lucy came running out of the Howe excited. The look on the faces of the men must have told another story and her face fell. She approaches us and sees my injury. She rushes to my side and opens a cordial.

"Drink this," she says.

I'm a little skeptical at first. But the earnest look in her eyes makes me open my mouth any way. If there were talking animals and beasts of legend then why not magic healing potions. It takes effect immediately and I can feel the enflamed pain in my arm dissipate.

"Thank you," I tell the young queen.

"What happened?" she asks.

"Ask him," says Peter defiantly. He glanced over at Caspian yet again. I am mildly surprised that he didn't seem to include me in this round of blame. That didn't change the fact that my anger was coming to the surface. I try to look elsewhere, but I find Windmane approaching us.

"Me?" asked Caspian. He turns away from me to face Peter and his accusations. "You could have called the whole thing off, there was still time." Windmane looks to her mate and she seems terrified. Glenstorm shakes his head and I watch the tears begin to roll down her cheeks. I take a look at the two centaurs behind him and realize in the morning light that a third one is missing. Glenstorm had three sons, but there were only two with him now. Ironhoof's little brother, Rainstone, was missing. He was the fairest of the sons, resembling his mother more. Seeing Windmane cry made my heart break. Mothers losing their children, I have no experience personally, but I could try to understand the pain.

"No there wasn't any thanks to you," Peter claims, "If you had followed the plan those soldiers might still be alive right now." My head whip around to fast I think my head makes an audible crack. Peter has crossed a line. Its one thing to pick a fight with the person you think is trying to cock block you, but it is an entire other to use the death of his own men as an excuse to fight Caspian. These men followed him into battle, loyal to the end, and he repays their sacrifice by using it in argument with the next king-to-be. I take full strides to cover the distance; with Windmane's sobs in the background it makes my act all the more reasonable.

I pull Caspian away from Peter, ending their conflict…that was when I punched the High King of Narnia in the face. Not the smartest idea I have ever had considering that it was in front of all of his men…but my goodness did I start to feel right better afterword. My hand hurts a little, but there were enough punches in training to keep it from being distracting. Peter recovers from stumbling backwards. All of the men are silent, even Caspian doesn't know what to say. It's in those few moments of silence I notice that my breathing has become harder. I am also gritting my teeth, I am too angry for words.

However, that doesn't seem to be the case for Peter.

"How dare you," he starts. "I am the High King of Narnia and you have no right."

"NEITHER DO YOU," I yell. Before I know it I have leapt at Peter and have literally dragged him to the ground. We both hit hard, but Peter is lying on his back and I am straddling his stomach. I have the upper hand. As Peter finally manages to turn and realize what is happening I bring my fist back to pound into his nose. However, as I try to deal the blow my arm is pulled back behind me. I turn around to see that Glenstorm is holding my arm back. I open my mouth to say something, but I turn my attention to Peter who is now sitting up. As I face him directly he brings the back of his gauntlet across my face. My face snaps to the side and is frozen where it stops.

My anger build like angry red ants under my skin. My face is throbbing where Peter has just slapped me. However, my insides feel cold. I can only imagine how I look. My mother says that my eyes glaze over and my cheeks turn a bright red, like I was blushing. However, Peter wasn't aware of the consequences of his actions. Only my brother and sister knew the true fury of my anger. My vision became a little blurry around the edges. I couldn't see things completely clear, just enough to make sure I was still locked on target. I hear voices like sirens in my ears.

"Peter, what are you doing?"Susan shrieked.

I can suddenly feel the pressure of Glenstorm's arm lift. I knew that he didn't want there to be fighting amongst us, but there is no way I can let this fly. Peter is about to be brought down a few notches. He has forgotten what it is like to be the child, to be scared or to care about the men you order. Sometimes emotions cannot be spared, even I knew that, but at the very least they deserved the dignity they earned in battle. I am still so numb with rage and the conflicting energies in my soul that I don't even notice when Peter slips out of my hold.

"She attacked me," accused Peter.

"So you hit her back?" asks Lucy.

"Pete, you've gone too far this time," says Edmund.

"She deserved it," Peter says to out loud to himself. "She was getting out of hand."

I grudgingly turn my head against my better judgment. I know what I am capable of, a fact that Peter sorely remained unaware. I know that once we make eye contact I would fight the entire Narnian army for a chance at Peter's head. I don't know if my eyes glaze over like mom said, but I know that they saw my intentions on my face when I finally stood up and made eye contact with Peter. The first thing I did was shed my M16 and my Gloch; the last thing I wanted was for this to end quickly or with mercy. After they are placed off to the side I return to the others and get into a ready stance.

"It's a good thing you're willing to hit a girl because I am going to make sure that this is a beating you never forget, your majesty," I say coolly as I wait.

Peter looks back to his siblings and to Glenstorm, but didn't seem to find what he was looking for. Caspian runs to my side I think he is trying to calm me down.

"Alexandra, he had no right to do that. I don't care what he says," he says standing beside me. "Please, Alexandra, he's not worth it."

"I won't replace Miraz with someone who will be no different. I will not follow a king who hides behind excuses or dead soldiers," I yell with the spite rising in my voice.

Peter looks me in the eyes and I know that he is actually listening. His head hangs a little lower and his eyes don't leave mine. However, I am still not that forgiving which I consider one of my many flaws.

"Caspian is just as responsible," says Peter rather lamely.

"But he's not lying to himself or the men. He knows he is responsible and has accepted it. That's why he hasn't fought back. Yet you…you not only blame him for everything you also think that you can get away from the failure of the raid, which was your idea, by saying that those men were lost solely because of him then you are sorely mistaken. Last time I looked that Gate was open long enough for a retreat, which you didn't deem necessary to call until half of the men were dead," my voice burns into my own head I can only imagine what it is doing to Peter. I hope it hurts his head.

Anyone who had been in the Howe had come out by now and were watching in shocked awe. All I can see is Windmane in tears in the back of my mind. I cannot let her son's honor be wasted on a bastard like Peter. I wait and watch his face crumble. Had no one told him what I was telling him? How could his siblings let him go on like this for so long? How could he let himself become so consumed in pride and envy to see the truth? My eyes lock on to Peter for a second time when he tries to return to the Howe. I decide to end this once and for all.

"That's right, run away Princess," I call unabashed.

I see Peter's head snap back around to lock onto me. His emotions are running all over his face. Anyone else might have felt bad for his and apologized, but teenager emotions don't affect me. I taught these things to my younger brother earlier in life and now it is Peter's turn. It is about time he learned some humility.

Peter puts his sword against the Howe and starts walking back this way towards me. His siblings try to stand in front of him and prevent him from reaching me. Caspian is trying to do the same to me, but I am blocking him using my arm. I see Peter finally starting to push past his siblings and I make my last move.

"Come on show your men what kind of King you really are," I taunt.

Peter breaks through his siblings and comes at me. I spin away from Caspian and close the rest of the distance between Peter and I. He takes a swing at my face, but I block. I bring my foot up around the back of his knee and bring him down. I circle him until he manages to get back to his feet. He tries to grab my arm, but I bring my foot up and pop him in jaw. he stumbles back again, but he seems genuinely shocked. I return to position and wait for his next move.

"Both of you stop it," Susan yells.

I don't plan on backing down until Peter learns something from this. He comes back at me with his arms ready for defense, but that allows me to catch him unawares for the second time. I present a snap kick into his stomach and with the armor still surrounding his body I can imagine that it bits into his skin. It also sends him backwards. I know that he is getting tired now; I am wearing him out and helping him release every emotion he has been piling up since he was taken from Narnia. He takes once last look at me considering what my game is. I can feel my own anger at the young boy begin t diminish. I couldn't help it. He reminds me so much of Sam. He is still learning his place in the world and after having been in power so long he was just confused, but that doesn't change the fact that he is still wrong.

He makes his last charge like a bull with his head down. I let him wrap his arms around my torso, but I put my hands at the hem of his breeches and the collar of his chainmail effectively throwing him over my shoulder and back to the ground. However, his weight also brings me down with him, but I'll be damned if I don't feel a little better at this point. Peter is coughing for air and I spring back to my feet. I brush myself and Peter slowly reaches a sitting position. I turn to him.

"There all kinds of Kings, Peter," I tell him. "I know that at one point you were Magnificent, but have you stopped to consider what kind of King you are." He gives me a disheartened look and stares down at the dirt. I manage a light smile. "Once a King of Narnia, always a King of Narnia," I comment.

He looks up again, but I turn away this time. I pick up my arms and walk past him, Caspian, and the other Pevensies. Then worst is when I pass my fellow soldiers. They had been waiting for their saviors to come, but rather than do anything useful we had lost men and fought. Worse than all of that I had attacked the High King of Narnia; I wonder if that was worthy of death or some shit like that. I pass Windmane who had finally managed to stop crying. I wonder what she thought of the whole thing more then that I wonder what Glenstorm or Ironhoof thought. I wish I had my confidants beside me, but they were busy serving the young King.

I disappear into the depths of the Howe, slowly making my way into the back of the caves. I think that I want to be alone; I know that it would allow for everyone else to calm down, but I badly miss the company of my comrades. I feel another bout of homesickness for the first time in a few months. I cannot stop the tears now and I curse the emotions that come with being a woman. I'd rather not cry in front of everyone after what just happened. I wish that I could see Sam or at least know what he was doing. I wish I had some news of my sister and her baby. I want to know how my mother is coping with my death. I can't stop the tears forming in my eyes. These memories of a life that had been taken away from me was making me hurt. I don't know how the strain of not knowing would allow me to go on for much longer.

I pull my legs up to my chest and let myself cry until I have no more tears left.