Hello! Here's chapter Ten, where we find out what happens when our fabled lovers are separated! Please review and thank you to those who already do, it's much appreciated :D

I do not, unfortunately own the wonderful world of Narnia or any of it's characters :(

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Chapter Ten

Edmund held his hand to his cheek and stared at Peter in disbelief. Peter was panting angrily and staring at Edmund as though he wanted to rip his head off. Caspian stood in between the two and held his hands up in defence. It was a situation Edmund and Peter had never been in before and Caspian could tell. Peter had just punched Edmund square in the jaw. Very hard.

"Peter..." Caspian began, but Peter didn't look like he comprehended reason at the moment, so Caspian just acted as a barrier to stop Peter from attacking Edmund again.

"You promised she would be okay, you promised!" Peter was beside himself with anger and Edmund wished the girls hadn't left. Maybe they would have been able to calm him down.

"Believe me Peter; I would have stabbed the lot of them to get her out of there. But she wanted to stay," Edmund was rubbing his jaw, a bruise appearing on it.

"No, they took her! And you let them,"

"Peter, stop!" Edmund finally grabbed Peter by the scruff of the neck. "You know Aurelia. I couldn't have stopped her if I wanted to."

Peter pushed Edmund away from him and ran a hand through his hair, glancing at Caspian.

"You know you uncle and his honour so well?"

Caspian looked so ashamed, that Edmund opened his mouth to defend him but Caspian put his hand up, "I thought I did. I obviously don't know him at all."

"She's alone in a camp full of men who probably haven't seen their wives for days," Peter began pacing. "Why the hell would she agree to this?"

"We didn't really have a choice, Pete," Edmund didn't want to go anywhere near his brother, but he did feel for him.

"Caspian, what is he playing at?" Peter asked the Prince, who was sitting down, looking deep in thought. Caspian took a moment before answering.

"Truthfully? I'm not sure. He may be seeking information; he may think it's a disadvantage to us. It's not a secret that Aurelia is your weakness. Or he may be telling the truth and want her as a guarantee that we won't attack them," Caspian said, although he didn't sound as though he believed that last bit.

Peter leant against the wall, his shoulders drooping. He hated being parted from Aurelia and he hated not knowing she was safe. The thought of her surrounded by all those men, men who would surely want to... well it made his blood boil.

"So what do I do?" Peter now just sounded defeated.

"You fight Peter. You fight for her," Caspian stood. "You win her back for us, and you win Narnia back. That's all you can do."

Peter slumped down onto the floor his head in his hands, Edmund and Caspian simply staring at him, not knowing what to say. Never had Edmund seen Peter so hopeless. And it scared him, for if Peter couldn't put on a brave face, how would their army?

Aurelia had been staring at the roof of her tent for about two hours now. A guard sat just outside the tent, peeking in every few minutes to see that the lady was still there. Aurelia thought she would feel more fearful than she did but all she felt was boredom. The tent was stuffy and Aurelia regretted wearing such a nice dress. It was tight and uncomfortable and Aurelia would give anything to be staring at something other than the canvas above her. The tent was oddly spacious, but Aurelia was still unimpressed with being cooped up for so long. The tent flap opened, but Aurelia couldn't be bothered running her mouth off to the guard who was checking on her, so she stayed where she was.

"My Lady," a voice came from the entrance. A voice that made Aurelia's hair stand on end. She sat up slowly to see Miraz smiling wolfishly at her. Aurelia stood and brushed her dress off, curtseying mockingly as she did.

"Your Majesty. To what do I owe the pleasure of being basked in your radiant presence," Aurelia mocked, her head bowed. Miraz closed the entrance to the tent and simple stood, staring at her. Aurelia straightened up a bit, and back up, not liking the look in his eyes.

"Are you comfortable?" his voice was low, mocking her. Aurelia looked around the tent. All it held was a tiny bed. Nothing more. She scoffed.

"Oh yes. I feel luckier than a queen,"

Miraz smiled and edged closer, "You certainly carry yourself like a queen. Do you come from royalty?"

"My father was brother to the king of Archenland. My title is lady. But that was years and years ago. When Narnia was governed by an even bigger tyrant than you," Aurelia dared to look Miraz in the eye, and was immediately frightened by what she saw.

"Ahh yes, the famous white witch. I've read more than enough about her," Miraz spat. Aurelia decided to take a different tactic then trying to make him feel smaller than he was, for he was obviously too self important for that.

"How's your son?"

"My son?"

"Yes, your son. The heir to the Telmarine throne. How is the little prince?" Aurelia arranged her features so it seemed like she actually cared about the child, but she'd never been a maternal person.

"Healthy. Already the picture of the perfect king. He will do well on the throne," Miraz smiled at the thought of his son, and Aurelia saw his features soften. Aurelia nodded, but said no more. Miraz walked closer till he was right in front of her.

"You know your Narnians won't win," he murmured. Aurelia stared defiantly up at him.

"You don't know my Narnians. We tend to surprise,"

"And what will the little lady do when she has no one left?"

Aurelia paused. He had voiced the fears that she was battling with in her own mind. Aurelia cleared her throat and looked away from him. His hand came under her chin, and she had to look at him.

"I could offer you a place in my court. Marry Glozelle, he's a good man," Miraz whispered. Aurelia scowled at him, but had no words. He leant down her ear. "And in return for my kindness, I would only ask one thing."

Miraz's other hand began to trail up her leg. Aurelia shivered in disgust and pushed him roughly away from her. She stared at him, fuming.

"You have a wife and son awaiting you at home and you're propositioning me to be your mistress? Does that not feel wrong, your majesty?" she spat. Miraz laughed.

"When I kill your lover and my nephew, you may have no choice,"

This time Aurelia stepped close to Miraz so they were almost nose to nose, "If you win, I will take your sword and drive it through my heart myself, good king."

Miraz gave her one more fuming look, "Oh believe me Lady, it will not be so easy," and he turned on his heel and stalked from the tent. Aurelia clutched her heart and backed up until she hit her bed. She sat down on it, slumping over in grief, realizing for the first time the breadth of her situation. What would happen? For once, Aurelia had no idea of what the outcome of the next day would and it frightened her to death.

It was dark now; Aurelia knew that from her small glimpse of the sky, when her current guard had peeked in to check on her. Aurelia was still sitting on the bed, in the same hunched over position; she didn't quite know how long she'd been like this. She sensed a presence in the doorway of her tent and looked up through bleary eyes, expecting Miraz had come back to gloat. Glozelle stood awkwardly in the doorway. Aurelia shot out of her seat, standing awkwardly in front of him. There was something comforting in his bright blue eyes, something that spoke kindness, although Aurelia knew that his absolute loyalty lie with Miraz. He looked at her piercingly for a moment before clearing his throat.

"My Lady?" he said in his low, gruff voice.

"General?"

"I've been instructed to bring you to dinner,"

Aurelia stood and hesitantly approached the general, who didn't seem at all phased about her red rimmed eyes and pale, stricken face.

"And if I don't want to?" Aurelia held her head high, positively over the men in her life telling her what and what not to do. Glozelle however stood his ground, not about to take any of her nonsense.

"You have to eat,"

"What do you care?"

"I don't. But I have my orders,"

"Is that all you do? Follow orders?" Aurelia raised an eyebrow at Glozelle, who continued to stare at her with stony resolve.

"Yes. And so should you," Glozelle took her arm firmly in his hand and began to steer her to the door, but Aurelia put her hand on his chest, pushing him away and stopping.

"I am not eating with your so called king," Aurelia tried to pull her arm away, but Glozelle held on with a vice grip.

"No, his majesty had strict orders. You're to have your dinner with the other soldiers and me tonight," Glozelle's voice was steady, but Aurelia could see in his eyes that he did not agree with his master's orders.

"What is his game?" Aurelia mused, allowing herself to be pulled along with Glozelle. Her fight was not with Miraz's soldiers, who were just following their king. But she was apprehensive about eating with a group of men who were restless, ready for a fight and who would have been away from their wives for days. And one glance at Glozelle told Aurelia that he agreed with her.

She couldn't eat, although she made a show of pushing the food around her plate to look as though it was at least keeping her attention. Aurelia kept glancing up at the men, looking curiously at her, but she was determined not to be phased by it. Aurelia looked up at Glozelle who wouldn't meet her eyes. Aurelia cleared her throat loudly and scowled at the soldiers who were staring at her.

"See something you like?" she spat in contempt. One of the soldiers, a very young, very handsome boy who couldn't be more than sixteen smiled brightly at her, winking, but Aurelia was in no mood for any of their nonsense. She turned away from his to stare over at Miraz's tent, where the lights were warm and the conversation was jovial and hearty. Miraz was making a point. If she cooperated she would be treated like a princess, but if she disobeyed... well she would be left to the dogs. The young boy was still staring at her and this somehow just tipped her over the edge. Aurelia threw her plate angrily to the ground and stood, stalking over to him, grabbing his sword, which he had carelessly thrown on the ground and pointed it at him. He looked panicked and held his hands up in fear. Most everyone knew of the Lady's fighting skill.

"You look at me like that one more time and I will stab you in such a way that you will bleed out very slowly and painfully," she growled. The boy smirked as the sword was ripped from her hand and she turned to see another, older man in her face.

"Do you know what the penalty is when a woman raises arms against a man?" the man didn't touch Aurelia, but his eyes ran up and down her body. Aurelia made to answer him angrily but he was pushed aside roughly and Glozelle pulled her away from the men roughly. Aurelia yanked her arm away from him and turned to face him.

"General?"

"My Lady?"

"I'm tired and I wish to go to bed,"

"You haven't finished your dinner," he said in a very low voice, a warning in his words.

Aurelia stomped her foot on the ground impatiently, "I'm not hungry. I'm tired,"

Glozelle thought for a moment, before pulling Aurelia roughly to him, so they were nose to nose.

"Do you value your life, Lady? Because if I were you I wouldn't be making such a spectacle of myself. I would do as I was told,"

"And why do you want me alive?"

Glozelle sighed, his eyes softening, "While you live, your king has something to fight for. And I don't want any more bloodshed. This battle will prevent that,"

Aurelia stared at Glozelle, her face filled with confusion. This man obviously cared so much about his soldiers he was willing for his king to risk his life against a young, fit fighter. He didn't want war any more than she did. Aurelia looked over Glozelle's shoulder to see that the soldiers that had been eating with them had gathered and were watching the two, the boy she'd threatened smiling in triumph. Aurelia's temper flared, but Glozelle cleared his throat to get her attention and Aurelia looked at him, surprised at the pleading in his bright eyes.

"Your soldiers don't deserve to die any more than ours do," she admitted dejectedly.

Glozelle nodded, but still held her arm firmly, "Now sit down, and eat something. Then I'll take you to your tent and leave you to sleep," he pushed her into her seat, and handed her the dinner he hadn't eaten, in favour of her dinner which was now on the ground. Aurelia looked down at it, and realizing that she was actually very hungry, began to shovel the food eagerly into her mouth. Glozelle's mouth turned up slightly as she watched the Lady. He had to admit, she was very beautiful.