A/N: Thank you to those who read, and those who review! I've sort of lost my muse for this story at the moment. It probably has something to do with the fact I have three other stories I want to write, and another oneshot, which is not about The Last Battle as that train has left the station (no pun intended). I will still continue to write this, but I'm afraid the chapters may decrease in quality due to my loss of inspiration. I will try to get through as you guys seem to like the story – if you don't let me know and I'll quit or put it on hiatus until I'm ready to write it again.

Disclaimer: Sort of forgot to do this last couple of chapters. So this one counts for previous chapters and future ones where I'll probably forget again – Narnia is not mine.

Chapter 10
Boring Meetings Are Not Welcome

Scurry down hall. Feverishly check all rooms. Turn. Repeat. Susan was in a bit of jam; Lucy was nowhere to be found. She had run off after food, clothes, and re-gifting. Susan did not like not knowing where Lucy was especially due to the fact there were now men in the castle. That thought made Susan even higher strung and nervous, after all she was quite aware of what happens in those situations, and she literally ran into Edmund.

Both sibling grimaced, and apologized. "You haven't seen Lucy have you, I've looked absolutely everywhere!" Susan asked desperately.

"She's out training, saw her best a few big ole fellows with her measly dagger." Edmund grinned at Susan, obviously proud of his little sister and her accomplishment of beating grown men at their own game. Susan felt like whacking herself on the head – of course! "Thank you…what's troubling you?" Susan asked her younger brother. His face had dropped for not even a second, just enough time for Susan to completely see it.

"Nothing, dear queen. Go along your business." "You're really trying to pull that are you?"

Edmund looked grumpily over at her. He trusted his siblings, but differently. Peter was politics and war, Lucy dealt with his faith, but Susan was for his feelings.

"I just feel…useless." Edmund sighed. Great, another lecture. Worst part about having to talk to Susan.

"Why do say that?"

"You saw what happened! You saw Caspian ask Peter ifhe wanted to be a part of that meeting! Peter nearly dragged him out the door trying to get there. He didn't ask me. No, he asked Peter. He asked the High King." Edmund ranted, breathing deeply.

"If I recall it was about employment here in the castle. You hate those meetings."

"Your point?"

"Perhaps Caspian was trying to do you a favour by not including you. He probably knew you didn't like those meetings, and thought it would please you not to be going." Susan smiled.

"Or he's trying to replace me!" Edmund huffed. Susan's face distorted into a confused look.

"Come again?"

"Look, Caspian and I have the same title – King. Disregarding history, and the fact I obviously outrank him, if an outsider just looked at our names on paper they'd think we were the level."

"That could very well be true, but why do you think he's trying to replace you?"

"Peter…Caspian…meeting…no Edmund." Edmund sulked. Susan nodded, and put a hand on his shoulder.

"I think you're wrong, and that you see this as a big misunderstanding later. I've got to go find Lucy though."

Lucy gripped her dagger and looked around. None of the men were now volunteering to go head to head with her. She was fighter. She sighed and put her dagger back into its place on her belt.

Lucy thought it was time for a bath as she had worked up quite a sweat. Her mind drifted to other topics as she unconsciously walked through the corridors.

Edmund. He had seemed upset about Caspian asking Peter to sit in on the meeting. Lucy wasn't really very good at politics, so she guessed it had something to do with that. The meeting sounded boring anyway, but Edmund looked as though Caspian had hit a nerve.

Susan. Susan was getting along well. After their fight, the girls silently agreed to try to reason with each other. Susan was taking Narnia in again, and though Lucy thought she saw something every once in a while, she pretended not to.

Peter. Peter appeared different to Lucy. He wasn't 'Peter the school boy who is quite smart, but fights with bullies' nor was he 'Peter the Magnificent, High King of Narnia.' He seemed to Lucy like a mix. He still had his kingliness, but there was that part of him as a young man ready to take power. He practically snatched Rhindon out of Caspian's hand, when Caspian was presenting it back to him. Lucy decided she might need to talk to her oldest brother if his bad behavior continued, Susan would merely waste breath lecturing him, but Lucy knew her bond with Peter would give her a bit of an edge.

She then realized that she had made it to her temporary room, thank the Lion that Caspian's servants were almost done with preparing her old room, and was then fussed at by Susan for all sorts of reasons that Lucy was not listening to.