Disclaimer: C.S. Lewis owns the world of Narnia and all the familar characters that everyone knows, I only own the original characters.

"I think Edmund needs to go in the lake. What do you think Peter?" a dripping, brown-haired girl called joyfully, as she dragged a resisting, young man barely older than her towards the edge of the water.

"No Lucy, please don't. I have an important meeting I have to attend once we return. I can't go in sopping wet," Edmund pleaded, panicking as he was drawn closer to the lake.

"My Just brother, you knew that we all must attend a meeting upon returning, yet you saw fit to push me in. Now here is your justice," said the youngest queen. Of course what she had not planned on was that Edmund would seize her wrists as she pushed, tumbling her once more into the water along with him. "Edmun...," she yelled in frustration before water filled her mouth.

"Come on Su, come and play," Peter exclaimed as he ran up to the eldest queen, who sat quietly beneath a tree reading her book.

"Do not even think about doing what is going on in that mischievous brain of yours brother, or I will show you how unlike my title I can be."

"We already knew that!" he chuckled, an impish grin on his face.

"Peter Pevensie!" she shrieked, standing up quickly and forgetting the danger she was in. For as soon as she stood, he grabbed her and slung her over his broad shoulder. "You put me down now."

"Alright, Su. Your decision."

Coughing and sputtering, she came to the surface, glaring daggers at the laughing young man. "Come on in with us, Peter," Edmund yelled as Lucy knocked her eldest brother's legs out from underneath him, toppling him into the cold water.

Astonishment and disbelief were written across his face as he rose, sputtering to the top, greeted by the laughter of his siblings. This ensued in a water fight of which none was the victor. Finally they climbed out and lay upon the grass and let the sun dry them.

Suddenly a flash of gold appeared, and a voice spoke, dissolving the dream and driving sleep from her, "Lucy, daughter of Eve, awake!"

With a start, Lucy jerked awake. A feeling of ill boding filled her as she looked around the room. Moonlight illuminated the mostly dark room, and with it, she could see the shapes of two people; a small thin figure and a tall man wearing a large voluminous cloak. They quietly struggled near her bed, the former preventing the latter from getting close to the Queen.

Grabbing her dagger from underneath her pillow, the Valiant shouted for her guards. Hearing the Queen's shout, the assassin leapt towards his feminine opponent, drawing a large dagger and meaning to finish her and the queen quickly.

Lucy gasped, frozen to the spot, as his knife, glinting in the moonlight, flew through the air toward her protector. A series of loud reverberations resounded through the hall and room as the guards attempted to batter the locked door down. The slim figure ducked and jammed her thin, dagger into the hooded man's shin as Lucy let her own fly.

In pain and agony, he wobbled, barely catching himself from falling. Viciously, he grabbed the queen's dagger from where it had struck him, and thrust it into the female opponent's side. Then he disappeared through the next room and was gone.

Quickly lighting a candle beside her bed and grabbing her cordial, Lucy hurried over to the small, thin girl. As the candlelight splashed across the figure's anguished face, the youngest queen gasped. It was faithful Dalia, who lay collapsed in a pool of her own blood

"Oh Dalia," the Valiant sighed sadly, removing the dagger and anxiously surveying the ugly wound.

"I'm sorry, Your Majesty. I tried," Dalia whispered, frightened tears pouring out of her eyes. Suddenly a clamor was heard as the door fell and guards burst in.

"You did fine, Dalia. Don't worry; you'll be right in no time," Lucy comforted, pouring a drop of the cordial into the maid's mouth.

"Your Majesty, are you hurt?" a dwarf guard asked, rushing to the youngest queen's side.

"I myself am fine, Bramblefist. The blood on my nightgown is my faithful maid's. She saved my life. Fidelia, alert Marius and the Night Watch, we were attacked by a large man in a dark cloak. He'll have a wound on his shin and a dagger may still be imbedded. And hurry! Margreet, send for the maids and have them prepare a bed near my own and tend to my ward. And see if they can't find someone to fix this door. The rest of you, stand guard outside, no one else is to be let in or out."