A/N: This is the shortest yet. But I guess because it is a filler. The story would be much shorter without these. But anywayz, thanks to all my loverly reviews for chapter eight. I felt no love for the last chappie.
Disclaimer: Pssh. Yea, it's fanfiction. Otherwise, bite me.
Edmund was staring at Ivie from the bed with Lucy standing next to him, giggling. Ivie struggled to lift her head, which felt heavy from the wine the night before.
"Do I want to know what happened last night?" Edmund finally asked, throwing Lucy into more giggles. Peter let out a snore and clutched Ivie tighter. Her eyes widened, and Ive tried to remove herself from Peter's grip without waking him. It didn't work and Peter started, his arms even tighter than before. He looked surprised when he found Ivie in his arms but let her go when he saw his hysterical siblings.
"Ivie, a Dom is looking for you down by the stables," Lucy said, bringing a curse to Ivie's mouth as she ran to her room and leaving Edmund to explain to Peter what was going on. She quickly stuffed herself in a purple gown, Lucy leading her to the stables. There, Dom was waiting for her, two horses sadled for the ride they were about to take.
"Hello, my lady," Dom greeted, ignoring Ivie's tardiness. "We are ready to leave when you are." Ivie smiled slightly and mounted her horse, a bay this time. They rode out together, talking of their lives. Dom talked about his sick father and his pursuing a wife. Ivie talked of her life at Cair Paravel, and how much fun she had there. She didn't tell him she wasn't from Narnia. After a few hours of riding and talking, Ivie decided they should turn back. Dom was beginning to get obsessive and it was starting to creep her out. Halfway there, they met a surprise.
"Hello!" Peter called, riding towards them with a young woman. As they came closer, Ivie ignored the other girl. She was glaring at Peter dispite the butterflies in her stomach. "I didn't know the two of you would be riding. We were just heading back to Cair Paravel. Care to join us?"
"Why not?" Dom asked, smiling at Ivie.
"Sure," she answered through clutched teeth. "Peter can I talk to you?" With an innocent look on his face, he rode back to join her.
"How did you know I was going to be here?" Ivie hissed at him. "Who told you?"
"Your darling Demetri told me," Peter whispered back. "You know you need to be looked after. You don't know him!"
"I can look after myself," she answered. "Who are you with anyway?"
"A girl named Sarah." Peter shrugged before grinning wickedly. "Why? You jealous?"
Ivie was going to lie but thought better of it. "Yes." She left him alone, gaping at her. She rode ahead of the rest, reaching the castle and went inside. Ivie headed to Lucy's room with only vague idea of how to get there. After asking five servants and two fauns for help, she finally got there. After recieving a loud "come IN!", Ivie walked into the room. Lucy was lying on the bed, covered with pillows.
"Ivie!" Lucy screamed, getting up and jumping on her. "I've missed you! I haven't see you in forever!"
Ivie let out a startled laugh. "I saw you this morning, Lu. But I'm on a secret mission. Can you tell me anything I can black-mail your oldest brother with?"
Lucy's eyes widened. "You LIKE him!! I knew it!!" Ivie clamped her hand over the girl's mouth, knowing Susan was down the hall, getting ready for the courters.
"Do you plan on helping me or should I go see Edmund about this?" Ivie threatened.
"I don't think you should black-mail him," Lucy told her. "Nor should you make him jealous. You infuriated him last night so much. It wasn't pleasant."
"I can imagine," Ivie muttered, thinking back to the argument she had seen between the two Kings. "So what must I do, all-knowing Lucy?" Lucy smirked and they sat on the bed, plotting until it was dinner time.
A/N: Twa!! I scoff at all who don't review. You do not want to be scoffed at by the author. I SCOFF YOU ALL!! Sorry, but this chapter is okay, I guess. I am hormonal. I desire reviews instead of Oreo cokkies and Chocolate Chip Mint ice-cream. Also, I finished Breaking Dawn. Care to converse with me?
