A/N I'm sooooooo sorry you guys! I have been incredibly busy with school and all that crud, so I haven't had time to write! Bad Rachel! –slaps self- Anywho, I have had time to write up until chapter 14 on my laptop, and I'm very proud about that! So as a reward, I'll give you a little sneaky peek of the next chapter! So enjoy! :D Oh and Princess of Narnia 1192? I got this chapter up as soon as I saw your review. On with the show…

Chapter Ten ~ A Tough situation

The same foggy room I had seen a few times beforehand appeared in my head.

I could make out some features now. There was a man in a white coat, somebody was on a bed and there was another man sitting with his head in his hands beside the person on the bed. The person in a white coat was talking to the other person, but it was all muffled and distorted, unlike the last time when I could hear it perfectly.

The other man was clearly disagreeing with what the white coated man was saying. The man sat down again and started sobbing. The man in the white coat checked something and then left the room. The man that was sitting down looked at the door and then started laughing. Where had I heard that laugh before? It sounded incredibly familiar…

I was transported back and woke up on the floor with a gasp. I slowly got up and went over to my bed and sat down, thinking about what had just happened. I mulled it over in my mind before Lucy and Susan came into my tent.

"Hi there Rachie!" Lucy said happily before unveiling a beautiful light pink dress.

"Aw, Luc, you're going to look absolutely gorgeous in that dress tonight!" I ran over and hugged her.

Susan smiled and brought out her dress. It was a beautiful dark blue dress.

"Su, that is one lucky centaur!" I giggled.

She gaped at me for a minute before playfully bumping me.

"Rachie, we were just wondering if you wanted any help? We could all get ready together!" her voice as excited as she looked.

"Well of course we can!" I replied, patting her head.

We all took it in turns to use the bathroom for various things, and before we knew it, we were all set for the party. We were just waiting for our dates.

Edmund was the first to arrive, closely followed by the leader of the centaurs. Peter was slightly later than the others. I was trying to put my earring in at the time, and I turned around to face him.

"Hi Pete." I said, smiling at him. I looked away again, my face screwed up in concentration.

"Here, let me help you," Susan took the earring and put it through the little hole in my ear.

"Thanks Su," I walked into the bathroom, just to check that I looked alright.

Once I was happy, I came back out and took Peter's arm. Edmund had Lucy's and Susan had Orieus' (the leader of the centaurs). We arrived at the tent flap and a faun told us to get in order. I just went wherever Peter went! Finally, the first two (who were Ed and Lu) lifted the flap and went in. I could hear claps and cheers from the Narnians, and Aslan was… introducing them?

Susan and Orieus were next. Another round of applause was issued and Aslan spoke again. I squeezed my hands together tightly, but thankfully Peter didn't notice. The faun that told us to get in order lifted the flap and gestured for us to go in. Peter and I moved forward at the same time, and like those before us, were greeted by the same applause that the others had and Aslan spoke.

"May we introduce, Dame Rachel Lustor escorted by Sir Peter Wolfsbane, future rulers of Narnia."

The lion smiled at us, and the Narnians clapped again. The soft Narnian music started playing, and Peter, myself and the other Pevensies had the first dance. It was a slow song, but it was beautiful.

"Peter," I whispered to him, "I can't dance."

He laughed lightly at this, trying not to attract any attention, and whispered back, "Neither can I! Well, Ed and I had one dance session earlier, but I could hardly do anything. You might have two left feet, but after seeing us, you'd think we didn't have any feet!"

I laughed at this while myself and Peter awkwardly swayed. But it was fun, because we talked about lots of things: war, thankfully, wasn't one of them. When the music stopped, I felt slightly disappointed. The music started to liven up, and the dancing became more energetic. I sat down with Lucy and Susan on a bale of hay, so we could talk and watch their brothers do the funniest dancing I think I've ever seen.

We talked about small things, gossiping like girls do, before they left the room. They said that they were getting some air but who could blame them? It was like a sauna in that room. I just sat on that hay bale and watched the dancing, not realizing the time. The music slowed down from the lively jig to a slow, melodic song.

Peter came over to my hay bale. "Care to dance?" he asked, holding his hand out to me.

"Why thank you Sir Peter!" I answered melodramatically, taking his hand and getting up.

I looked around me to see what we were meant to be doing. The man was to put his hands on the ladies waist, and the woman was to put both her hands around his neck. Peter laughed nervously, scratching the back of his head. I sighed.

"What the hey?" I said out loud, putting my hands around his neck.

He looked shocked at first, but then he tentatively put his hands on my waist. We both smiled and laughed nervously, before I put my head down on his chest. We swayed like we had during the first dance and it was nice. But then he started talking.

"I thought that when you first came to Narnia, you were pretty. Nothing more. But now that I've gotten to now you, I think that you're beautiful. Inside and out. That dress is perfect on you."

I sighed, knowing what he was implying.

"Look Pete, I really like you, I really do, but I can't come between you and your brother. I really like him as well! What I'm trying to say is-"

I was cut off by a Minotaur coming through the flap. Everyone gasped and the music stopped. Some of them stood forward, ready to fight, but others stayed back in shock and fear. These weren't the Narnians I knew. The lumbering beast came over to myself and Peter, and by that time we were apart and ready to stand our ground.

"I am Otmin, general of the Her Majesties' army," He bellowed, causing the Narnians to disagree immensely.

"Silence!" he shouted over the commotion, "or will I have to kill your Queens?" he sounded triumphant.

I didn't know why he sounded so cocky, but then the flap opened again, revealing Lucy and Susan, their hands bound behind their backs, guarded by two more Minotaurs. The beasts held knives to the to the two girls' throats.

"Let them go!" yelled Peter in anger.

"Don't think words will free them, High King," Otmin mocked, "maybe an exchange will take your sisters lives out of danger." He looked over to me and then it clicked.

"You're not taking her!" Edmund shouted, coming over to us, stopping in front of me. He was soon joined by Peter and it was as if they were a protective wall. I saw the other Minotaurs tighten their grip around the knife handles. I realized that it was simple: my life for my two friends.

"I'll go with you if you promise to leave them alone." I said, trying to sound brave.

Otmin made a sound like a laugh and the two Minotaurs at the door let Susan and Lucy go. They ran over to their brothers and embraced them. Aslan came over to the Pevensies.

"Aslan, we've got to do something!" cried Peter

"I'm afraid I cannot do anything. Rachel is the Guardian, and she must keep you safe. She is only doing her duty, and her duty is to protect Narnia and you. I'm sorry Peter, Edmund, Susan and Lucy." He walked away.

"Don't worry about me, I'll be fine!" I called over to them, struggling against the Minotaurs to do so. They finally took me out of the tent and I felt something really hard hitting the back of my head. My vision swam before it went black.

A/N Well there you have it. Rachel's been taken by the White Witch. Also, I am going to be doing some editing on previous chapters, so if you get an email because of it, I'm really sorry! Oh, and here's a sneaky peak:

I opened my eyes slowly, just to make sure that the minotaur or the White Witch wasn't standing there, ready to torture me. Was the Witch really going to do that? Was she really the one who took my mother away from me? Why is she going to make me into a work of art? What did it mean?

I curled up in a ball and saw a poor gryphon lying in the cell next to mine. It was awake and looking at me. I was startled, but the beast looked weak and tired. I found my voice.

"Hello." I greeted the gryphon. It looked at me

"Are you a believer in Aslan?" I asked the gold coloured bird.

It nodded.

I know it doesn't sound too great, but it will sound better when I get the rest up!

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