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Without further ado, here's Chapter 11!


Chapter 11

I wake up and stretch. I look about and smile as I lay in our very large and rumpled bed. Looking over, I see Oreius' sleeping form, his face calm as he sleeps.

I decide to surprise him with breakfast, so I slowly get up so that I won't wake him.

I move into the kitchen and grab a few things for us to eat. When I say a few, I mean a lot. We centaurs eat a lot.

As I am cooking our breakfast of eggs, sausage pies, fruit, and sweet rolls, I hear Oreius wander in. He stands next to me and wraps an arm around my waist.

"Smells fantastic, my love," he whispers as he kisses my neck.

"Now now, Oreius! We need to eat first so we have the energy."

"I think I can find it without food."

"But I worked so hard on it."

"Oh, I suppose I can wait," he sighs and kisses my nose.

He sets himself down at our table and I place a large plate full of food in front of him and I give him a large bowl of orange juice.

"Goodness, my light! You really outdid yourself."

"Don't expect this every morning. This is a special occasion," I say and wink as I sat down with my own food.

As I eat, he keeps looking at me. I get to a point to where I wonder why he's doing it. Is there something on my face?

"What, Oreius?"

"You should be nude more often."

I give him a weird look, "What are you talking about? I have a robe on!"

"I mean, you should be nude more often. As in, don't wear that silly robe."

I gape at him, "Oreius, you do realize I have to be out in public, right? I work for the Kings and Queens. I can't be nude around them like I can other centaurs!"

"So? Be nude at home."

I grin and shake my head in amusement, "I'll think about it."

"Good. Now hurry up, I'm done eating and I don't like to wait."


Our honeymoon didn't last long, no longer than 4 days. We both had duties to fulfill. When we arrived at our little home near the castle, Oreius was called to counsel with the High King Peter. Oh well, it was nice to relax for a few days. Now it's off to make ends meet.

"Zylli!" an overexcited Queen Lucy yelled as I entered the Throne Room. She ran toward me with her arms open wide.

"Good morning Queen Lucy!" I grin as I hug her. Queen Susan walks toward me, calmer than her sister.

"Hello, Zylli!"

"Good morning Queen Susan," I smile, "I don't suppose you two missed me?"

"Miss you?" King Edmund saunters up, "They almost didn't last the four days you were gone."

"Oh, quiet Ed!" Queen Lucy hisses as she swats at him.

"He's right though," Queen Susan admitted, "We were going mad."

"Well no need to fear that! You have my full attention all day!"


"You were right Miya."

"I was?"

"Yes. It was the most sensual experience of my life."

"Oh, that. Told you so!"

"Honestly, Miya, must you always be like that?"

"Like what, Adel?"

"Like you know everything."
"Oh, come off it. You're just angry that your husband isn't willing to run to the other end of Narnia to get you the food you crave."

I giggle at the two. Adel was prone to being cranky. But that is understandable. She has been pregnant for six months now.

"I can't help it that bananas only grow so far away."

Miya rolls her eyes and sips on her tea.

"So, Miya, have you seen Oren lately?" I ask.

"Well, we…maybe."

"Oh, there isn't a chance you're interested in him, is there?" I wiggle my eyebrows.

"Shut up! Not all of us fall in love quickly."

"Who said you had to be in love?"

She once again rolls her eyes.

"I can't believe you've been married for almost two weeks!" Adel giggles.

"I know! We have had so much fun so far."

Miya lets out an unladylike noise, "You're newlyweds. Of course it's fun! Never stays that way."

"How do you know?" Adel asks grumpily, "Dagan and I have had a fantastic time!"

"Because you two keep having--"

"Come on you two. Did you two argue like this while I was gone?"

"No. It's only mood swings, Zy. And Miya is just as frustrated as I am."

"Hmm. Well, I'm not ready to go through that anytime soon."

Miya nodded in agreement.


Oh, Aslan. I feel awful. I've thrown up twice already today. I had to send Oreius to Cair Paravel to tell their Majesties that I was too sick to tend to the Queens. He didn't want to go. He wanted to stay and try to make me feel as comfortable as possible. If I could get up from sink that I was currently being sick in, I would have shoved him out the door.

By the Mane," I groan as I rub my face. "Why do I feel so terrible?"

The sink didn't answer.


"I don't understand, Adel. I have been sick every morning for a week. Then the rest of the day, I still feel terrible."

"Are you sick?" Miya asks.

"I think so. I may just have something that is going around."

"Nothing is going around, Zy."

"Well, could it be food poisoning?"

"It's been too long for that."

"Do you feel better after you eat?" Adel asks, with a look I can't really understand.

"Yes, strangely."

"Hmm." Adel's look almost has an air of certainty.

"What?"

"Nothing, but I suggest going to see the Healer."


Oreius made me go see the Healer. Damn Dagan talking to him. I hate men who listen to their wives and tells their friends to do something. I hate the Healer. They only give you medication and send you home. But, he's forcing me to go, so I have no choice. Thank the Lion that I was capable of moving without being sick at the time of day I went.

"Good afternoon, Zylli."

"Hello." I mumble.

"How are we feeling today?"

I hate how doctors and nurses say 'we'. What's this 'we' dirt? Do they have a mouse in their pocket?

"Fine."

"Oh, come now. Oreius tells me you have been sick every morning and sometimes at night."

"Because I have been."

He rolls his eyes and shakes his head.

"I have never met a creature as stubborn as you."

"Look, Doctor, just tell me what's wrong so you can give me some medicine so I can go home."

"What makes you think something is wrong?"

"Well, I learn something new everyday. Throwing up is good now."

"In this context, yes."

"What do you mean, 'context?'"

"Zylli, I have wonderful news for you."


I wander home in shock. I never thought that this was a possibility. Oreius leaps at me when I walk in the door.

"What was it? What's the diagnosis? Are you alright? What did he give you?"

"Oreius, I need you to do me a favor."

"Anything my light! Whatever you need!"

"Sit down and shut up. I have something important to say."

He sits down with a worried look on his face, like I'm going to say I'm dying.

"Oreius, I have wonderful news."

His face screws into a weird look.

"Oreius," I inhale, "I'm pregnant."