A/N: Wow, over 70 reviews now?! I didn't think this story would be that popular! I'd like to take a moment to thank everyone who's reviewed and kept up with the story!

Anyway, here's a new chapter! I tried to update quicker to make up for not posting my previous chapter sooner. Enjoy!

"But when will we strike?" Joseph asked; impatiently watching the young man standing by the window. The man only turned his head enough for Joseph to make out his profile.

"I will let you know when. The time's not right yet." The mysterious comrade answered.

"And what about the girl?"

"What about her?"

"Her affections are waning! I'm not sure what to do anymore." Joseph exclaimed. The other man walked out of the light of the window and into the darkness of the rest of the room.

"Then maybe I've put my trust in the wrong person." He said simply. Joseph stood up defensively; his eyes narrowed.

"Now you listen to me-"

"No!" The man bellowed; grabbing the front of Joseph's tunic and pulling his face towards him. "You listen to me. If you cannot complete the job, then I will have no choice to but to find another man or do it myself if I have to!" He said through gritted teeth. "But hear this; if you do walk away from this, then you fail to complete the mission you were assigned to do. You will then be labeled as a traitor and if you take off in an attempt to escape, I will personally hunt you down and send you back to you homeland in shame and contempt. Do I make myself clear?"

Joseph sighed. "Crystal."

"Good. Now get out." The shadow released Joseph and Joseph made his way to the door.

"Oh, and one more thing..."

Joseph turned his head toward the voice of his master. "Yes?"

"Continue to woo the Queen, but leave the High King to me. If I hear that you've pulled another stunt like you did last week, I will immediately order your head to be brought to me on a silver platter; is that understood, Yoesf?"

Joseph cringed at hearing his birth name after not hearing it for so long, but didn't say anything. He simply nodded and left the room.

Peter slammed his fist on his desk. "I knew that man was trouble!" He said angrily as he got up from where he was sitting. Susan just sat there, watching him as paced back and forth like a caged lion that had been provoked. "I want him out of Narnia now!" He growled as he started for the door.

It was then that Susan chose to action. "No Peter!" She cried as she ran in front of him and blocked the door. "We can't act hastily. If we expose him now, Calormen will find out and they will surely wage war on us, and besides, it could just be all talk." She said, trying to keep her voice calm. Peter turned on his heel and went to the window, running his fingers through his blond hair in exasperation. "Even after telling me all this, you still defend him! Why?" He then stopped and turned around slowly. "Oh, I see..." He said, his voice dark. "So it's true, you really do have feelings for him."

Susan felt a shiver go down her back, she had never heard Peter speak this way before. "Peter, I don't know what you're talking about..." She said, her hand searching for the door handle. Peter took a step towards her. "Oh, I think you do." He said, his eyes narrowing. Susan opened her mouth to say something, but Peter cut her off. "So tell me, dear sister; have you made love to him yet?"

Susan was stunned at this remark and she felt her cheeks go on fire because of it. But she quickly gathered up her courage and cried; "Peter Pevensie! How dare you ask me such a thing?!"

"I wouldn't be surprised if you have."

"What on earth do you take me for, Peter?" She asked testily.

"Do you honestly want me to answer that, you little harlot?" Peter asked nastily, coming another step closer to Susan.

"I can't believe you! You know I would never do such a thing!" She said; her fists clenched.

"How do I know?!" He shot back. "You've changed ever since he arrived!"

"You've got a lot of room to talk!" She replied, taking two steps towards him in a feeble attempt to seem intimidating.

"What do you mean?" He asked, taking yet another step forward.

"You haven't been yourself either! You're always asking me where I am, you're constantly watching me and you're always talking Joseph down-why, Peter? Why this behavior? What does it matter to you if I do continue to court him? Why?!"

Peter was about to speak when Susan turned away from him. "Forget it." She sighed. She then turned back to him; her eyes still flaring and said in a very cold voice. "You ought to be ashamed of yourself, Peter. I can't believe you think me capable of doing such a thing."

"But Susan-"

"No, Peter! I'm tired of your excuses!" She took a deep breath before continuing in a low voice. "I shall not speak to you again this evening. But if tomorrow you can be king enough to tell me the real reason for your thoughts and your actions, then perhaps I will listen." She then opened the door and left Peter standing there; silently regretting his harsh words. Once she had closed the door behind her, Peter murmured in a hushed tone.

"Why do you think, Susan? Are you really that blind not to be able to see it?"

With tears in her eyes, Susan closed the door behind her and was about to head for her room when she noticed the light coming from Edmund's chamber. Not knowing where else to go, she wearily made her way down the hall and stopped at his doorway; leaning upon it. Edmund must've sensed someone was there, because he looked up after only a moment or two and seeing the distress on Susan's face; signaled her to come in.

"Edmund..." Was all she said as Edmund quickly put some papers into the drawer of his desk and stood up.

"I'm here, Susan." He replied and she fell into his outstreched arms, her tears finally spilling onto his shirt. Edmund gently stroked her hair while murmuring "not to worry" and that "everything was going to be alright."

After a few minutes, once she had calmed down; he tilted her chin up and asked her what was wrong. He already knew the basic answer, but he also knew Susan wanted to talk. So he closed the door before sitting Susan and himself down onto his bed.

"Peter and I had another fight." She said softly; reflecting on what happened fifteen minutes eariler.

"I see. What was it about this time?" Edmund asked. "Was it about Joseph again?" Susan nodded.

"Partially. Peter accused me of sleeping with Joseph and..." She stopped. Edmund urged her to continue.

"And...what?" Susan hung her head.

"He called me a harlot." Edmund's brow furrowed in anger.

"But I'm sure deep down he didn't mean it!" She quickly said; wondering to herself why she was still defending Peter after all he had said to her.

Edmund rubbed his chin in thought, pondering on what would be the best thing to say to her. Susan sighed.

"I don't know why he's acting like this. I'd like to believe that's he's just being over-protective, but I know there must be more than that."

Edmund nodded. "Yes, but I'm afraid there's not much I can do to help you. I can speak with Peter if you like-" Susan gave Edmund a half smile. "I really do appreciate it, Edmund. But I got myself into this mess and I should be the one to get myself out again." Edmund placed his hand upon her shoulder.

"Alright, Susan. But if anything goes wrong..." Susan nodded and embraced him. "I wil come to you if I need anything. Thank you, Edmund." She then got up and made her way to the door. "Good night." She said; turning back to him. Edmund nodded to her.

"Good night, Susan. Be sure to get plenty of rest."

"I will...it's good to know I at least have one person who I can rely on." She gave him a small smile and left; softly closing the door behind her.

"You may not want to rely on me too much." Edmund thought as he went back over to his desk and sat down.

A/N: This is probably one of my favorite chapters I've written. I hope I managed to keep them in character and I hope the chapter wasn't too short. Keep the reviews coming!