A/N: Ahhh!! I am so sorry, guys! I have finally updated so thats a plus. But we made it to Chapter 13! Yay!! I just started senior year here and it has been very hectic. Then my computer broke. So yup. By the way, this one goes out to maddikins940 because she wanted more Ivie/Peter interaction. Hope this meets your expectations!

Disclaimer: All I own is a set of Narnia books and a raty ass computer. Not C.S. Lewis.

"No," Peter said again, teeth clenched. He as sitting at his desk in the study in his room, going over supply lists and court orders.

"Why not?" Ivie demanded, hands on her hips. It was their sixth argument in the past two days since the anouncement in the library. Peter was clutching his sword Rhindon as though to save his life, although it was not his life he feared for.

"There are other people who can teach me," Ivie pointed out. "I'll ask Edmund or one of the centaurs if you won't."

"By Jove, what do you want to learn the sword for?" asked Peter, defenses weakening. "You wouldn't learn enough in time to be a turning point."

"To protect myself," she answered simply before sitting on his desk. "You saw how horrible I was with the bow when Susan tried to teach me that. I think I should learn something."

Peter winced at the memory. It didn't seem as though one girl could do so much damage.

"Whose to say you won't be as bad with the sword? Seriously, Ivie. You know you have no luck with these sort of things."

"And whose to say that when we go to battle that I have to watch you die because of your stupid stupidity," Ivie shot back before lying on the desk on her stomach and shoving her face into a pile of parchment.

"Get up," Peter sighed, knowing he would get only mumbled responses.

"No."

"Now."

Ivie shook her head, knocking several papers to the floor.

"Fine. You win."

Ivie looked at the King, eyes hopeful. He had his hands up in mock surrender. She yelped with joy before flinging herself at him. With a laugh, they both fell to the floor, Ivie atop Peter.

"You certainly know how to compromise well," Peter remarked, pushing stray hairs from Ivie's brow. She shuddered slightly, still reminded of when the pig touched her.

"I try," she countered lightly.

"If only battles could be won in this way."

"Well, you know the saying: 'There are no rules in love and war', or something like that." Peter smiled at the weak joke before thinking about the statement. Ivie groaned.

"What?"

Ivie grimaced. "You have the face."

"What face?"

"The 'serious face' when I know we got to stop kidding around and talk like grown ups."

"It's not serious."

"Yeah, right. What were you thinking about?"

Peter smiled. "Love."

"See? Serious!" She pointed a finger at him, accusing.

"You brought it up!" he justified. They sat in silence for a few moments before Ivie spoke again.

"So what about it?"

Instead of answering, Peter lifted himself onto his elbows, bringing his face closer to Ivie's. Her breaths shallowed as he searched her face, as though looking for an answer. She giggled nervously, shifting nearer. Their lips grew closer.

BANG!

"Uh, sorry!!" Lucy stuttered, rushing out of the room. Peter sighed for his youngest sister's embarrassment before she spoke again through the door. "Peter! Did you give her the gift, yet?"

"Gift? What gift?" asked Ivie, excited. Peter groaned, lifted her off of him, and walked over to his bedside table. Opening the little drawer, he pulled out a long chain, on which was suspended a pendant. Getting up, Ivie walked to Peter, her eyes fixed on the item in his hands. It was a small circular pendant, about an inch across. On it was an elegantly carved 'I' with animals carved around that. Ivie turned it over to examine the back. Etched in tiny letters, it read:

I am glad Aslan brought you to me.

Love Peter

Ivie's eyes swarmmed with tears of happiness as she read it. It was an extravagant necklace, and she would be proud to bear it. Peter wordlessly lifted the chain over her head, a smile on his face. And with a moment of irrationality and happiness, Ivie pressed her lips against Peter's. When it ended, Peter's smile graced his face again, knowing she did the right thing. She took the pendant in her hands.

"When did you get it?" she asked, trying to think back to when Peter wasn't around.

"Back when you and my sisters went to the village," Peter explained. "I thought you would like it. That's how Ed showed up so quickly. Did you think we were following you?"

"Yes," Ivie stated after a moment's consideration. Peter laughed, before growing serious.

"Is there really no way to talk you out of sword lessons?"

"No!!"

A/N: They kissed, yupyup. I've been thinking about Ivie and I want to know something: Why do you like her? Give me specifics and I will give you another chapter with crazy magicians and... other things. :O