A/N: Okay sorry for that confusion that my refinements to chapters 9 and 10 might have caused you. But, here is chapter 14. As soon as I got home from my family visit, I rushed to the computer and finished the chapter (I'm depriving myself of sleep so you guys can read this, don't I love you?). I will post chapter 15 as soon as I have it written.

Chapter 14

I heard someone outside the door and my head snapped up. Was one of the Shadows coming back to torture me? Had my talk with Aslan lasted the entire day, and now I would be forced to willingly or unwillingly give them my blood? "I'm not afraid of you, whatever you are." I called out, silently cursing my voice for trembling and giving away the fact that, despite what I had just said, I was afraid. I heard the person on the other side of the door chuckle, as if he knew that, too. I heard the lock click and the door burst open.

"Peter!" I exclaimed in surprise and delight, but then a horrible thought struck me. "Wait." I told him. "What's my favorite flower?"

He looked confused. "You find roses pretty, but your favorite is the lily," he told me, proving that it was really him. "Yvonne, have they erased your memory? Two nights ago, for the Harvest Ball, I picked one of the lilies and put it in your hair."

I laughed in relief. "No, I remember all that." I assured him. "I was just afraid that you might have been a senior Shadow in disguise." He laughed along with me and then came forward. He held a knife in his hand, and with it, he began to pick the locks on the manacles that trapped me against the wall.

"When did you learn how to pick locks?" I asked. "That's not a talent I would expect a king to have."

"I taught myself how about ten seconds ago when I picked the lock on the door," he explained, which caused us both to laugh again.

When I was free, after rubbing my wrists (the manacles had cut into my skin harder than I thought!), I flung my arms around him. "Thank you." I whispered.

He returned the embrace, and we stayed like that for a moment. Soon, Peter whispered to me, "Come on. Firewind is waiting for us outside the window."

Peter led me to the window, which had a large hole smashed in it. A massive griffin was waiting for us just below the hole. He helped me get on and then he climbed on behind me. "Take us back to the outpost," he told the griffin.

Firewind flew far and fast, and by sunset, we had reached a small building that was built similarly to the army barracks that I had seen back at Cair Paravel, and I guessed this was the outpost that Peter had told Firewind to bring us to. As soon as we landed, Peter helped me to the ground and then hurried me inside so that I wouldn't be captured again.

I was silent for most of the night. I could tell that my silence was worrying Peter, but I couldn't bring myself to speak, I didn't even trust my voice; I knew that if I began to speak, I would cry.

"I'm going out to make sure those Shadows aren't nearby." Peter said, getting up. As soon as he was out of the room, I curled up and broke down. The shuddering sobs that had wracked my body when I first came to Narnia were nothing compared to the hysteria that I was experiencing now. The stings of the whip scars were as fading scratches on a knee from and unfortunate run-in with a rock compared to the permanent emotional agony that had been inflicted upon me during my imprisonment.

"Yvonne?" I barely heard Peter come up behind me, but I felt his hand on my shoulder. Apparently, my sobs had been too loud and he had come back immediately.

"Hold me." I begged. As I stood up, I turned around, and then I clung to him. He seemed a little startled by my actions at first, but in moments I felt his arms around me. One of his hands gently stroked my hair and I could feel the tangles coming out. At that moment, I thought, the only thing more comforting than the feel of Peter's arms around me would be Aslan. Eventually, my tears subsided enough for me to hear a person speaking at normal volume.

"Yvonne," Peter said. "I'm not going to make you relive what you went through in there right now. But, soon, you need to tell me exactly what happened to you so that I know how painful for them my revenge needs to be."

"It's not what they did to me." I sobbed. I pulled away slightly and looked up at him. "It's what they did to Lorelei."

"Listen, Yvonne." Peter's voice was fierce. "I can tell that you loved your sister very much. In fact, from what I can tell, the only person you love more than Lorelei is Aslan." I nodded. It was the truth. Peter continued: "I'm not going to pretend that I knew your sister. But by killing Lorelei, they hurt you very much, and I'm not going to let that pass me by unnoticed. I promise you that whatever they did to you and your family will be paid back a hundredfold when I introduce them to Rhindon."

"Promise?" I asked.

He smiled at me. "I swear this to you by the Lion's Mane." Then, leaning down, he sealed his pledge with a kiss. Never before had a man kissed me. At first, I stiffened in shock, but soon, the feelings that I had for him emerged in full force and I leaned into the kiss, accepting his promise.

When he pulled away, I felt sad, yet I was also happy that he had the same feelings towards me as I had towards him. So I began to tell him exactly what had happened to me, beginning when they had flown off with me.

A/N: You guys are probably thinking: "FINALLY! It's about time you have them kiss!" Okay, I have not yet started writing chapter 15, but it will probably be posted, if not Wednesday night, then Thursday night, I'm a pretty fast writer. Love you guys!