A/N: This and the previous chapter are really part of the same one, but I didn't finish it when I posted the last chapter and didn't want to make you guys. Which is why both parts are pretty short. This is for those of you who like Kiara :)

Chapter Twelve- Complications Arise (Part Two)

Far away from Narnia and all its problems, a boat was landing in the port of Lehos, the capital of the small island country of Galma. The citizens of the city always enjoyed a ship's return, and today had been a slow day, with only a few fishing boats coming and going, so the mediocre sized boat created quite a commotion; the port was flooded with people chattering excitedly about who could be aboard the ship. When a young girl stepped down onto the dock, the townspeople recognized her immediately, for Galma was known for having small cities full of inhabitants who like to gossip, and even in the capital, everyone knew each other. "Look, it's Kiara," an old woman said. "My, she is so beautiful today. The Narnian air must have done her good."

"But look at her eyes," a second woman responded. "They are full of sadness… I wonder what happened to her."

The woman was pushed out of the way by a teenage girl running up to Kiara. "Kiara! You're back!" She yelled.

Kiara smiled, but the sorrow was still apparent in her eyes. "Felicia, it's good to see you! I missed you so much!" The two girls hugged, and Felicia stepped back to look her friend up and down.

"You're thinner than usual. You have dark circles under your eyes. And you are slouching. I know these symptoms anywhere. Something happened." She dragged the girl away to the park across the street and sat her down on a bench. "Tell me everything."

Kiara sighed. "I met a boy…"

Felicia smiled. "Ah, you had a little romance in Narnia and now you're sad it's over?" Don't worry, there will be other guys."

Kiara was annoyed. Sure, Felicia often had what she called a 'little romance,' but she couldn't just assume that Kiara's relationship with Peter had been the same thing. "It wasn't a 'little romance.' I fell in love with him, and we wanted to get married." Felicia's eyes opened wide. "But Father said no. And he took me away. Now I may never see him again."

Felicia hugged her tightly. "I'm so sorry… but if you guys really were in love, maybe he'll come get you." Kiara said nothing. She thought of Peter's odd reaction at the port, how he had told her dad in an emotionless voice that they could go and how he hadn't even looked at her. He didn't fight for me then. Why would he come look for me?

Felicia kept talking. "The main plaza is rumored to attract love. If you wait there long enough, the love of your life is supposed to pass by. You should try it." Kiara knew that Felicia, despite her inability to keep a boyfriend for long, was a hopeless romantic at heart. She believed in true love and claimed that "there is no use in dating a guy once you see he's not The One." When Kiara had asked how to know who was The One, Felicia had laughed and answered, "You feel it in your heart. Don't worry, when you meet him, you'll know." Kiara had rolled her eyes at this, but ever since she had met Peter and fallen in love, she had started revising her opinion. What if she's right? Maybe I should give it a try.

"Thanks, Felicia. I'll go there starting tomorrow." She stood up to leave.

"Before you go, you never told me his name, or anything about him. Don't I deserve to know?"

"His name is Peter. He's the High King of Narnia."

Felicia stared at her, mouth open, eyes unblinking, unable to register the words she had heard.

"Your lover is the High King?"

"He's not my lover, he's the man I have fallen in love with. This fact is not influenced by his rank, only by his personality, and by the way I feel when I'm around him."

Felicia was about to answer when a loud voice rang out behind the two girls. "Kiara, come here! We need to get home." It was Mr. Butler. The girls quickly said goodbye and Kiara ran to her dad.

"Sorry, father, I was talking to Felicia."

"We have someone to visit, then we will head home." Mr. Butler smiled at the prospect of this visit. The pair set off down the main road. Before long, they stopped at the door of a large mansion. This was the home of King Liam, sovereign of Galma.

Mr. Butler knocked, and a servant opened the door. "How may I help you?" he asked politely.

"I am William Butler, and I would like to speak with the King. It's urgent."

"I'll see what I can do for you," the servant responded. "Please, come in to the waiting room."

When the servant walked off, Kiara hissed at her father. "I can't believe you are really going to do this. You may not like Peter, but don't involve the King. There's no reason. He let us go, he doesn't want to marry me anymore. You saw it yourself." Deep inside, she hoped her words were false, but just as she had been incapable of revealing her fears to Felicia, she couldn't show her father her weakness.

"I will do whatever is necessary to protect you," answered her father coldly.

The servant came back, and Mr. Butler left, leaving Kiara to wonder about what he was telling the King and what they would do to Peter and Narnia. It wouldn't be war, would it? she asked herself. Unfortunately, she was unable to convince herself that peace would be used to solve the issue.

An hour or so later, her father re-entered the room. "What happened?" the young girl asked impatiently.

"All relations with Narnia will be cut off. The King doesn't want to go into open war with them, but we will stay as distant from them as possible."

Kiara sighed. This was her fault. Well, her dad's fault, but she could have prevented this by refusing Peter's offer of marriage. Now I am making all of Narnia suffer, she thought.