Soon a full scale battle was forming. I was absolutely terrified. I had no clue how to fight. At least knew enough to realize that an untrained warrior was just as likely to hurt their own side as they were the enemy. And that with the Pevensies' and my cousin's connection to me, I was a problem. Because they'd be worried about me. I run towards the How. I could take shelter there. And then I wouldn't accidently hurt anyone I didn't want to hurt. I stayed in there for several minutes, feeling it rock as my cousin carried out the plan of crashing part of the how. But then it was back to normal warring. I chad no idea what was going on.
Then the how started crashing down. I could see there was no way I could get out of here safely. Instead, I ran deeper into the How to more stable areas that were less likely to collapse.
I was in there for quite a long time. I began wondering if I was ever going to get out of there. Finally, the rocks blocking the entrance began moving. I wasn't sure which side it was. I hoped it was the Narnians. I might have a chance of surviving though if it was the Telmarines. After all, they thought I was a captive. But then Sospespian might try to kill me too like he did my father in order to get me out of the way.
Soon I could see figures. They most certainly weren't all human.
"Dollie!" I heard Peter shout.
I ran to him and he swung me around in his arms. He then pulled me in to kiss me frantically.
Between kisses, he said, "I thought you were dead!"
"I love you," I whispered to him.
He pulled back and stared at me, making me feel sorry for saying it out loud. Girls at school had told me that boys hate it when girls say that too soon. But instead of protesting, he said, "You didn't stutter at all!"
I hadn't realized that. But maybe now that something good is happening in my life, I'm no longer so scared of everything. The therapist back in the other world had said the stutter happened from a confidence issue. Peter kissed me and said, "I love you too."
"You too are so cute!" Adela exclaimed.
"Y-you're alive, t-too!" I exclaimed. She ran to me and I picked her up and held her tight. After that, I hugged the other Pevensies. They were like family to me.
Then another member of my actual family walked up. "Dollie. I'm sorry your father died."
"I-I'm g-glad it w-wasn't either of you," I said honestly.
"But it can't be easy for you," he said. He slowly tried to hug me. I stiffened. Being hugged by a Caspian reminded me of his father.
Susan interceded. "Caspian, I don't think she's quite ready for that."
"Sorry," he said.
"I-it's alright. J-Just r-reminded mm-me a-of y-you f-father. N-n-not your f-fault," I said.
He nodded.
"You need to come meet Aslan now," Peter said. "We already did."
He pulled me along to the lion there. It was absolutely the lion who had helped me and Adela.
We got to our knees before him.
"Rise, kings and queens of Narnia," he said. My cousin got up along with the Pevensies. I guess Alsan must have already told Caspian that he was a Narnian king. "You too, Adela and Dollie."
"W-what?" I said.
"Even if you were not royal by your own blood, the love between you and Peter makes you a queen."
"W-we're n-not m-married," I protested. "A-And m-my f-father w-was an us—ues-usu-p-per."
"We can fix the first problem," Peter said, crouching in front of me. "Dollie, I love you. I know we're young, but do you want to get engaged? By Narnian standards, we're old enough."
I was shocked, but no matter how old I might be, Peter would always be the man I would want to be with. I spoke slowly to make sure I didn't stutter. Between that and having the confidence boost of the High King of Narnia wanting to marry me, it was much easier than normal to avoid stuttering. "Yes. I love you."
He grinned broadly and pulled me up with him. Adela got up too.
"Can I be the flower girl?" she asked eagerly.
"Y-yes," I told her.
"Dollie, I know I don't really deserve to since I've never been there for you, but since I'm your only older male relative alive, I would be very honored to walk you down the aisle," he said.
I hesitated. He was right though. In this world at least. In the other world, my adoptive father would walk me down the aisle. Profesor Kirke would be the next best option. But neither were in this world. And my cousin had been very nice to me lately. I nodded. He grinned at me.
"Thanks, Dollie."
"Dollie, your wedding to Peter is blessed," Aslan said.
"D-did y-you know t-that w-we'd f-fall in l-love when y-you s-sent us to Engl-land?" I asked.
"I know all things," he said myseriously. "But I sent you there for your own good. Narnia was not the right place for you when you were here before."
"But we're Telmarine. Why did you care about us?" Adela pointed out.
"I am here for all," he said.