Hello again! A HUGE thank you to Princess Zatana, who reviewed 20 times in the space of a day. This is for you, Aquafin, Stroylover and BladesN'Knives who have all either favourited, reviewed or both. I hope that BladesN'Knives enjoy the chapters from here on as it's nearly all my own stuff (apart from the second to last chapter of course). I think I'm aiming for about four more chapters, but if I go over then it just means you get more of my creativity. Hope you like!

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phantomshadow99

(Disclaimer: I do not own The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe. I do own my OC Louise).

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Louise's POV

The rest of evening consisted of a huge celebration, filled with dancing and laughter. I shared a jolly dance with Edmund, which we ended up on the floor from falling over each other so much, crying from giggling. Susan and I stood gossiping at the drink tables, admiring the different aspects of the room and complimenting on each other's dresses. Peter twirled me into a slow waltz, holding me close and making me smile gently into his eyes. It was only when I saw Lucy running to a balcony facing the beach did I move from the main floor to see what she was doing. Appearing at her left side, I saw how her eyes watched as Aslan calmly walked along the beach.

"Don't worry," a voice sounded from behind us. Mr Tumnus walked up to us, hands clasped behind his back. "We'll see him again."

"When?" Lucy asked in a small voice. He chuckled before reaching her side.

"In time. One day he'll be here and the next he won't. But you mustn't press him. After all, he's not a tame lion," he said, making us all smile.

"No," Lucy replied, sounding slightly sad. "But he is good." She added.

"And wonderful, remember?" I added, trying to be as serious as possible but failing slightly as a small smile crept on my face.

"Here," Mr Tumnus suddenly said, reaching into his scarf and appearing with Lucy's handkerchief. I frowned in question at him, wondering where he got that from. He winked slyly at me before looking at Lucy. "You need it more than I do." He added as she began to tear up. As she took it, he grasped her other hand tightly. Reaching across, I placed my hand on her other hand, smiling happily at them both. When we looked back to the beach, Aslan had disappeared; even his paw prints had been washed away in the water. Lucy gasped, looking at Mr Tumnus who smiled gently at her. I smiled as well, knowing that we would see the Great Lion again.

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Stripes and I were walking back to my room, chatting excitedly about the days when we heard footsteps running behind us. I turned slightly, surprised to see an out of breath Peter, his crown hanging off and his cloak askew.

"Peter, what's wrong?" I asked as he quickly positioned his crown properly onto his head. He smiled, breathing out deeply.

"I wanted to see you," he replied, suspiciously innocent. I raised my eyebrow at him, making him blush slightly. Stripes had been looking between us, a knowing smirk on his face.

"Stripes, you go on ahead. The High King and I will speak out here," I said, watching as he nodded and walked to my room, the door magically opening. Turning back to Peter, I smiled, allowing him to take my hand. "So what was you after?" I added, to which he answered by smirking and leading me back down the corridor.

The torches on the wall flickered as we walked past them, casting a calm and warm feeling. Peter was silent as we walked, already knowing where he was going even though he'd only been here half a day. I sent him a few curious glances, which I knew he caught as the corners of his lips pulled into a small smile. Finally, we reached a smaller wooden door, with large tapestries and torches either side of it.

"Close your eyes," Peter whispered quietly. When I hesitated, he took both my hands in his, grasping them tightly in reassurance. "Trust me," he added, and I allowed my lids to flutter shut. Peter pulled me forward in the direction of the door; stopping only to be able to open it. A gentle breeze welcomed me, splashing my warm cheeks with the crisp night air. The sound of the waves crashing below us was joined by the slight movement of candles.

"Open them," Peter caressed, so gently I could only just hear him. Slowly opening them, I gasped in surprise and delight at the scene in front of me.

A large blanket was spread out on the large piece of grass, facing out towards the sea and beach. Candles, large and small, surrounded the area around the blanket, bathing it in light and happiness. Two goblets filled with deep red wine stood next to a small tray of desserts, including my favourite lemon cake. Looking up, I saw that the sky was littered with sparkling stars and a full moon, illuminating the water below. Through my inspection, Peter had stood there, chewing on his bottom lip in nervousness.

"I love it," I told him; before he breathed a deep sigh of relief. He held his arm out and helped me to sit down without setting my dress on fire.

"Well, I know that our time here hasn't been the most relaxing experience and I thought we could spend our first night of peace out here, together," he explained, handing me a goblet of wine. I smiled in gratitude, taking a small sip of the warm wine.

In every way possible, I knew he was right. We had all gone through war, sorrow, loss and even death. I shivered slightly, quivering at the memory of the Witch's dagger at the Round Table. Peter, noticing this, believed I was cold so pulled me closer to him, wrapping an arm around me. Sinking into him, I sighed in contentment as he rested his chin on the top of my head. We sat in a comfortable silence; the only sound was the waves and our gentle breathing.

"Do you ever think of going back?" he suddenly asked, breaking the stillness. I moved my head so I was looking up at him, his eyes gazing back at me.

"My family is here; this land and you are all I need. Of course I will miss England and the Professor, but I would never have been able to continue living there. My parents and brother are gone; they wouldn't want me to live in the past, but to look forward to the future," I replied, feeling more confident in my statement than I would have done when first arriving in Narnia. Peter considered my words, before placing his warm hand on my cheek.

"If we were in England, I wouldn't be able to hold you like I am now," he smirked cheekily, and I swatted him with my hand playfully. His deep laugh vibrated through his chest, making me notice how much he'd grown up since the first time I met him. Frowning, I realised how much I had changed as well.

"Peter, do you think I've changed?" I asked him, looking at the stars instead of him. While waiting for his answer, I studied the way I didn't recognise any familiar constellation. Narnia truly was a separate world.

"I think you've had to change Louise, I don't think you would have survived everything you've been through without changing," he said finally, making me turn my head back to him. As he saw my slight smile, he added quietly, "It's made me love you even more." My smiled turned into a full grin, cheeks reddening as I cuddled back into him, enjoying the rest of our private night with each other.