Well guys, this is the last part of this story. It has truly been an incredible experience to write for all my wonderful readers.

(Sage)

Dancing has always been something my body does without my brain putting much work into the effortless, fluid motions. My legs carried me across the floor soundlessly and my feet recalled steps faster than I could hear the music. The sounds of the violin orchestra swept over me from the platform where they played. A soloist caused me into a halt. I watched as the man playing lovely instrument sawed his bow back and forth with such ferocity I could almost not comprehend how it created such angelic noises.

"Do you approve the music selection then?" Caspian called absentmindedly.

He held a long scroll in his hands that I'd spent days meticulously going over with him. The ambassador from the south was paying us a visit in two days' time and he was worrying over plans that were already set into motion.

"It is just as wonderful today as it was yesterday, Cassie," I called to him.

Caspian sighed and set the scroll down on a dark wood table draped with a gold cloth. He leaned heavily against it and pinched the bridge of his nose. His hair was shorter than when I first met him. It now only reached just past his ears. It made him look younger; the lines on his face contradicted that effect, however. The Kingship was hard on him and I did my very best to relieve as much of that burden as I could, but, even as Queen, I could only take on so much responsibility.

"We need this treaty," he said.

I walked over, shoes forgotten on the edge of the floor. I hooked my thumbs through his belt and let my nose rest beside his.

"One misplaced spoon or flower will not change the ambassador's mind," I assured him.

He lowered his mouth to mine chastely. I looped my arms around the back of his neck to hold him against me. After only seven months of living in Narnia, Caspian and I were wed. Now, just over a year later, his kisses were so natural I'd long since lost the nervous butterflies that had ravaged me early on in our relationship. In their stead, a deep and consuming love had grown.

"Come test the music with me." I pulled him to the floor.

Caspian bit the corner of his lip and slipped a hand around my waist. The other hand traced up from my elbow to intertwine with mine. A lively tune was now playing.

"Think you can keep up?" I asked pleasantly.

He let himself smile now and without a word began to spin me around the ornate ballroom. Windows as big as the walls filled with stained glass let in filtered light. Grand drapes hung down from the chandelier to encircle the columns surrounding the dance floor. Flower vases housing carefully arranged lilies and chrysanthemums were set in various spots throughout the room. Amongst all those glamourous things that always occupied the castle I now called my home, all I could see was Caspian's open and perfect smile.

(Natalie)

I had never fully understood the need of some people to document their lives in diaries. We have memories for a reason; so that we don't forget precious moments we want to hold on to. Now I got it. Some memories were too wonderfully overwhelming to keep locked away in your mind. They had to be written down on paper in full detail so that the people we had met would never be forgotten and the adventures we created would survive long after our memories grew old and faded. I'd documented every aspect I could remember from aboard the Dawn Treader in the first few months after I returned home. Now, I kept a regular journal, intent on making everyday life as exciting as I could manage. Currently, I was explaining to my journal of the baking fiasco that occurred last night. Dad, being the only cook in the house, had been attempting to teach Kimmy a few recipes before she moved into her new apartment. The result was a microwave overflowing with some gooey substance the Kimmy claimed was supposed to be a pie.

The other members of my drama class milled about talking excitedly of their summer plans that included beaches and parties. I would be babysitting my two younger siblings while the rest of my family worked. The seniors had all graduated and it was still strange thinking about Sage not receiving her diploma with the rest of her peers. I missed her terribly, though I had not known her long before she left.

This was the last class of the day and I was just as anxious as anyone else for summer vacation to begin. Finally, the bell rang and my classmates sprinted towards the door to escape. I hurriedly put my belongings away as well.

My sister, Jordan, stuck her head in and with a pop of bubble gum said, "Mom is running late at work. She says I have to let you ride home with me." She left without further delay and I shouldered my backpack.

I wove through the bustling students to reach my locker and collect the rest of my things. My phone buzzed in my back pocket and I pulled it out. 'Hurry up,' the message from Jordan read. I could imagine her perfectly styled eyebrows raised in impatience as she waited on me.

I rolled my eyes and took my time getting ready to go. I plucked up the two binders from my locker and eased them into my bag. There had not been a dramatic shift where I'd come home from Narnia and instantly got along with my family. We still bickered and tormented each other constantly, but every so often I would be reminded of why I loved them. Our harassment always ended in laughter and happiness; it was how we showed we cared.

Jordan honked her horn impatiently when she spotted me on the sidewalk making my way to her. She was talking animatedly on her phone to her boyfriend of the month.

"Trying to get me home and sneak out before mom gets off work?" I slid into the passenger seat.

She scoffed indignantly and pulled out of her parking spot. "If you distract her, I'll bring you home cotton candy from the state fair."

I agreed readily.

I wouldn't have my family any other way.

I guess this is goodbye for now. I am considering writing a sequel. Feel free to review or message me if you want one!

Also, be sure to check out my other story about the Narnian Golden Age called Ashes of an Angel. There are different characters but it promises to be a thrilling read!

~With love