A/N - Okay, so I was going to leave you in suspense, but I decided, that since you have all been so patient with me throughout the progression of this story, I decided to update early and because I am being extra generous, ITS A DOUBLE WHAMMY. That's right, TWO CHAPTERS for the price of one.

This was all going to be one big chapter, but when writing 'love scenes' you really need to dedicate a WHOLE chapter to it, so there's a little hint for you as to what's to come. Oh yes. It's what YOU'VE all been waiting so patiently for and hopefully, it wil be what you all wanted.

***REVIEWS ARE ALWAYS WELCOME. ESPECIALLY FOR THE NEXT CHAPTER. M RATING FOR NEXT CHAPTER = LEMONY GOODNESS IS A MUST. So, young readers, you have been warned!***

I'm so excited! Hope you enjoy. I dedicate these two chapters to clarkispotmania simply because her review made me smile and she starts back at school tomorrow! :(


'Lucy?'

True to his words, Lucy was stood outside Peter's chamber door .

'Luce, it's really late. Are you okay?' Peter questioned her, rubbing his eyes.

She was stood there in her night dress, her long hair hanging by her shoulders. 'I just came to say goodnight. You rushed off earlier.' She walked into Peter's bed chamber and sat down on the bed.

'Yeah, sorry about that,' Peter closed his door and walked over to his youngest sibling. 'I was trying to find Eilonwy. She left the party and I couldn't find her.' Peter rubbed the back of his head, disappointed that he had not even had the chance to speak to her properly. She just disappeared and didn't return to the celebrations.

'I understand,' Lucy paused, shuffling her feet. 'Peter can I ask you something?'

'Oh course Luce. Anything.' Peter replied.

Lucy shuffled on Peter's bed. 'Do you love Eilonwy?'

Peter's heart dropped at the mention on her name. 'Um... Lucy, that's a really complicated thing to answer-'

'She loves you too. I know it.' Lucy's response was so confident that it Peter believe it.

He crossed his arms across his chest. 'Lucy, nobody can know that.'

'I do. I can see it Peter. Everybody can see it apart from you.'

'Lucy-'

'You should tell her Peter. What's stopping you?'

'I wouldn't expect you to understand. You're too –'

'Young?' Lucy giggled.

Peter smiled. 'Yeah, way too young.' Peter took a seat next to his sister. 'Listen Lucy, Love, is not always simple. Me and Eilonwy, we come from two different worlds. I've lived my life here and hers has only just begun.'

'What are trying to say?'Lucy asked confused.

'Lucy, I won't be able to stay here much longer. I will have to go home, back to England at some point. I can't keep living here because I have outlived my reign in Narnia. Caspian is the new King now, and one day-' Peter swallowed hard at the thought. 'One day... Eilonwy will be a Queen. I cannot stand in the way of her happiness, her entitlements. She deserves a new life, just like we had. Narnia no longer needs me.'

Lucy's eyes widened as she looked her brother. 'But I thought you wanted to come back here.'

'Yes, I don't regret it for a minute. But I've fulfilled what I needed to. Staying here any longer will alter whatever path Eilonwy needs to follow.'

'But you and Eilonwy are meant to be together.' Lucy's eyes filled up with light tears. Peter could sense Lucy was getting upset, so he pulled her into a tight brotherly hug. He placed a kiss on her forehead. 'You won't understand right now Luce, but I'm sure one day you will.' He released Lucy, and she wiped away a tear which had escaped.

Lucy got off Peter's bed and walked over to the grand oak door of the bed chamber. 'I still think you should tell her. You never know, it might change your mind.' Lucy opened the door and turned back to face her brother. 'Goodnight Peter.'

'Night Luce' he said back to her and the bed chamber door closed. Peter let put a huge sigh as he fell back onto his head, crossing his arms across his face.

I should tell her.

I shouldn't tell her.

She should know how I truly feel.

It won't alter anything.

She may feel the same way.

Or she may not.

Aslan may give me more time.

I can't stay here.

His intense train of internal monologues was interrupted by another knock at his bed chamber door. Peter sighed, and walked over to the door. 'Lucy, it's really late now-' Peter opened the door to reveal somebody who was not his sister.

'Hi' Peter said calmly.

'Hi' Eilonwy replied. She was dressed in a royal blue cape, which covered her body. Her hood was up, obviously to conceal her face. 'Can I come in please?'

'Oh course,' Peter opened the door fully so Eilonwy could get in. He was not about to deny her any access, and she didn't waste anytime entering his bed chamber. She headed straight for the window, and removed her hood. Peter closed his bed chamber, putting the lock across it and he turned to face Eilonwy. She had her back to him, staring out of his window. He could see her reflection in the window; her deep hazel eyes stared through the glass. They were piercing. Her face showed no signs of anger, or worry. In fact, Peter was having a hard time reading her.

'Is everything okay Eilonwy?' Peter dared to venture a question. She stared through the glass back at him. She was still and silent. Suddenly without warning she turned and walked back over to door. 'I'm sorry I shouldn't have come.' She sounded scared, like she was holding something back.

Peter reacted and gently grabbed her arm trying to get her to face him. She looked deep into his eyes.

'Please don't leave. I feel like you are pushing me away again.'

He let go of her arm and she looked to the ground. She exhaled deeply and walked over to the window once more. Peter could hear her breathing. She took her time in saying what she wanted to say. Peter didn't care; he would wait all night if that's what it took for her to speak to him.

'It's been there the whole time hasn't it?' The Radiant Princess spoke suddenly.

Peter just stood looking at her. 'Eilonwy-'

'Hasn't it?' She continued to speak. 'I cannot believe that I was so blind to it all. Then again, perhaps I wasn't blind at all. Perhaps I was just ignorant to it.'

'Ignorant to what?' Peter edged closer to her, still watching her reflection.

Eilonwy looked at him through the glass. 'You saw it too. You knew it was there before I did.' She turned to face Peter. They stood two metres apart, neither of them daring to move just yet. 'Tell me you did.' She was almost pleading with him. 'Please tell me that you saw it too, otherwise this whole thing is just in my head. Just another figment of my imagination.'

Peter suddenly knew what she was referring to. Her eyes seemed to tell a story; a story that shouted to him louder than any words could.

'Yes, I saw it too. I still see it Eilonwy.' Peter tried to move forward, but Eilonwy put out her hand, and Peter stopped short of metre from her. She didn't break eye contact and neither did he.

'I thought I hated you, I wanted to hate you so much,' she paused, still staring into Peter's blue eyes. 'But I couldn't. Something inside was stopping me. It feels like a large barrier has been placed between us, and every time one of us breaks it, I put up another one.'

'I don't blame you Eilonwy,' Peter moved foward like he was reaching out to her.

'I was so scared Peter.' She whispered.

'Are you not scared anymore?' Peter asked curiously, taking her hands into his. The heat of skin radiated Peter. It felt right.

'I'm only scared that you'll leave here and that I'll never see you again.'

'I can't prevent what is yet to happen.' Peter tried to reassure her, even though they both knew that they could not alter what had already been decided.

'Then let us live in the present,' Eilonwy responded, removing her hands from Peter's. She took a moment to breathe; she ran her fingers through her hair and brought her fingers to the lace on her cape. Slowly she undid the lace, allowing the silk cape to fall at her feet. Peter's eyes did not look away from Eilonwy, even though he knew he should not be looking at her like this. She was stood in her night dress which came up to her knees. Eilonwy stepped away from the cape and closed the distance between her and Peter. She didn't touch him, she just stood before and looked up into his eyes.

'Do you love me Peter?

Peter's head filled with a million responses to this question and he spoke the first words that slipped from his lips. 'Eilonwy, I have loved you since I set eyes on you –' Eilonwy stopped him before he could continue, pressing her fingers to his soft lips.

'That's all I needed to hear.' She whispered. And with that simple response her lips were on his faster than Peter could comprehend...