(Third Person P.O.V)

The sound of the bells grew louder. Edmund continued to stare off in the direction of the jingling before a sled pulled by white reindeer came into view and flew right past him. He didn't realize he was so far out in the path until he fell over from the sleigh nearly running him over. As it rolled by, Edmund noticed it was made entirely out of ice. It rolled along for a few more yards before stopping. Edmund looked towards the sled and peered through the grayish-white veil. What he saw were spears of ice that looked suspended in the air. He barely had time to even wonder what it could be before someone jumped out of the sleigh. It was a dwaf with a white beard and a mean look plastered upon his face. Edmund's only reaction was to try and run. However, he didn't get very far before the little man threw a harsh whip around his legs, throwing him to the ground. He then pulled out a knife and jumped on top of Edmund, pinning it under his throat. "Leave me alone!" Edmund called out.

"What is it now, Ginarrbrik?" the annoyed female in the sled asked. Edmund noticed she had a British accent that was like velvet.

"Make him let me go," Edmund pleaded. "I didn't do anything wrong!"

"How dare you not address the Queen of Narnia?!" the dwarf named Ginarrbrik shouted.

"I didn't know!" Edmund defended.

"You will know her better hereafter!" the dwarf threatened, raising his knife. Edmund shrunk back in fear.

"Wait." commanded the woman. Ginarrbrik crawled off of Edmund and stood up. The boy slowly lifted his gaze. What he saw was a woman wearing a gown that was a faint light blue at the bottom and rose to a shade of white. A white fur mantle was around her shoulders like a cape or a cloak. She held a scepter made out of a metal staff and a big, pointy diamond that to Edmund, looked so pure one could have easily mistaken it for a peice of ice. He looked at the woman's face. She had pale skin and blue-green eyes. Her golden hair was so long it was piled in the middle of her head, but still went to her chest. It was slipped elegantly over her right shoulder she looked at Edmund with a look of confusion and astonishment. "What is your name: Son of Adam?" she asked.

"Uh, Edmund." he replied.

"And how, Edmund..." repeated the Queen. "did you come to enter my dominion?"

"I'm not sure," replied the boy. "I was just following my sister-"

"Your sister?" interrupted the Queen. "How many are you?"

"Four," Ed answered. "Lucy's the only one that's been here before. She said she met some faun called...Tumnus." He barely noticed the slight look of shock that passed over the woman's face. "Peter and Susan didn't believe her and I didn't either." Edmund shyly looked into the Queen's eyes. She smiled slightly.

"Edmund." she said. "You look so cold. Come sit with me." She gestured towards her sleigh. Edmund wasn't so sure. This woman was a stranger. But, he knew better than to disobey an adult. Much less a monarch. He started to follow the Queen. Well, actually he was pushed by that dwarf. The Queen smile grew as Edmund sat down. When he did, she wrapped her mantle around him to keep him warm. "Now," she said. "How about something hot to drink?"

"Yes please," Edmund said before quickly adding, "Your Majesty." The Queen took a small vial from a pocket in her mantle and sent one single glowing, emerald green drop to the ground. When the droplet touched the snow, Edmund's eyes widened as something began to manifest. Within seconds a cup was standing in the snow, made out of shining metal and studded with emerald and diamonds. The dwarf picked it up and handed it to Edmund with a sneer.

"Your drink, sire." he spat.

"How did you do that?" Edmund asked.

"I can make anything you like." replied the Queen. Ed took a drink of the frothy brown liquid. It reminded him of peppermint hot chocolate.

"Can you make me taller?" he asked again. The Queen chuckled, much like a mother would at one of her child's antics.

"Anything you like to eat." Edmund's eyes sparkled with want.

"Turkish delight?" he said. The Queen let another drop fall to the ground. This time a box was brought up, tied with a blue silk ribbon. In it was stuffed several pounds of the best Turkish delight. ( Book reference :P) The Queen handed Edmund's cup to the dwarf who threw it. It turned to snow as it hit a tree. As Edmund began to eat, the Queen spoke his name.

"I would very much like to eat the rest of your family."

"Why?" he asked with his mouth full, not caring about manners for the time being. "They're nothing special."

"Oh, I'm sure they're not," the Queen agreed. "Not nearly as delightful as you are." She took Ginarrbrik's hat off of his head and used to wipe the powdered sugar from Edmund's lips."But you see Edmund," the woman continued. "I no longer have children of my own."

"No longer? Did you used to, Your Majesty?"

"Yes, I did," she replied. "My husband, Reynas and I had a daughter who would be just a few years older than you are now. She was the most beautiful baby Narnia had ever seen."

"What happened to her?" asked Edmund.

"Oh, my foolish husband took her out in this same Wood one day against my pleads. They never returned. I soon came to accept the fact that I had lost both my husband and my daughter to a wild beast or some force of nature. I wish you could have seen her, Edmund. She had golden hair and shining olive eyes. You would've liked her, for you remind me so much of her."

"I do?" Ed asked again.

"Oh, of course." said the Queen. "She'd be the Crown Princess if she were still here. But you, on the other hand, are exactly the type of boy I could see becoming...Prince of Narnia, perhaps." Edmund's eyes widened again. "Maybe even King." the Queen added.

"Really?" asked the dark-haired lad.

"Of course, you'd have to bring your family."

"Does that mean Peter would be King, too?" he asked with disgust.

"No!" chuckled the Queen. "No, no. But, a King needs servants." Edmund liked the sound of that.

"I guess I could bring them." he smiled, eating another sweet. The woman pet his hair and took the box from him, handing it to Ginarrbrik, whom Edmund saw eat a delight out of the corner of his eye.

"Beyond these woods," pointed the Queen. "See those two hills? My house is right between them." She removed her cloak from Edmund and helped him up. "You'd love it there." she promised. "It has whole rooms simply stuffed with Turkish delight."

"Could I have some more now?" Edmund asked hopefully.

"No!" said the Queen firmly. But the smile soon returned. "You don't want to ruin your appetite. And besides you and I are going to be seeing each other again very soon, won't we?"

"I hope so Your Majesty." he said as he hopped down from the sleigh.

"Till then, dear one," smiled the Queen once more. "I'm going to miss you." And with that, Ginarrbrik hopped in the driver's seat of the sleigh, and with the crack of a whip and the jingling of the reindeer's bells, the Queen was gone. Edmund stared after her. Then he heard a set of footsteps.

"Edmund?" a young girls' voice asked. He turned around to see Lucy walking towards him. Then, she broke into a run. "Oh, Edmund, you got in, too! Isn't it wonderful?" She threw her arms around her brother's waist.

"Where have you been?" Edmund asked his sister once she freed him from her snake-like hold.

"With Mr. Tumnus," replied Lucy. "He's fine. The White Witch hasn't found out anything about him meeting me."

"The White Witch?" repeated Edmund with a puzzled look. Lucy looked over her shoulder before leaning close.

"She calls herself 'The Queen of Narnia', but she really isn't." She noticed Edmund's pale skin and empty eyes. "Are you alright?" she asked at once. "You look awful."

"Well, what did you expect?" he asked. "It's freezing. How do we get out of here?"

"Come on." Lucy said as she grabbed his hand. "This way." She led him to the patch of wood where the entrance to the wardrobe was. They stepped out and shut the door. Not even a second had passed before Lucy started running toward Peter's room, where he, unknowingly to the other Pevensie siblings, was dreaming about his future bride.

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(Diamond's P.O.V)

"Princess Diamond, Princess Diamond!"

That's what I woke up to. I turned in my hammock and rubbed the sleep out of my eyes. After stretching, I looked to see a female cheetah who I later learned was named Rillian. "Yes, what is it?" I asked sleepily.

"We need your help, Your Highness," the cheetah said. "Aslan is requesting your presence immediately." That was all I needed to hear to get me jump-started. Clothing myself in an azure blue silk dress, I let my hair flow long, with a small ponytail made from a chunk of it. Placing my still alive butterfly crown on my head, I exited mine and Aslan's tent to see a large group of the army crowded around Aslan and talking I cleared my throat. No one acknowledged my presence. Not even anyone turned to look at me. With a roll of my eyes, I shot a snowball into the back of a centaur.

"Hey, what the-" when he turned completely around to see who hit him, he bowed immediately. "Princess Diamond." I heard him whisper. The other creatures soon followed suit, bowing before me. Phrases of "Good morning, Princess." and "Your Majesty." and even one "Forgive us, My Lady." could be heard. I gave an accepting nod for the Narnians and made my way towards Aslan, the creatures parting to make room for me.

"You needed to see me, Aslan?" I asked, curtsying before the Great Lion.

"Yes, I did, dear one," he replied. "These are new troops for the army." he explained.

"Oh, I see," I replied. Without Aslan telling me, I knew what to do. "I have my best workers preparing tents for you all on the south end of the valley."

"Is there anyway for us to keep warm in this weather, Princess Diamond?" a female centaur asked.

"There's no need to worry about the cold," I assured her. "Once your Kings and Queens get here, this winter shall be no more." Smiles went up from around the group. "However," I continued. "I know numbers don't win a war, but I need some volunteers to go round up more troops." I didn't wait long for an answer.

"I shall go, Your Highness," said a fox stepping forward. "I would be honored to serve my Princess."

"Thank you, kind fox," said Aslan. "May we inquire your name?"

"If you could just please call me Mr. Fox that would serve well with me."

"Very well, Mr. Fox," I said, shaking his paw. "If you could please start going west, that would be a good place to start. And if you encounter the Kings or Queens, help them however you can."

"But how will I know who they are?" he asked. "No one's ever seen them." Aslan and I had spread the word about the humans coming, and that they were the Kings and Queens. I hadn't said anything about my betrothal to Peter, however.

"You shall know when you feel it inside." Aslan said.

"In that case," said Mr. Fox. "I shall not fail you, Aslan or you, My Queen." He took off immediately.

"Queen?" I repeated once the fox had left. "I'm not even married yet."

"Are you doubting that concept, Diamond?" Aslan asked.

"A little," I admitted. "I'm just nervous that the humans won't like me, especially Peter." I had gotten better at saying that word.

"Trust me, my child," Aslan continued. "I may not know what they look like. But I do know that they are as kind as any one person or creature in this Army."

"But when they find out the White Witch is my mother..."

"Then the only thing to do in that situation is to explain." Aslan smiled. "You're stronger than you realize, Diamond. Just trust your heart, and everything will be fine. Peter and the others will love you, just like I do." I smiled and nodded.

"Alright," I said, wrapping my arms around Aslan's neck, burying my face in his mane. "Thank you, Aslan." I mumbled.

"You are welcome, dear one." he replied. I let him go, and then he walked off in the direction of where the new tents were. I looked at my royal ring and smiled as I felt butterflies.

And not on top of my head.