I'm so so SO sorry for not updating in, like, forever. I've been really busy with school and life and in all honesty, I lost all desire to write anymore. But I pushed through and got this chapter done for you all. I know you guys wanted to see more of Diamond, so there's a long scene with her at the end. So thanks for reading!

(Peter's P.O.V)

My wife looked like a goddess in the swirls of her pure white snow-silk gown as I spun her around. Her hair was shining like a golden halo as the sun hit it perfectly. Her shoes made out of ice clinked musically against the marble floor.

As the waltz drew to a close...

"Peter!" I was woken up from my sleep by Lucy's little voice. The wind was nearly sucked out of lungs as she jumped on me. "Wake up, Peter! It's there! It's really there!"

"Lucy what're you talking about?" I murmured groggily.

"Narnia is all in the wardrobe like I told you!"

"You've just been dreaming, Lucy." Susan said, coming into the room. I noticed Edmund was there, too, since my vision was beginning to adjust.

"But it wasn't a dream!" she pressed on, smiling. "I saw Mr. Tumnus again! And this time Edmund went, too!" I looked to Edmund, who put himself against the wall.

"You saw the faun?" I asked, propping myself up on one elbow.

"Well, he didn't actually go there with me." Lucy said, finally climbing off of me. "But what were you doing, Edmund?" my little sister asked with puzzlement replacing her smile. Susan and I looked at him, expecting the answer.

"I was just playing along," he said with a slight grin. "I'm sorry Peter. I shouldn't have encouraged her." Lucy looked as if her heart was about to break.

"But you know what little children are like these days," Edmund said again, breaking out into a smirk. "They just don't know when to stop pretending." Lucy was in tears now as she ran out of the room, Susan following her. I leapt out of the bed and grabbed my robe. I shot Edmund a dirty look and pushed him onto his bed.

When we came out into the hallway, we saw Lucy hugging a strange old man. "The Professor," I realized. We were in for it now.

"You children are one shenanigan shy of sleeping in the stables..." Mrs. Macready started, coming up the staircase. But her eyes widened when she saw the Professor. "Professor Kirke," she acknowledged with a little bow. "I told them that you were not to be disturbed, but-"

"Nonsense, Mrs. Macready," the Professor said. "I'm sure there's an explanation." He pried Lucy off of him and nudged her to the housekeeper. "But now I think that this one is in need of a little hot chocolate."

"Come along, dear," said the woman as she guided Lucy down the stairs. Susan and I were turning to leave when we heard the Professor clear his throat. "Oh, boy," I thought. We turned back to face him and he opened another door. It had a rather messy desk and several books. This had to be his study. He showed Susan and I in and sat across from us at the desk.

"It seems you have upset the fragile internal balance of my housekeeper," he said, giving us a look as he lit his pipe.

"We're very sorry, sir," I said. "It won't happen again."

"It's our sister, sir," Susan said. "Lucy."

"The weeping girl," the Professor said. "What about her?"

"Well, she's upset."

"Hence the weeping," said the old man, who cracked a smile.

"It's nothing," I insisted. "We can handle it."

"Well, I can see that," the Professor.

"She thinks she's found a magic land," Susan said again. "In the upstairs wardrobe." The Professor's head shot up and his eyes lit up.

"What did you say?" he asked.

"The wardrobe upstairs," I repeated slowly. Perhaps he was hard of hearing, being old and all. "Lucy thinks she's found a forest inside." I added as my sister and I sat down.

"She won't stop going on about it." Susan added.

"What was it like?" he asked curiously.

"Like talking to a lunatic," said Susan again.

"No, the forest," said the Professor with a wave of his hand.

"You can't honestly say you believe her." I said.

"You don't?"

Susan and I shared another look. "Well, no," she said. "Logically, it's impossible."

"What do they teach in school these days?" he muttered.

"Edmund said they were just pretending," I chimed in.

"And he's usually the more truthful one isn't he?" asked the Professor.

"Well..." I said. best to be truthful. "This would be the first time."

"Then, when it comes to that, and she keeps insisting on it, then logically you must assume she's telling the truth." he said.

"You're saying that we should just believe her?" I asked.

"She's you sister isn't she?" he said. "You're a family. And it's time you started acting like one."

"We'll try," Susan said.

"Ah, good girl," said the Professor. "Now," he stood up. "off to bed with you all. It's late."

"Thank you, sir," I said as Susan and I stood up and walked to the door. But as soon as I was ready to walk out, I felt the Professor put his hand on my shoulder.

"Young man," he said. "There is more to that wardrobe than meets the eye. Narnia is full of magic and wonder. And you, my dear lad, will receive a gift you might think you are unworthy of receiving, but it will overshadow everything else in your life and become your heart and soul."

"Wait, how do you-?" I began, but the Professor cut me off.

"Well, no need for you to stand here and listen to and old man like me. Off to bed with you now."

"But-" I started. the Professor shut the door before I had a chance to say anything else. Narnia? Wasn't that what Lucy said the land was called? How could the Professor possibly know that? Unless... No, that was foolish to think. He just had to be listening to our conversations, that's all. But what was this gift he said I was going to get? I didn't know. I shrugged my shoulders and pushed the thought out of my mind.

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"Peter winds up; poised to take yet another wicket!" I called happily as I threw the ball to Edmund. It was sunny this time, and my siblings and I were all outside, playing cricket. Well, three of us were. Lucy was sitting in the shade of a tree, reading a book the Professor gave to her.

"Ow!" Ed yelled as the ball came into contact with his leg.

"Whoops." I chuckled. "Wake up, Dolly Daydream." I said. Edmund didn't even look at the ball. He just kept staring off into space. He had been like that all day. I was beginning to wonder what was wrong with him.

"Why can't we just play hide-and-seek again?" he asked.

"I thought you said it was a kid's game." I said as Susan threw the ball back to me.

"Besides," Susan said, smiling. "We could all use the fresh air."

"It's not like there isn't air inside," he replied. And I had to admit, he did have a point.

"Are you ready?" I called, preparing to throw the ball.

"Are you?" he fired back as he prepared to swing. I rolled the ball at him, and this time he hit it, but it flew up to the house, shattering a stained glass window. I rolled my eyes at my brother and ran inside, followed by the others.

When we got upstairs to the room where the ball went in, we discovered that it flew through the window and damaged an old looking suit of armor. Now we were really in trouble. "Well done, Ed," I said with scorn.

'You rolled it!" he said back. Just as I was about to say something else, we heard another voice no too far away.

"Mrs. Macready!" Susan said.

"We've gotta hide!" Ed insisted, running out of the room. Lucy, who had yet to say a single word followed him, followed by Susan, then me. We tried all the doors, but they were all locked. "This way!" Ed said again. We followed him throughout the hallways until we finally found a door that was unlocked.

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(Diamond's P.O.V)

"Diamond, may I see you for a moment?"

"Sure, Aslan." I replied, bidding the mother Narnian goodbye as I walked towards the Lion. "What do you need?" I asked as I joined him.

"As you know, there are several volunteers for this Army." he said as I nodded. "Well, with them being volunteers, they have no proper training in the ways of battle. I'd like you and Orieus to do that."

"But, Aslan," I said. "I have no battle experience myself. How do you expect me to train them?"

"That is true, dear one," he said. "but you are an excellent warrior with a blade. Just trust your instincts."

"I will." I said as I nodded.

"Good." Aslan said. "Here comes Orieus now." I looked to see the centaur coming towards us. "Good luck, my child." And like the wind, he was gone.

"I'm here to assist you, Your Excellency." said the centaur with a small bow. I curtsied back, the hem of my red and gold satin dress brushing the snow on the ground.

"Thank you, Orieus." I said as I rose. My second-in-command gave me a sword, which i tucked in a belt loop. I pulled my favorite black cloak over my shoulders as I followed the centaur towards an open field, where I saw dozens of volunteers. There were beasts and dwarfs and fauns and more centaurs, and even Narnians who were like me. I gulped as I strode out onto the open field, only to be met with bows and curtsies from the females. I responded with a nod as Orieus took the lead.

"Brave Narnians," he addressed. "The Princess and Aslan thank you for joining their Army for the battle with the White Witch. So to begin, we will-" Orieus was interrupted by a chorus of little giggles. The crowd parted as a little girl ran through the field and threw her arms around a man, which I assumed was her father.

"Daddy!" she yelled.

"I'm sorry, Your Highness!" the man said. "My daughter can be quite rambunctious when she wants to be."

"It's quite alright," I said. "I was once just like her. What's her name?" I asked.

"Lacie, Your Majesty." her father replied. I crouched down to meet the little girl's eyes.

"Hello, Lacie," I greeted.

"Hi, Your Grace." she said shyly.

"Your Daddy has to train for something important he needs to do soon, ok?" The little girl nodded. "Can you go play with the other children?" I said gently with a smile.

"Ok," she nodded and gave me a hug. I hugged her back and looked at her. Still smiling, I took my butterfly crown off my head and placed it one Lacie's.

"Take care of that for me for a while."

"I will," she said. "Thank you, Princess Diamond." she said as she took off running and giggling. No doubt to show off my crown.

"Now, warriors." I said, standing up. "Let me teach you a thing or two about being one."

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Exhausted.

That was the only word to describe it. I was exhausted. My day was a success, but who knew training over a hundred soldiers would be so much work? "Tired, Your Majesty?" Orieus asked with a smile.

"Very." I replied. "But, anything for Aslan. Anything for Narnia."

"You truly are a Queen, My Lady." said the centaur. "And a fine warrior no doubt." Night had fallen over the valley, and I was walking back to mine and Aslan's tent.

"Thank you." I said. "Both for the compliments and helping me. I don't think I could've done it without you, Orieus."

"The honor is mine, Princess Diamond." he said. We continued to walk in silence for a while. I stopped by little Lacie's tent to get my crown back, and then we walked some more until we came to Orieus's tent. I bade him goodnight and began to walk back to my tent. Dinner and sleep was sounding really good to me.

"Your Highness!" shouted a voice. It was the Narnian mother from before.

"Yes?" I sighed, trying not to sound impatient.

"My son Phillip won't sleep. I've tried everything. Will you help me?"

"Of course." i responded. I entered the tent to see a little boy with red hair and freckles.

"Hi, Phillip." I responded.

"Princess Diamond?" he asked with awe. I smiled.

"Yes, that is my name." I said to him. "Your mother asked me to help you get to sleep."

"I don't wanna sleep!" he protested, crossing his arms.

"Phillip!" scolded his mother. "That's no way to talk to the Princess!"

"Oh, it's quite alright." I insisted. "Now Phillip, I know you don't want to sleep, but you must if you want to grow up and be a big, strong warrior."

"Yeah!" he said. "I wanna be a warrior!" I giggled along with his mother.

"Well, then maybe this will help get you to sleep." I tucked him in on the cot and began to sing a lullaby

Hush now, my dear one,
Close your eyes and sleep.
Waltzing the waves, and diving the deep
Stars are shining bright
The wind is on the rise
Whispering words
Of long lost lullabies

Oh, won't you come with me
Where the moon is made of gold
And in the morning sun
We'll be sailing

Oh, won't you come with me
Where the ocean meets the sky
And as the clouds roll by,
We'll sing the song of the sea.

I had a dream last night
And heard the sweetest sound
I saw a great white light
And dancers in the round
Castles in the sand
Cradles in the
trees
Don't cry, I'll see you by and by

Oh, won't you come with me
Where the moon is made of gold
And in the morning sun
We'll be sailing

Oh, won't you come with me
Where the ocean meets the sky
And as the clouds roll by
We'll sing the song of the sea

As the last notes faded out, I looked to the child, who was sound asleep. "Oh, thank you, Princess." The mother said.

"Of course," I replied. "What kind of ruler would I be if didn't care for my subjects."

"We're so lucky to have you." she said.

"And I you, uh..."

"Adelaide, Your Majesty."

"Adelaide." I repeated.

"But I must ask you, Your Highness,"

"Yes?" I replied as we stepped outside.

"I've never heard that song before. What was it?"

"It's a lullaby from Aslan's Country," I said. "He used to sing it to me when I was a child. It's a favorite of mine."

"I see," the redhead replied. "And you have a lovely voice, Your Grace."

"Thank you," I smiled. "It's not the finest voice in Narnia, but I still consider it a gift."

"As you should," Adelaide said. "I bid you goodnight, Princess Diamond."

"And I you, Adelaide." I said. We parted ways and I finally made it back to the tent, where Aslan was waiting for me.

"I trust your day was well, Diamond?" he asked.

"Very much so, Aslan." I replied as I went behind my screen to change into my nightgown, which was made of white Narnian sea-silk. I removed my crown and my ring as brushed my hair out with an abalone brush.

"That's wonderful, my child. Did you learn anything?"

"Actually I did." I said as put the brush down. "I learned that being a Princess isn't about just being one."

"What do you mean, dear?"

"It means that you also have to be an everyday person in order to be able and strong. Like any great ruler would be. You have to place yourself in other's shoes and see the daily struggle of their lives. Becoming one of them as well as royalty is what is needed in order to know how to be the best monarch you can be." I said. Aslan's face held a smile and pride.

"It appears I did raise you well, Diamond." he said.

"And I thank you for that, Aslan." I smiled back.

"There's no need for that, dear child. I love you all the same."

"I love you as well, Aslan." I said as I hugged him and planted an affectionate kiss on his mane. He chuckled slightly.

"Now you must rest." he said. "You need it after the long day you've had." I climbed into the hammock and piled all my plush pillows and soft blankets around me just the way I liked them. Aslan laid down underneath me.

"Goodnight, Aslan." I said.

"Goodnight, my Diamond." he responded. My eyes soon closed as I drifted off into dreams. There was no uncertainty anymore. Perhaps there really was a Queen inside of me.

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Aw. Cute, huh? I love the bond between Aslan and Diamond. They're so much like me and my father.

Diamond's beginning to become the Princess she's meant to be, and that means a lot to the Narnians. They love her for not being a carbon copy of her mother. (Thank you, Reynas!)

So Peter's gettin' a gift, huh? Wonder what that is? ;)

As always, thanks for reading and please leave a review. They just make my day better! 3

XOXO -Blue