-1Chapter 11: Diary

Peter thought mostly about his commitment about the marriage, but was very pleased with himself of asking Karen to marry him. It was very freighting, but it was over, and he could finally relax and breathe easier AND could finally concentrate why Jadis cured Karen. Did she change, or did she have a plan up her sleeve? Either way, the White Witch was their enemy.

As Peter thought this through, he walked threw an aisle or hallway near Karen's bedroom. He peered inside, not finding Karen. She was usually in her room, but now he did not know her whereabouts. Peter quietly stepped into her exquisite chamber.

He prayed quietly to himself that Karen would not show up, unpleasantly surprising him and asking the one question that he could not answer except saying, "I don't know."

Peter's footsteps echoed through the room, but no one came inside. He looked at her wooden desk, with several jewelry hanging in her box. He spotted a leather book, slightly hidden under her bed. Peter looked around, and swiftly took it. Unfortunately for him, there was a lock, and he could obviously not open it.

"Diary," He said, seeming surprised. Karen never mentioned anything about this, but supposed of her secrets, that's why she hidden it from him. It could have been about him, but that was not like Karen, to keeps secrets from him.

It must have been her life, before she met him. Peter respected her privacy and left it alone, until an unidentified object had caught his eye. He stared it for a slight moment, then picked it up, finding out it was key.

Peter wondered ; it could have been a key around the castle, or the key to the diary. He shook his head, thinking it was wrong to peer inside someone's life. Peter bit his lip, and inserted the key.

He gasped, while dropping the book. It opened. His heart pumped. Should he open it? Look inside, and find out one of her darkest secrets? Usually, Peter would not do such a thing, but this was very tempting. He slowly picked up the book, with the book closed. He closed his eyes, and very slowly opened it.

His mind raced. It could have been the biggest mistake of her life, or maybe the first kiss she's ever had. Peter opened his eyes. The page was blank! He looked through ever page, finding no writing, no illustrations, nothing!

He didn't understand ; was this book new? It couldn't be, though. There was a large amount of dust on the cover, and the pages looked like from the 1800's. Peter took the old looking key out, and locked the diary.

Something seemed wrong. Was this Karen's book, or one of his siblings? Peter put the ragged book back to it's regular place, making it look like no one has touched it. Unfortunately, markings of his fingerprints were covered all over it, and the dust was merely wiped off. How is he supposed to explain that? Peter was NOT the kind of person to let his mistakes gat blamed on someone else.

What was he supposed to do?

Peter kicked the book further, and deeper under her bed. He then heard loud footsteps coming into the room. Peter panicked. He ran to the door of the chamber, but found Karen walking in.

"Peter! What are you doing in my room?" Karen asked. Peter stammered, "Well, I, uh, err, I was looking for you!" Peter could read the expression on Karen's face ; she wasn't buying it. "Okay. But can you explain why there's a key in your hand?" Peter looked confused. Key? Oh no! He didn't drop it! His heard pumped faster, until he had an idea pop into his head ; he just hoped he could keep it up. "Oh, what, this? I found it on the floor, and I was going to ask you about it." Peter smiled. Karen's looked didn't change, but the tone of her voice did. "Fine. But, do you mind if I have some privacy?" Peter flushed. "Oh, I'm sorry." "And the key?" Peters sweaty palms had soaked the key. He read her expression ; that grossed her out.

"Sorry." "Why are you sweating?" "Err, the heat."

Karen knew he was lying but that wasn't going to get her anywhere. "Fine, I believe you," She lied.