Peter was in shock. He'd finally kissed Melanie and she ran off two seconds later.

"Women," he muttered to himself. "They're impossible."

Shaking himself mentally, he stalked off in the direction of the hall he was to be married in.

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Melanie had fled to the tower.

Sobbing hysterically, she collapsed on the dirty stone floor.

'Why did I kiss him?' she wondered. 'Stupid of me, really, considering he'll be married within the hour.'

"Lady Melanie?" an-all-too-familiar voice inquired. "I know you're here, so don't try to hide."

As the speaker finished, Princess Aleutia came into view.

"Aleutia?"

"Yes, darling. Look, Melanie, I saw you and Peter. And I'm sorry. Go marry him; it's you he loves."

"But-"

"I also know that you know that there's no baby. And I thought about it. I'll explain my deception to the court and you'll be the one to marry Peter."

"I can't," Melanie whispered finally. "We have to go back one day, Peter and I. We'll never see each other again. It'll be too hard, knowing one day we'll be separated."

Aleutia frowned. "So? If you love him, truly love him, it'll work out one day."

Aleutia knelt next to Melanie's hunched up form, looking into Melanie's emerald eyes.

"Do you love Peter, Melanie?" she asked gently.

Melanie nodded slowly.

"Then marry him."

Melanie bit her lip, considering this, and then nodded again.

"Stay here," Aleutia commanded, standing again. "Peter shall be here shortly."

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The doors of the hall flew open and every guest turned to see the princess.

She marched forward bravely and stood next to Peter.

"Aleutia?-"

"Excuse me, but I have an announcement to make. I'm sorry you have all traveled so far to see my wedding, but today is not my special day," Aleutia began. "You are all under the impression I bear the High King's child, but you are all incorrect. I lied."

A simultaneous gasp was given by the guests.

"I'm sorry," she continued. "I was jealous of the woman who truly holds the king's heart, Melanie."

She turned to Peter. "She's in the tower. Go get your queen."

Peter smiled so broadly it looked like his face was about to split.

He raced off through Cair Paravel.

"Melanie," he spluttered, out of breath when he finally reached the tower.

"Peter," she responded. Peter ran to her, pulled her to him, and kissed her greedily, hungrily. When it broke off, Melanie was left clinging to him desperately.

"Marry me, Lady," he said joyously. "Marry me."

"I will," Melanie said, kissing him again.

"My Queen," he murmured to her…

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"LONG LIVE THE HIGH QUEEN!"

Well… you know the drill.

Goodbye all! This shall be my only Narnia fic, despite those of you who loved it…it seems every other review was a flame…

Alas, I shall continue with Teen Titan, Batman Beyond and Harry Potter…Perhaps even the Justice League.

Queenie