"Peter!" The door flew open of the university dorm room as a brunette walked into the room. She dropped the messenger bag that she had been holding onto the floor and ran past the dark man who had been sitting at a desk in the main area doing work towards the room she shared with her fiancé. She had been gone for two months on an historical dig, as she majored in history, and was anxious to see the man she would be married to in one month's time.

"Wait, Port!" the dark man said as she opened up the door to Peter Pevensie's room and stood in the entrance. The man, James Montgomery, placed a hand on her shoulder. "He left this morning," he explained. Portia Malloren didn't understand and turned around to face James and said so. "Where did he go? He couldn't have waited for me? The woman he loves?"

Portia Malloren felt the tears stinging her green eyes and looked at the room in front of her. Part of the room had her belongings in it, but the other part of the room, which had once housed her fiancé's belonging, was barren. "Where did he go?" she demanded of his best friend and roomate.

"I do not know," James said. "Port, calm down! He left a letter for you." The auburn haired woman turned to face James and he could see the fire burning in her green eyes. She was about to open her mouth to demand the letter, but he knew better than to let her speak. He had heard she and Peter argue many times and knew, although they always made up, Portia Malloren yelling was not extremly pleasant. So he reached into his pocket and handed the letter to her.

Portia ripped the letter out of James hand and looked down at it. She frowned at the wax seal, as she knew nobody who used wax seals anymore. She looked at the detail on it and was a bit shocked by its elegance. It reminded her of her own families crest, but it looked like no English crest she had ever seen before. She looked up to James, muttered, "thank you," and walked into the room, closing the door behind her.

She sat down on the bed and ripped open the letter. Her green eyes quickly scanned over the whole letter, but she had to read it over to make sure she wasn't hullucinating.

"Portia,

Please don't be upset with me for leaving the morning you were coming home. I know I'm being stupid for asking you to do this, but I have to leave. I tried staying as late as I could, but I can't wait any longer. I am penning this letter for you only moments before I leave, hoping that perhaps if I take longer, you'll appear so I won't have to hand this to James to give to you. But it seems it will be that way.

I know you will not understand any of this, but if you love me as much as I love you, you will not question my request. In the bottom of my closet is a velvet covered box. Please do not open it, but bring it to my sister Susan. She is in our summer home, the one I took you to last summer to meet her and my other two siblings, Lucy and Edmund. She knows where I am, for she is to join me the moment she has the box. If she gives you any trouble, say the word 'Paravail', I know you will not understand, but she will. And she will take you to me.

Please Port, put away your pride for once and join me and my siblings. I swear, I never meant for this to happen, but it has happened and I need you to join me.

Peter"

Portia looked down at the letter and stared at it with confusion. She didn't understand half of it, but she did understand what he meant about her pride. But she didn't like that he wasn't telling her everything. But then again, she didn't tell him everything about herself. At least, she hadn't until a few months before she had left on the dig.

"Peter, you're not telling me something," the auburn haired Malloren said as she sat on their bed, looking at him as he wrote a paper for one of his classes. He looked up and said nothing, then looked back down at the paper but did not continue to write. "Something big, Peter."

"I could say the same about you, Port," the High King said.

"That is different, Peter!"

"How so? You are not telling me and I am fine with it, but I am not telling you something and you are upset. How is that fair, Portia?" the blonde demanded, putting his pen down.

"Oh stop making it sound as if you're some magnificent person!" Portia yelled. Peter quickly lowered his eyes, knowing she would possibly kill him if she saw the laugh in his eyes. That was the first time she had ever called him by his proper title and she didn't even know it. He knew he should tell her, heavens only knows he wanted to. But she would never believe him. She would most likely send him to an asylum for saying he was the High King over his three siblings of a land called Narnia, where they lived in a castle called Cair Paravail, ruling over centaurs, nymphs, mermaids, talking animals, and more. So he couldn't tell her. "You are only human, Peter!"

"You don't think I know this, Port?" Peter demanded, after all, that was what caused this whole problem; he was a human, a son of Adam, which caused him to be a King of Narnia. "I am human, and because of that I can make mistakes. I'm not perfect. And neither are you. How can you demand for me to tell you everything about myself when you tell me so little? I have never even met your family members and we are getting married within the next year!"

Portia looked as if she had been slapped across the face and Peter wanted to get up and pull her into his arms, but he didn't; he knew she was too prideful. "You want to know about my family? Fine! The only reason I have never talked about them is because you never asked. As for meeting them, it is incredibly hard to hunt down my only brother. You know I was raised as a Lady; he is the Marquess of Rothgar. I wouldn't think you ever would want to meet him, as you've constantly told me the faults in our government! There! That is my big secret!"

"Your secret isn't as insane as mine is," Peter said softly. He stood up and walked towards Portia; she tried to move away from him, but he stopped her. He lifted her chin up with a finger, making her look him in the eyes. "You know I love you Port, but there are some things I can never tell you."

Port nodded, but Peter knew she still wanted to know. But he couldn't tell her; he silently made a vow to never tell her of his other life unless he needed to go back. But Aslan had told him he would never go back, so there was nothing to worry about.

Portia sighed, remembering that day. She knew his secret had to do with this letter and she didn't like it. What couldn't he tell her? Didn't he trust her? She sighed and ran a hand through her auburn curls. She then decided what to do. She put the letter down on the bed and walked towards the closet and got down on her knees. She poked around a bit until she found a red-velvet clad box. It was locked, but she imagined opening it. But he had asked her not to, so she wouldn't. She sighed and knew what she was going to do. It would annoy everyone who knew her, but she didn't care.

She opened up the door, with the letter and the box in hand. "James, I'm going to be gone for a few days, I think. I'm going to the country. If anyone comes for me, just tell him or her I had urgent business to attend with my brother at home. Thank you so much!" And without hearing his response, the green-eyed beauty lifted up the dropped messenger bag and ran out of the dorm, heading for the closest train station. She was going to find Peter.

A/N: Tell me what you think; review and another chapter will follow. If not… Well, I won't continue writing.