The auburn haired woman knocked on the door of the large estate that she had arrived at and waited for the door to open. She still didn't understand why she was here; all she knew was that she had to come. She wouldn't give up on Peter, even if he had given up on her. As she thought of this, she had to blink back tears and say a silent prayer, praying that he hadn't given up on her. She tried to reassure herself, reminding herself of all the fun times they had together. Like when they met at the concert…the many picnics they went on… Their horseback rides in the country on their weekends off. Port's thoughts rested on that last one; she loved those memories much more than all others, save one. Nearly every time the two of them had gone horseback riding, Portia had nearly fallen off her horse from laughter as she watched Peter stand on his horse. He had tried teaching her once, but she had been too afraid to stand up; in the end she just watched.

But there was one memory that surpassed all other memories and that was the night he had proposed to her. The two had been at a restaurant, just like so many other nights. Before that the two had gone to see a film, but it had been so horrid they had left halfway through it. It was like any other night and then, during desert, Peter, never being average, had handed Portia a necklace box. She had looked at him questioningly, wondering if perhaps it was already their second anniversary as they had been dating for quite some time and for their first he had given her a bracelet. She opened the box to find a necklace but hanging on it was a silver ring with a single princess cut diamond with an engraving on its underside that read 'Will you marry me?' Port had been shocked and could barely manage to nod her head, let alone say yes…

Port closed her eyes, remembering that night and they suddenly flew open as she heard the door in front of her opening up. "Hello Ms. Malloren," Susan said politely. "It's nice to see you again," she said, greeting her. "Is Peter coming in with the bags?" Portia looked at Susan with an odd look.

"I beg your pardon, but I was sent here by Peter. In a letter? He said you were to join him once I gave you this box," the green eyed woman said, motioning to the box in her hand. Susan Pevensie looked down at it and shook her head. "I have no idea what he could mean by that," the gentle woman said. "Although, if you'd like to stay here until he returns, I'm sure he'll explain it to us both. You can use the guest room you used last time."

Portia was unsure what to say, so she merely accepted the invitation and made her way towards the guest room.

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As Portia carried the box away from her, Susan couldn't take her eyes off of it. It had all been a game, so what was Peter playing at? Why had he sent his fiancé to the estate alone, with the box that held absolutely nothing of importance? Susan tried to comfort herself; but nothing worked. She was uncomfortable with this whole situation. Where was Peter anyway? She knew Lucy and Edmund had been upstairs for hours or so, but she had thought Peter was arriving today. He was supposed to be bringing Portia, not sending her to leave.

Susan thought about this as she entered the study and sat down at the desk. Although Susan was more of a socialite than a scholar, she did enjoy reading. And at the moment she was reading a book about the Queens of England so she opened up the book to the page she had left off at and started to read. And then she suddenly looked up. She could have sworn she had heard a… She shook her head. It was impossible. She continued reading and then heard it again. She knew she was hallucinating, but she closed the book anyway and turned her eyes to the small lion statuette that was used as a paperweight. And then she saw it's mouth open and a roar came out of it. She nearly let out a small cry, but didn't as it started to speak to her in a voice that seemed as if it was from a dream.

"You were once Queen Susan the Gentle," the lion said softly. "You may forget it and you may forget me, but do not forget your siblings. Lead Peter's woman into Narnia; reclaim your title as Susan the Gentle." And then the lion was silent.

"What in the world was that?" Susan looked up as she heard Portia's voice. "Did your paperweight just speak?" she asked in shock, not understanding what was going on. But Susan did; it was as if a door opened in her mind and she remembered everything. How could she have forgotten Narnia? A small smile appeared on her lips and grew wider as she looked at the box that Port still held. She stood up from the chair and walked towards Portia. "Portia, the lion did speak; it reminded me of whom I once was." Portia looked at her as if she had gone mad, but she didn't mind. "May I have the box?"

Although Port had a look of reluctance on her face, she handed it over to Susan. Susan took the velvet-clad box and brought it over to the desk. She cleared off the books and placed the box on it. She lifted the lid from the box and inhaled deeply; it was as if looking at an old friend, two for that matter. She fingered the gold crown first and then picked up the gold wreath. She nearly placed it on her head, but didn't. It didn't belong in this world, the other world. It belonged in Narnia. She placed it back on the cloth it had been sitting on until moments before, shut the box, and then picked it up. She then turned to Portia, who clearly thought her mad. "Come with me, I know where Peter is," she said. He must have arrived before she had and had entered the wardrobe before her, Lucy and Edmund must have entered when they had gone upstairs hours before.

Susan led the way out of the study and up towards the spare room and couldn't help but feeling a bit left out that the others hadn't told her what was going on; but then again, if they had, she would have just laughed at them. She smiled and silently thanked Aslan, he had pulled her out of her stupor of stupidity. Never again would she doubt Narnia. She opened the door of the spare room and saw a similar box, although blue velvet covered it, not red, resting on the floor in front of the wardrobe. She could see the indentation of two crowns sitting on it only a short time before. She was about to open the door when she heard Portia cough. She turned, about to tell her not to think her insane, but to walk into the wardrobe with her, but Port cut her off.

"Peter told me to mention Caravel to you, if you gave me any trouble. What in heavens name did he mean?" the English woman asked.

The gentle queen smiled softly, "you will see. Follow me." Before Portia could say anything else, Susan had already entered the wardrobe, taking both the red and blue boxes with her. Portia looked at the wardrobe in shock and cried, "Susan! Have you gone mad?" But she got no reply. Port looked at the wardrobe with a question in her eyes and sighed, but she stepped into it anyways.

Expecting to walk straight into Susan who would be blocked by the wall of the wardrobe, when Portia realized that there was no back and she was walking in between trees, she let out a shriek. "What in the world is going on?" she demanded of the dark haired beauty that was walking in front of her.

Susan said nothing until the two stepped out of the woods and then she smiled as she saw the lamp post in front of her. "Welcome to Narnia," Susan said to Portia. "Peter is here. Come, I'll take you to him."

Portia looked at her to see if she had gone mad, " I refuse to move until you tell me where we are."

"I just did," Susan protested. "Narnia, specifically the Lamp Post, or the entrance from Earth. Peter went through the same thing you did most likely a day or so Earth time. It could possible be a year since he arrived."

"That is impossible," Portia said. "Time does not work like that. Every place's time works the same way. Wait- what am I saying? I think I'm-" But whatever Portia thought would never be known for someone or rather, something started to speak.

"Queen Susan!" Susan looked up and saw a very familiar fawn walking towards her. "Lucy said you forgot about Narnia but I couldn't believe the Gentle could ever do so. I am so happy I found you! You must come quickly!" Tumnus started rambling but Susan, and Port for that matter, only caught a few words such as 'marriage', 'Princess' and 'Peter'.

Port felt the color in her face drain away as she heard those words. Could Peter have left her to get married to someone else? But then she looked at the messenger of this news and she shook her head. She was hallucinating; she had to be. There was a fawn for heavens sake and she had just stepped through a wardrobe. Gathering this all in, Port started feeling extremely light-headed. The next thing she knew… Well, actually, she didn't know anything. All she saw was black.

But Susan and Tumnus saw Port fall to the ground in a dead faint.

A/N: So? What does everyone think?

Oh, and for anyone who has actually read the books. I know the Last Battle should happen before this, but I decided to change it. I hated how the books ended like that, with Narnia being destroyed, so I tweaked it. But I did make it so Susan doubted Narnia for some time. Any complaints about that bit? I don't want to hear!