Alright, this is my first time writing a fanfic for this site. Hope you enjoy it!

Summary: A country to the South of Calormene, formerly unknown to Narnia, is now asking the Kings and Queens for help. Peter and Susan travel there to discuss a treaty. Peter meets someone who will change his life, and a plot slowly unravels that could change Narnia, and the world, forever.

Peter wearily wrote a reply to yet another letter. They were polite, but firm. He was not interested in marrying someone he had not met. And neither was he interested in meeting someone who would be trying to woo him. If, and that was a strong if, he ever got married, he didn't want it to be for the sake of marrying. He wanted it to be, and however cliché it sounded, for love.

And so he signed the letter and sealed it, adding the paper to a stack of replies. It seemed that more and more countries were throwing their daughters, sisters, aunts, nieces, and whatever else at him. Terebinthia's King sent a letter offering either of his two daughters, or his mother! Peter had almost thrown up.

What was everyone's obsession with him getting married? If it was a human heir they wanted, Susan would give them one soon. She seemed to be trying her best at that. She seemed to love the attention suitors gave her, and she invited all of them to the palace. She had an almost grace to it, inviting one for two weeks, and then having him leave the morning of the day another was to arrive. Peter would never be able to do that.

He sighed. Thankfully, that had been the last letter. He stood up and stretched, his sore muscles causing a groan to escape his lips. Maybe he should have one of his advisors pen the replies. Tumnus had beautiful handwriting. Tumnus enjoyed that sort of work. He already did it for Lucy, who got a limited number of letters at 15. Edmund ignored his, choosing instead to flirt with whatever girl he fancied at this ball or that feast. And Susan, well, she was Susan.

He put away his writing things, then picked up the stack of letters. He left his study, and headed towards the dining hall. On the way he handed the letters off to a servant to place in the hands of Mr. Tumnus, who would make sure they all got delivered correctly. Then he walked into the dining hall. He had missed lunch.

Neither of his sisters were there, but Edmund was munching on some figs while he talked to a large Tortoise. Peter smiled when he saw them. Old Shelly, as they called him(it was short for Shellamurkin, or something like that), was old enough to have known each and every King and Queen of Narnia, leading back to Frank and Helen. As such, he was full of stories to tell, although the Pevensies had long since figured out that they probably weren't accurate, as they changed from day to day.

Edmund turned at the sound of the door, and grinned. "Come on over, Peter. Shelly just finished telling me about the birth of Narnia. Apparently I must have missed some things before."

Peter laughed, and came and sat down. A badger came in and asked if he wanted something to eat, and after he had told her what he would like he turned to his brother.
"What sorts of things?"

Old Shelly wheezed out a slow sentence. "This little hatchling didn't remember how the flying horse got his wings."

Peter smiled. "And how did the flying horse get his wings?" Peter and Edmund exchanged glances. There were no flying horses in Narnia, although there were griffons.

"Weeeeelllll," Shelly began, "there was a young horse who always would jump into the air, trying to fly. One day he leapt off of a cliff, and would have fallen to his death. But amazingly, wings appeared, and he flew to safety. After that, he helped a young boy get an apple. But soon after, he spent too much time on the ground, and the wings fell off."

Edmund was shaking his head slowly. Peter smiled kindly at Shelly. :Ah, of course I remember it. Even if Edmund doesn't."

Shelly nodded vigorously. "Well, that's good. Now, I must be going. I'm not as young as I used to be." He yawned, then waddled off.

By now, Peter's food was ready, and so he proceeded to eat. While he did, Edmund entertained him with other stories Shelly had told. As Peter was finishing, the door to the hall opened and Oreius entered.

"Sires, an emissary has arrived. He says he is from Lorsolum. I have never heard of it."

Peter frowned. Edmund grunted softly. "It sounds familiar. I think I read about it once." Peter turned back to the centuar. Admit him into the audience room. Edmund and I will meet him there."

Oreius bowed. "At once, sires." He trotted out of the hall. Peter and Edmund took another doorway and went into the audience room. Edmund suddenly snapped his fingers.
"I've got it! Lorsolum. Calormene split once, over some sort of dispute, like 700 years ago. They fought a war, and the losers were banished. They went south, and formed a new country. Lorsolum."

Peter nodded slowly. "Alright. Guess we'll find out more in a minute."

A few minutes later Oreius led in a small group of people. There were five of them, and they had dark, although not really brown, skin. More of a bronze color. One of them was better dressed, and he stepped forward to address them.

"Your Majesties, I am Hassin. I am an ambassador from the kingdom of Lorsolum. We are a small, modest kingdom that lies south of Calormene. We have until recently lived in peace with the Calor, until lately. Our King requests the presence of the High King of Narnia," he looked between the two, unsure of which was the High King, "at his castle in Lorsolum, where you may perhaps discuss a treaty?"

Peter exchanged glances with Edmund. It didn't seem like a trick, although they almost never did. Edmund shrugged, and so Peter turned back to Hassin.

"Ambassador, I would of course be pleased to visit your kingdom. If you would, you and your entourage may stay here at the palace until we are free to leave. I also wish to discuss this with my sisters, the Queens, and with my brother. If you wouldn't mind, if you could speak with Oreius here about certain topics. Travel, and environment, and things of that sort."

He smiled pleasantly. Hassin bowed. "It would be my pleasure." He turned and followed Oreius out, his escort trailing behind him. Peter turned to Edmund. "Well?"

Edmund shrugged again. "Don't know. I guess you'll find out more when you get there"
Peter nodded slowly. "Let's go find the girls, and see what they think of this."

Okay, let me know what you think. Please review. Constructive criticism is preferred, even wanted, but I would appreciate no flames. Thank you.