A/N: Here it is, the follow-up chapter of "On Your Side." I hope you enjoy it.

Soundtracks:

Terms – Harry Gregson-Williams

The Battle of Kerak – Harry Gregson-Williams

Gudernes Vilje – Myrkur (Caspian and Susan's Theme)

Enjoy!


Two guards stood outside a well-locked, ornate door, their postures straight and proudful, if not slightly worn out. Sweat gathered on their brows underneath their pointy guardsmen helmets. They were thankful that the merciless sun would subside, and that the night would soon fall. One of the guards yawned widely.

Footsteps rang down the hallway, their echo calling out between the arches.

The guards looked towards the sound, and around the corner came the inhumanely tall guard of the Tisroc, may he live for ever, along with two female servants, their faces covered with a white shawl. Both wenches looked down as they followed the large man, who soon halted in front of the guards.

"Al-Riyadh, what brings you here?" one guard asked as he straightened up.

"The Chamber of Impediment is due for an annual cleaning," was his response.

"By whose orders?" one of the guards demanded. Al-Riyadh stared the guard down and strode over until he hovered above him with a threatening glare.

"The Tisroc, may he live for ever, demands so, if it is to be presented to the eyes of the Narnian royals. You dare disagree with him? Brave be the one who dare question our holy leader. If not, I suggest you go about your business and return once we are done." Al-Riyadh spoke in his deep voice, staring them both down. The veil-wearing maidens behind him said not a word and kept their eyes down.

The guard flickered his eyes, sighed quickly, and turned around, key in hand.

"Very well," he spoke, and opened the many locks on the chamber door.

Once opened, the guards turned expectantly towards Al-Riyadh.

Said guard shooed the two servants inside with a flick of his hand and a click of his tongue. They walked briskly inside the room, and the guard closed the door after them.

Al-Riyadh nodded once towards the guards, signalling that he would take over from here. They marched away from the door.

"Ah, one more thing." Al-Riyadh said, making the two guards turn, and as he did, Al-Riyadh swift as a bolt of lightning, unsheathed his scimitar, and in one strike, sliced both guards' throats in one blow. The sound of their gurgled cries quickly died out as their bodies collapsed.

Al-Riyadh rapped thrice on the door in a pattern to give his signal before dragging the two bodies away from sight.

The servant maiden, who was in fact Rhea in disguise, listened against the door, and once she heard the three raps, turned towards the other servant maiden, namely Susan.

"He gave the signal, we have a few minutes to get the crystal," Rhea said as she removed her shawl. Susan did the same. They turned towards the room.

The room with the staircase stood empty apart from three tall marble statues along each wall, each in all different poses. Each statue resembled sorrow and anguish in each beautiful and captivating way. The statue capturing a crying woman holding a platter with a decapitated man's head caught Rhea's attention the most.

The two females rushed over to the top of the staircase, where a pillar stood. Thick glass was put as a security measure over the velvet cloth underneath. The crystal, shimmering more than the blue sky and sea, rested upon a red velvet bed.

Both women tried to pry the glass away, hoping it was a lid that could be removed. They were unsuccessful.

Rhea sighed desperately and looked expectantly at Susan, who gathered a thought.

She unhooked the necklace she wore and prayed the edges on the sapphire would be enough to cut the glass.

"Yes, good idea!" Rhea exclaimed. Susan put the gem hard against the glass and attempted to cut through the glass. After a few attempts, cracks appared on the glass, and after she pushed against the middle of the circle she had tried to cut out, the glass gave in.

Susan gasped as she cut her arm during the procedure but did not hesitate to grab the crystal inside, blood trickling down her arm as she did.

"Alright, come on," Susan called, and the two females quickly made their way to the door. Susan knocked thrice on the door as planned, and Al-Riyadh opened the door.

"You have it?" he asked as he noticed the Queen's bleeding arm.

"Yes yes, now let's get out of here!" she spoke, merely above a whisper.

They covered themselves with the shawl again and followed Al-Riyadh towards their meeting spot. Susan tried as best as she could to stop her bleeding arm, but a few drops of blood trickled down to the tiled floor.

. . .

In the study where they had first made alliances with Al-Riyadh, Peter, Caspian, Edmund and Caine was waiting for the next part of the plan to be executed. Peter nor Caspian liked the idea of the Tisroc's general taking both females of the group away, but the idea Susan and Al-Riyadh had proposed would be the most probable as the servants were mainly maidens.

Their only comfort was that the two girls had aid with them, and that they knew their way around defending themselves.

The waiting was agonizing all the same.

But then, the door opened, and the trio came into the room. Peter and Caine sighed in relief that both girls were alright.

"Su, your arm," Peter noted, and reached out to grab the bloodied wrist, but his sister merely shrugged him off and handed him the bloodied crystal. Caspian looked at her with a look of concern, then scowled at Al-Riyadh, who impatiently flared his nostrils.

"It's fine – now do as we planned and wait outside so we can change." The oldest Queen ordered.

Al-Riyadh stood guard as the men scurried outside.

To master the illusion, they had agreed to wear cuffs on their wrists as to not raise suspicion when Al-Riyadh brought them past the guards at the first gate. However, were something to go awry during their escape, the cuffs could be released with a quick yank of the wrist as they were not locked.

Susan and Rhea exited the room shortly after, seemingly all set and dressed in their travelling gear.

Cuffs on, the company followed Al-Riyadh, trying to keep their gaze down as much as possible.

So far, nobody had questioned the tall guard as to why he was bringing the royals out of the palace and on whose authority.

That was, until they were to pass the guards in the courtyard.

"Halt." Called two guards as they approached the General.

"Step aside." Al-Riyadh demanded in his low growling voice.

"Forgive me, general, but our Tisroc, may he live forever, ordered that the Narnians were not to leave the Palace under any circumstances," one of the guards called, not the least afraid of Al-Riyadh's tall stature. He looked amused, if anything, with a raised brow as he shifted the grip on his golden pike.

"Our Liege has ordered these barbarians to be imprisoned until they either give up the islands that belong to Calormen, or are executed," Al-Riyadh explained dryly. The Royals kept their eyes down.

"My men and I have not heard of this order," the guard protested.

Al-Riyadh noted that four guards came up behind them from afar.

"Do not let them cross!" A guard shouted as the four guards pointed pikes at them.

A neglected fact crossed Susan's mind, and she gasped at the memory. Peter and Caspian tried to keep unnerved as they registered her alarmed gasp.

"The blood…" she whispered to Rhea, who swallowed hard.

Peter and Caspian shared a gaze of determination and the cuffs on their wrists rattled as they prepared to release them momentarily.

The guards must have noticed the trail of blood coming from the cut on Susan's arm, and seen where the trail started, putting one and one together.

Finding Al-Riyadh here with the emperor's captives were not a coincidence in their eyes, and proof enough of their betrayal.

The guard with the golden pike shifted his stance to a more threatening one as two more appeared behind him with their pikes pointing at the group of Narnian's.

"Should his lordship wish to see it, I have a letter of conduct right here," Al-Riyadh explained, and brought his hands towards a pouch on his hip to give it to the guard.

That gave him the moment he needed to grab his scimitar and slice open the guard's chest during the blink of an eye. The two guards behind the fallen one met the same fate when they attempted to attack the general.

"Engage!" one of the guards behind them ordered, and two more guards appeared with scimitars at the ready.

The Royals threw away their handcuffs easily and readied themselves for flight.

Al-Riyadh finished off the last of the guards blocking their way.

"To the stables!" he exclaimed as they all made a run for it. The stables were located down a cobblestone slope - luckily, not far.

Al-Riyadh slaughtered the two guards guarding the stables as they had engaged without a thought when they all came running.

Once inside, the general brought their weaponry from a pile of hay; he had taken their gear away and hidden it there for their plan to continue. Now that the plan of action hadn't gone exactly after plan, they would have to fight their way out.

"We need to hurry it up, they've sounded the alarm!" Edmund established to the group as he had watched from the barn doors. The alarm bell from the courtyard could be heard loud and clear.

Four guardsmen approached the large set of barn doors as they readied their crossbows. They had paid attention from another building and decided to engage whilst the Narnian's were caught inside the stables. One of them signalled with a finger towards the back and brought another with him to investigate the front set of doors. They readied their crossbows before attacking.

Whilst doing so, the barn doors pulled open, seven riders galloped out the barn doors. The guards could not comprehend what had happened before Peter and Caspian had brought down deadly blows with their swords from atop their horses, cutting two of the guards down as the seven galloped wildly through the streets.

"To the front gate, follow me!" Al-Riyadh shouted over the sound of the bell as he urged his red-coated, slim mare forward.

. . .

The Tisroc and his party of guards stood atop a balcony and overlooked the incident. Despite fuming inside, the emperor kept his calm exterior, apart from flaming brown eyes.

"Fire at will," he called, before leaving the balcony. The guards with the crossbows aimed and fired at the escaping group who now proceeded through the streets to exit through the main gates. Once the group were in too far a range to hit with their crossbows, one ran to signal the Captain's Guard.

People in the market district found their way back to their homes as they too heard the bell, and some where witness to the event as well. The colourful blankets, banners and silks lay abandoned to flicker in the sun as the people of Tashbaan fled the streets.

Al-Riyadh galloped passed the city's synagogue, and around the corner Caspian, Peter, Edmund, Caine, Susan and Rhea followed suit atop their horses, who sweated and foamed at the mouth. Crossbow bolts flew past the corner as riding guardsmen pursued them through the streets, missing Rhea's stolen steed by an inch.

Al-Riyadh saw the gate ahead and urged his horse forward. A bolt whistled past his shoulder, grazing his flesh. The general halted his horse harshly, and pulled up a bola. He flung the bola behind him, and watched as the two Narnian females just missed a heavy string of clothes and baskets and lanterns that fell down onto the guardsmen behind them. Flames rose from the oil that came from the lantern. They heard the horses scream behind them, and a guard fell off his mount as he was caught up in flames.

"Through here, with me!" Al-Riyadh called as he pulled out his sword to face the guardsmen at the gate. Two of the guards desperately tried to close the heavy gate, but it proved to be troublesome for only two of them. Swiftly grabbing her bow, Susan shot a warning arrow towards the guards, and they jumped back at the arrow that buried itself in the marble wall between them and the lodge.

Al-Riyadh, with Edmund and Peter close behind him galloped past the guardsmen, cut down those in their path, and managed to escape the city.

A guard from atop the gate's tower, a nervous young man, pointed his golden crossbow, sweat covering his brow.

Caspian looked briefly behind him to make sure both Caine and Rhea and Susan were behind him and urged Destrier forward.

As they rode, a whistling sound was heard, a painful groan from Caine shortly after. Caspian turned around to see his friend was shot. The bolt had buried itself in his shoulder, just below his clavicula.

"Caine!" Rhea called as her colleague barely held onto his horse in pain.

The moment of hesitation costed them the escape. The gate went down with a thunderous crash, locking them inside.

Peter and Edmund saw the scene as they turned their heads, and when they noticed their sister and their friends were not behind them, they turned their steeds around.

"No!" Peter shouted. Al-Riyadh locked gazes with Caspian, and pointed an arm to the east from here, hoping the Telmar-Narnian King would understand. More guards entered the area, and Caspian gave Al-Riyadh a subtle nod, and brought his horse around.

"We'll find another exit, stick together!" Caspian shouted as he kicked Destrier off to his left into a different street. Rhea, Caine and Susan followed suit.

"Come on!" Al-Riyadh called to Peter and Edmund, and they galloped over the river, and then turned left once outside the castle walls. The navigated through a small forest of palms and dry grass.

. . .

Rhea and Caspian rode with their swords at the ready, in case they would need them to cut through. Luckily, as they rode past several marked booths and buildings hosting civilians, they saw a gathering of guardsmen, now making up a blockade for them to cut past.

Over a dozen guards gathered before them on foot, pikes at the ready.

Susan readied her bow and shot two of the men that threatened to lower the gate. The third one would not be strong enough to lower the gate on his own.

"Caspian, we can't get through here!" Rhea exclaimed as she readied to stop her steed.

Said man still kicked his large mount forward, and when the guards readied themselves for an impact as the Telmar-Narnian King led his horse to be impaled, the jet-black stallion jumped.

Destrier lifted himself up into the sky; horse and rider flew past the pikes and over the guards.

The dozen guards screamed in fear as they dodge certain death, stumbling into each other as they did. The shoes on Caspian's horse casted sparks of fire as they descended into the ground just past the guards.

Taken aback, Caine's horse followed through, riding down a man in the process. Caine held on with all the strength he could muster. Rhea cut down a guard in her path, giving Susan a safe path to ride through.

Turning to the right, Caspian and his company rode towards a smaller, yet heavy gate of iron. If they did not manage to escape now, they never would.

A guard finally managed to cut the windlass down, and the gate dropped.

Heart pounding in his ears, Caspian heard the horses follow behind him.

The tail on Susan's horse were snagged by a hair as the gate shut down.

Caspian turned in the saddle to make sure they all were with him whilst his horse continued. The bolts following them from the gatehouse died down as they were now out of range.

Rhea exclaimed a call of victory as they urged their exhausted horses onwards into the forest of palms and across the river.

Caspian knew that Aslan were with them that day. How else did they survive?

. . .

Al-Riyadh, Peter and Edmund had trouble finding the rest of their company after they had been separated. Al-Riyadh had hoped they would find them on the outskirts of the dessert, yet they were nowhere to be found.

"How far could they have gone?" Edmund asked as he looked about. They were in luck that no cavalry had followed them outside Tashbaan.

"They might have ridden past the villages outside the city walls?" Peter thought aloud as he too squinted to see any traces of them.

The sun rested low in the sky, and it would soon be dark, this is what concerned Peter. They could be ambushed in the night if they strayed too close to Tashbaan.

"We should try finding tracks. The forest is our best hope," Al-Riyadh said as he pointed north, away from the city wall.

And so, they rode on.

. . .

"Caspian, we must find Peter and Edmund before nightfall," Susan said as she trotted her horse up beside the King, who was walking his horse in the lead. Rhea was riding beside Caine as she held both horses' reins.

"We can't stay too close to the city walls; we might be ambushed. We need to find a safe area first, then we can search for them," he said in the calmest voice he could muster in such a stressful situation.

"But-"

"Your Majesties, Caine is losing too much blood. We can't go on like this for long," Rhea called from behind them, interrupting her. Caspian halted his horse, as did the Queen at his side.

"No, I'm fine, I can keep going." Caine said through gritted teeth. Rhea gave him a look of exasperation.

A sharp sigh escaped Susan as she investigated the sky, and noticed a few stars shyly made their appearance.

"We only have a few hours left until dark. If we're not being pursued, the elements will take us soon enough." Susan stated as she gazed at him firmly. Caspian sighed heavily as he rubbed his forehead in thought.

She was right, of course. The boiling hot sun during the day made for even colder nights out in the desserts with no shelter to speak of.

"Look!" Rhea exclaimed as she pointed out into the sky. "That's the pretty star." Susan and Caspian turned their heads to look where their guard was pointing.

"Liliandil." Caspian said, more relieved than anything.

"And not a moment too soon," Susan added.

The star glimmered a sapphire blue, larger than a gem in the sky, and the star rested above the palms to their right, and it would take them a while to get there but following the star would be their best bet.

"Let us go. Caine, are you sure you can hold on for a while longer?" Caspian asked his friend, who looked paler than usual.

"Yeah, I'll manage."

"Good. Come along, then," Caspian ordered, and his horse walked on across the heavy sand and they soon made their way into the wilderness.

. . .

Al-Riyadh believed it all to be nonsense. A star? Why would following a star be of any help? Alas, he respected the Narnian's belief that the star on the sky would be their way to finding the two kings' sibling and their friends again.

They soon walked in between palms, and the moonlight shone onto their path of dry grass and other shrubs. The blue star stood bright upon the canvas of the sky, and they followed it suit.

Al-Riyadh halted his horse and unsheathed his weapon when they heard rustling leaves and a horse snort on their right. Peter and Edmund followed his lead, and they held their ground as they waited to see who came to keep them company.

"Caspian!" Edmund exclaimed once he recognized Destrier and the Narnian emblem on the horse's breastplate in the dark.

"Ed!"

"Edmund!" Susan called behind Caspian, feeling ever so relieved. Peter sighed in relief once he saw his sister, Caspian, and Rhea had joined them.

"Thank goodness it's you!" Peter called and dismounted his horse. Susan dismounted just as quickly to run and meet him in a hug. He grasped her head in his hands and rested his forehead against hers.

"I thought you'd be killed once the gate came down!" Peter revealed with a nervous chuckle as he hugged his younger sister once again. He then met Caspian and Rhea's gaze who came riding up to them.

"How did you do it?" Peter asked in disbelief, but his face soon turned into that of worry when he saw Caine had been shot and injured.

"We got out with a whole lot of luck," Caspian stated atop Destrier.

"Yes, and with a whole lot of recklessness." Rhea added in a tone that was not at all amused, earning her a look of irritation from Caspian.

"Well, it doesn't matter. We're safe for now, which is all that matters," Peter added as he squeezed Susan's shoulder before getting his horse.

"You," Caspian spoke up and rode over to Al-Riyadh. "You have my thanks, friend," he said gratefully, nodding a small bow, which was returned by the Calormene General.

. . .

They all rode a bit further through the forest to find a suitable place to build camp. Once they had a fire going, and taken out the gear from the saddlebags, they could remove the bolt still stuck in Caine's shoulder.

Peter and Caspian held the shirtless man whilst on their knees, as Susan sat and bent over behind Caine's shoulder, her hand finding the bolt. Caine groaned in agony and thrashed away from the pain as she attempted to grasp the bolt.

"Hold him." Susan ordered as Edmund and Rhea also held his legs. Susan held tightly around the bolt, and she bit her lip as she tried to pry the bolt out. Blood poured out from his wound, making the bolt slippery and difficult to get a grasp around it.

"One, two…" she counted, before yanking the bolt out of his shoulder.

Caine screamed as agonizing pain seared through his body. Peter and Caspian held the man's arms with all their might as he yerked violently in pain. His black curls lay slickened back as feverish sweat covered his whole body.

Susan looked at the bolt in her hand and sighed a "damnit" in surrender. The bolt had snapped at the head, meaning a piece was still left in his shoulder. Her reaction did not go unnoticed.

"Lay him down, and keep holding him still," she demanded as she straightened up onto her knees and grabbed one of her daggers. She pulled out a small vial from her satchel. She squeezed in between Caspian and Rhea and grabbed Caine's face with one hand. His eyes were rolled back as he drifted back and forth between unconsciousness and present.

"This won't be pleasant, but you'll thank me later." Susan assured him, before putting a piece of wood between his teeth.

She held one hand at his shoulder and prepared the blade coated with alcohol.

"Hold him down at my call," she told them all, her dagger pointing at his skin.

"Now," she called as she made an incision underneath his clavicle. Caine groaned in pain, his whole body shaking.

Rhea felt sick to the stomach at the sight, not least at the state her friend and colleague was in.

Dropping her dagger, she now dug into the incision to reach the arrowhead that was still lodged in his shoulder. A few seconds later, she had the arrowhead in her fingers, whole and intact.

Caspian and Peter were impressed with the amount of strength it demanded to hold the man down so Susan could perform the procedure as effortlessly as possible. Caine moaned and whimpered in pain.

She reached for the bottle of alcohol and poured a healthy amount of it onto the wound.

Caine spat out the wooden piece with a violent scream. It was unbearable.

Susan was almost relieved when his head thudded down as he fainted, for she needed to cauterize the wound. Caine would be grateful had he known how painful it was.

She heated the blade before placing the edge of the blade flat down onto both wounds. The sizzling sound and smell of burning flesh turned Rhea's stomach, and it demanded every power in her being to not vomit.

Once done, Susan released a puff of air as tension left her body. She flicked the long braid over her shoulder.

"There. Now he needs rest," she said, stroking his hair in sadness that she had to injure him further for him to survive the ordeal.

"Well done, Sue," Peter praised, before getting help from Edmund to move Caine to a more pleasant spot by the fire so he could rest.

. . .

Later that night, the moon stood low in the sky, nearing sunrise in but a few hours. All Pevensies and both guards slept soundly, but one could not find it in her body to rest. She had had a couple of hours rest, that sufficed her anxious heart.

Susan sat further up, away from the clearing that the other's slept. She was sat leant against a trunk as she looked over the stretched desert dunes. The city of Tashbaan could be seen far away, as its lights shimmered in the distance.

She heard dry grass being trod down behind her, and she whipped around from her seat, about to grab her dagger.

"It's me." Caspian's voice reassured her, and she sighed in relief as she sat back against the trunk.

He had left his cloak and wore now his shirt untied at the front, with half of his hair held back. A few rebellious strands of dark locks had escaped none the same. His arms were bare as he had pushed his shirt up to his elbows. He leant against the trunk, crossed his arms and looked down at her as she sat with crossed legs with her back against the tree.

"Why are you not asleep?" Susan asked him, her fine brows furrowed in question.

"Same reason as you, I presume," he replied with a small sigh under his voice. She looked away at his reply, stirring in her seat.

Eyeing her for a second, he damned courtesies, and acted on what he knew in his heart was right.

He sat down beside her with a small groan, their thighs touching. He stretched out the arm at her side, and she bent slightly forward in instinct. She did not want to pressure him and gave him the space he needed.

Proving her wrong, Caspian snaked his arm around her lower back and waist and pulled her into the nook of his arm.

Surprised, yet not unpleasantly so, she slid further down so her head could rest against the nook of his shoulder. She dared to sigh as she looked out into the landscape with him holding her close – his warmth soothed her.

The muscles in his arm rippled as he stroked her arm tenderly. She felt his heart pound steadily under her neck.

They said nothing for a while.

She was so small beside him, alike a baby doe pressing down onto a flower field.

"I wonder if Lucy is out there somewhere, looking at the same moon as we are," Susan said quietly, more to herself, he suspected, than to him.

"I have every faith that she is," he replied huskily, and looked down to see a small tear escape her long dark eyelashes.

"We'll find her, I promise." Caspian spoke tenderly. He knew she did not care for promises, but in this case, anything else was out of the question.

"The question is 'how'. We're out of leads, Caspian," she said, turning around to meet his gaze, who looked out towards the desert with a small sigh escaping his nose.

Once again, she was right.

"We are in no shape to travel until Caine has woken up and drank the potion the Professor gave us. We'll work it out when the sun rises and we can get past the border," Caspian tried to reassure her, but she did not seem eased by his reply.

"Liliandil might be our best shot. If she can guide us, she will," he tried to assure her further and grasped her hand in his, holding it to his heart. Her breathing quickened, and he could feel her distress building as she turned from his gaze.

"Do you trust me?" he asked her as he shifted in his spot to look at her directly. The scar crossing his right eye and cheekbone softened his sable gaze by a mile, and his question dragged her back down to here and now. His face was close to hers, and she swallowed anxiously. She looked down a brief second, before looking at him through dark lashes with her silvery eyes.

"With my life," she responded with a quiet, yet truthful voice.

Feeling a pang of deepened affection at her honest reply, he grabbed her jaw with one tender hand, and brought her close. She met his lips and responded to his kiss. She held her hands against his chest as his hand travelled from her jaw to the back of her neck. Feeling her now shake against him, he pulled slightly back to rest the side of his face against hers and pulled her body against him and between his legs. He enveloped her as one of his arms supported behind the middle of her shoulder blades, whilst the other stroked the back of her head against her braided hair.

She instinctively rested her head against him and dug her face into the crook of his neck against his hair. Holding her close, he waited for her to respond. Soon, he felt her relax and her arms holding him back, and she trembled underneath his arms. Small sobs escaped her as he felt warm tears coat the skin of his neck.

"It's okay…" he cooed against her shoulder as he softly rubbed her back.

He did not know if her reaction were caused by the incidents that happened that day, the stressful events after, the worry for what happened, could happen and should not happen or her revelation that she did indeed trust him to make the right decisions for them.

He did not know and were not about to question her about it. If Caspian the Tenth had learned anything about this woman, it was that Susan Pevensie, was indeed not a talker. She was quiet, reserved and hesitant of opening up, even to her siblings. And so, the fact that she had just now exposed her heart to Caspian, trod her feet in uncertain waters, and chosen to be close to him, despite not knowing what the future held for them, meant everything to him. He cooed soothing words as she wept against his neck.

He held her against him until she quietened down enough for him to rest against the tree with her in his arms. When he stirred, he noticed she had passed out against his strong chest, exhausted and worn, now sleeping quietly against him. He bent down to kiss her bare shoulder and neck and propped her against him.

"We'll be alright…" he whispered as he looked upon her angelic face, her full, lush lips slightly apart as she slept.

He spent a few more moments admiring her in this form, this vulnerable form in his arms he would not see again in the near future. He stroked back a few strands of raven locks that had escaped its braid. He admired the handywork from nimble fingers that had braided her thick, long hair away so elegantly.

"We'll be alright, you and me…"

She was his one, he knew this now. She was the Queen of his heart, and no one could ever take her away from him, they could only dare. Aslan himself could not pry her away, he was sure of that.


A/N: Gosh, what a rollercoaster! This is the longest chapter yet, and I hope you enjoyed it.

I'll try to publish soon again, and I try to reply you guys' PM's as often as I can!

Until then,

Dragon