"Ivar, have you even sat down with yours and her parents yet?"

"No."

"Where did you hide the package Professor Kirke sent you?"

"In your chambers."

"What?!"

"My parents wouldn't look there, and they can't know what it is until I talk to them. I'm honestly glad Aslan wasn't at breakfast. I suppose I'll go find Aslan. I would prefer to talk to him, my parents, and Mr. and Mrs. Bedwell all at once."

"Why don't you go ask him how much longer he's staying?"

"Good point."

Ivar rode off into the woods to find Aslan, thinking that is where he would most likely be. He was able to find him at the ruins of Cair Paravel.

"I know what you've come to ask me, Ivar."

"You do?"

"Of course. It is obvious what goes on between Caoilfhionn and yourself. There's tension and there's caring. Not to mention the four kisses two have shared."

"You know about the fourth one?!"

"There is nothing to worry about, Son of Adam. I honestly would not give my blessing to anyone else asking for her hand. She has already died for you once, and I know you would gladly do the same for her."

"I certainly would. So, you are giving me your blessing, Aslan."

"I am. But, also be sure to ask Mr. and Mrs. Bedwell."

"I will. Thank you, Aslan!"

Ivar ran up to Aslan and hugged him, then rode back to the citadel, leaving Aslan alone with his thoughts.

"You hear that, Úna? Someone is in love with Caoilfhionn. And not for her throne, not for her body, but for her as a person. A man finally sees her as that."

When Ivar got back to the citadel, he immediately began looking for Peter.

"Peter! Peter Pevensie! Peter where are you?!"

"Ivar, what's wrong?"

"Do you know where Peter is, Lucy?"

"I think he's at Aslan's How."

"Perfect. I can talk to him in seclusion."

"What do you need secluded from?"

"Nothing. Don't worry about it."

Ivar rode off again to Aslan's How, where he found Peter sitting on the spot where he and Miraz dueled.

"Did you find Aslan?"

"Yes."

"And?"

"And he gave me his blessing."

"Did you go ahead and talk to Mr. and Mrs. Bedwell?"

"No. When we head back to the castle, I'm talking to them next. And my parents."

"Hold on, Ivar."

"Hold on what? You're backing down in supporting me on this are you?"

"No, it's just, Kayla is fifteen, so her parents might not say yes. Your parents might not agree with you either."

"I didn't say I'd marry her right after Kayla said yes!"

"You did in the Golden Age."

"We were older then, so it wasn't a problem."

"Ivar. Do you think there's another reason we were sent to England? Besides for our safety?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, what was the other world supposed to teach us? The cruelty of life? We could have learned that here."

"We would have learned that by dying here. The White Witch's spell would have killed you, Edmund, Lucy, and Susan, I would have been eaten up by a giant, and Kayla would have drank the nectar of Atropa Belladonna. What could we have learned by being dead?"

"You have a point."

"If we had stayed here, we would have died. We had to be sent way."

Peter knew Ivar was right. You never learn anything from your own death.

The day of August fifth arrived, and everything was ready for it. The hardest part was making so many marmalade rolls.

"What lavish dress are you wearing tonight, Kayla?"

"I'm going for something simple tonight. We were simply dressed when we came back."

"But you don't have any dresses that are really simple."

"That's the problem. So I have to find something that is the least bit fancy."

Kayla chose a high-low off-the-shoulder two-toned metallic jacquard gown, with the hem of the dress being gold and the centre being navy blue. For Susan, she chose a black chiffon dress with a deep v-neck and batwing sleeves. Lucy picked out for herself a blue dress with a velvet top and a satin skirt. The three of them headed down to the ballroom where the boys already were.

"Announcing their majesties Queen Susan the Gentle, Queen Lucy the Valiant, and her royal highness Dame Kayla, Lady Protector of Narnia, Baroness of Dancing Lawn, Guardian of the Dancing Trees and the Dryads."

"Wait, how many days passed between us meeting the Beavers and our coronation?"

"Four. We were crowned and given our titles on August ninth. That's also Daddy's birthday. Now, I am not planning another party again in four days. Susan, are you keeping up with your planning?"

"I haven't really had the chance to sit down and talk with Caspian."

"Now would be a good time."

Susan walked over to Caspian, and Ivar came walking up to Kayla, but Jalil got there first.

"May I have this dance, Kayla?"

"That's Lady Kayla to you, and no, you may not. I always dance with Lord Ivar first."

Jalil got upset and grabbed Kayla by her wrists.

"Listen to me! You will dance with me, and I will be your husband someday! You will do what I say!"

She was able to get her hands free, and she gave him a hard punch in the face. Jalil's father Hashim came running over.

"I should have you in irons for hitting my son!"

"Your son should be in irons for getting aggressive with me!"

Mr. Bedwell walked over to his daughter and grabbed Jalil off of the ground by his shirt.

"Next time you get aggressive with my daughter, or any other woman in this world, no deity you could ever pray to will save you! I will not hesitate to give you the treatment you give to those who you think are inferior to you! Are you alright, Kayla?"

"I'm alright, Daddy. He ain't no different from Rabadash."

"How dare you talk about Tisroc Rabadash in the manner!"

"I have the only right, Hashim! He tortured me for a week straight! And even though I knew what I had gotten myself into, I didn't think he'd have the balls to actually torture me. He had my back whipped till it bled like a waterfall!"

"As should any woman who disobeys a man!"

"If you ain't got anything good to say, then please shut your mouth!"

"You raised your daughter to disobey her masters?!"

"She has no master!"

"I only belong to God Almighty! I am a free woman! And as we have already told you, this is not Calormen! This is Narnia! Treat us women with disrespect and I'll give to you what Rabadash gave to me! Oh, and keep this in mind, ambassador. I'm more sadistic than Rabadash ever could have been."

The evening did not go as everyone had wished, but the men from Calormen needed to know their place.