A/N: Hey, peoples! Waz up? Oh, Aslan… *sigh* I'm going all gangster on you. Ignore all that. Anyways, so this is an awesome chapter, brought to you by, well, me! There's this one really awesome part when there's a huge fight over something that happened the night before, and it was honestly a lot of fun to write. And there's also this one part that led up to the fight that I didn't think out very well, and then the person just magically disappears later and I don't think we ever hear about her again, so that's just a little warning. So I'm going to let you enjoy reading this now and stop reading my gibber gabber.

Thanks to my readers, and a virtual cupcake to each and every one of my reviewers! I love you all! (Did that whole cupcake thing make anyone else hungry? My mouth is watering… mmm, just think of a sweet vanilla cupcake, the sweetest you've ever tasted, with delicious, creamy icing on top… oh, Aslan, help me! I'm going to want a cupcake for the rest of the day now!)

Disclaimer: I don't own Narnia.

-Chapter 6-

"It's hard enough having to see you, but having to see you while pretending to love you... it's terrible."
—Anonymous

The sound of movement in her bedroom was what awoke Analiese. Without even opening her eyes, she knew it was much too early to even be considering waking up. There wasn't enough sunlight shining through her lids and into her eyes to wake up. So she simply fell back asleep.

It seemed only two minutes later that Analiese again woke. This time, someone was trying to wake her up; she could feel someone tapping her shoulder. The blonde-haired girl rolled over to her other side. The tapper paused, then continued. Analiese turned so she was lying on her back again and opened her eyes to see light purple paint on the walls and a purple bedspread and lighter purple pillow cases and bed sheets surrounding her.

'Did someone come in my room in the middle of the night to remodel without me knowing?' Analiese wondered confusedly. She glanced around, her eyelids sagging drowsily. Shocked, Analiese started and jumped when she spotted Susan standing over her curiously.

"Susan!" Analiese exclaimed. "Where did you come from? Why are you in my bedroom at my house at this time of morning?"

Susan's confusion turned into, well, more confusion. Then she laughed. "Analiese, don't you remember?" Analiese raised an eyebrow as high as she could, what with her half-asleep body. "You stayed here overnight."

"Where's 'here'?" Analiese asked.

"At Cair Paravel, silly. Now, it's getting late and we have to begin wedding planning before daybreak. So get up, get ready, and let's get downstairs!"

"Before daybreak!" Analiese cried incredulously. "What time is it now?!" She sat up straight in the bed, looking around her for a clock, and finding none.

Susan looked to her left, where a dresser stood. On top of it stood a clock that Analiese had looked right over when searching the room. "It is five o'clock in the morning."

The future queen's mouth fell open. She couldn't speak for a few moments. "Susan," she said cautiously. "You woke me up... at five o'clock in the morning... for wedding planning?"

The Gentle Queen nodded her head enthusiastically with a huge smile on her face, seeing nothing wrong with what she did. Analiese simply shook her head and sighed to herself. There was no use in trying to explain to her soon-to-be sister-in-law why it was not proper to wake her at such an ungodly hour.

"So, where do we begin?" she asked, her eyes drooping as she tried to stay awake.

"Well, we can't go to the library looking like this!" Susan said, looking her friend over up and down. "Yes, you definitely need to wash your face and hair. Then we'll have to find you a nice, heavy dress to wear."

"Why a heavy dress?" Analiese asked.

"Because it will be chilly today, what with it being late autumn and whatnot, and we will be touring the beaches of the Cair with you," Susan replied, smiling to herself about touring the beaches. Analiese watched her daydreaming for a few minutes until Susan suddenly snapped out of her thoughts. She glanced aroung the room quickly and, seeing her simply sitting on her bed staring, Susan shooed Analiese to her bathroom, telling her to wash her face.

When the queen-to-be returned to Susan's bedroom, her hair had already been towel-dried, her face was washed, and she looked naturally gorgeous. She had a white silk bathrube tied around her body that reached her mid-thigh.

"Well, if it isn't the future wife of the High King," Susan said, looking up from her book and laying it covers-up on the bed she was lounging on. She smiled at the girl who was practically her sister, watching as she blushed at the mention of her fiancee.

"What would you like me to wear?" Analiese asked, changing the subject. She crossed her arms over her chest, feeling somewhat awkward in such a revealing robe.

Susan laughed. "Feeling uncomfortable?" Analiese nodded. "Don't worry, you get used to it."

"But I won't because I'm giving it back to you after I use it... right?"

"No, silly!" Susan laughed. "I'm letting you keep everything you use today and used last night. The things I lent you don't fit me anymore, and you probably need a bigger wardrobe, what with you becoming a queen soon." The Gentle Queen looked the blonde over from head to toe, twice. "Besides, that robe suits you."

Analiese smiled. "Thanks." She looked down to admire herself but instead found half of her legs bare and frowned. "I think."

"Oh, An, I didn't mean it like that!" They both began laughing hysterically at Susan's mistake and Analiese's embarrassment, until they heard a loud bang against the wall in the corridor outside the door.

Susan, who had already dressed in a moss green dress with darker moss colored stitching, went to the door and opened it to reveal a dark-haired man, with his back toward Susan, making out with a red-haired girl with freckles. The Gentle Queen was considering marching out into the hallway and confronting them when Analiese appeared beside her and gasped loudly. "Caspian!" she exclaimed, and the man spun around to see the two women behind him.

"Caspian, who-"

"Who is this?" Analiese finished for her. She had, so far, become closest to Caspian, out of all the kings and queens, and was appalled to find him in such a state. She would never have expected this from the Dissentient King.

"Busted," he squeaked out, shrugging innocently while wincing under Susan's heated glare.

"What are you doing?" the blonde-haired girl asked yet again.

The Dissentient King looked her over from head to toe, then returned his gaze to her head, only to refocus down lower and look pointedly at her exposed legs. "I could ask you the same thing."

Susan was taken aback when she noticed the Telmarine's slurred words. "Caspian, you're drunk!" she exclaimed, her eyes widening.

Analiese jumped a foot back, realizing what his words had meant, given his current state.

"Nah, we had no idea!" Edmund said, walking around a corner and approaching his friends. Peter followed slowly behind, looking tired. When they got closer, Edmund gasped. "Analiese, what are you wearing?"

"Well, we're supposed to be going to the library, and-"

"And where in Aslan's Country is it okay to wear that to a library? No, wait, let me rephrase that; where is it okay to wear that anywhere?!"

"It's not all she was going to wear. It's just a robe, Edmund. Chill," Peter spoke up for the first time, looking her over as well.

"Oh, you're just saying that because you like her." Peter glared at his brother so hard, Edmund was immediately reminded of the phrase, 'if looks could kill.' "Come on, Pete. You know you like it!"

Analiese stood in the doorway next to Susan, her mouth gaping open. She couldn't believe that the Just King would say something of that sort about her! "Excuse me, King Edmund," she said, "but your words are quite disrespectful. So I wish you to leave, and take your drunken friend with you."

"Who are you to boss me around, Lady Analiese?" he spat. "In case you have forgotten, you are not yet married to my brother, nor are you crowned High Queen. The wedding can still be called off if it comes down to it. Furthermore, you have no right to speak to a king in such a manner."

"You're drunk, Edmund. You don't know what you're saying," Susan spoke for her friend.

"I know plenty what I'm saying. That little... peasant can go rot in the dungeons for all I care!"

"Edmund!" Susan cried, wrapping an arm around her friend's shoulders.

"Stand up for her all you want, Su, but no one can deny the fact that-"

"Don't say another word!" Peter silenced his brother, moving to stand before his sister and fiancee.

"Pete, don't be so blinded. We all know that the real reason she's here and has even agreed to this thing is for the title," the youngest of the kings said.

"Avaline!" Susan called out loudly, hearing footsteps. The owner's pace quickened until the Passionate Queen herself appeared at the end of the corridor. When she saw the way the five people in the hallway were positioned, and the way her boyfriend sneered menacingly at his family, she ran closer.

"Ed!" she said, reaching over to take his hand when she was close enough.

"Not now, Ava."

"Ed-"

"I said not now, Avaline!"

Avaline took a step back, looking at him confusedly, trying to figure him out. "What is up with you?"

"Two words: bachelor's party," Peter replied from in front of Edmund.

"You had it early?" Susan exclaimed. "I thought we agreed to have it the traditional way, the night before the wedding."

"We thought we'd save you having to wake us up through the hangovers." He glanced at his sister, who was fuming. "What?"

"You let my baby brother drink?!" she shouted, taking a step closer to him with each word until his face was inches from hers. "What were you thinking?"

"I wasn't thinking, Su, that's the whole problem. None of us would even be in this argument right now if it weren't for me."

"You?"

"Who did you think decided the bachelor's party would be last night?" Peter replied sarcastically.

I don't know!" Here she turned to Caspian, whose red-haired friend had mysteriously disappeared. Susan wondered if she was a dryad or another creature of some sort. "I trusted you to take care of my brothers, and what do you do? You stab me in the back!"

Caspian winced at her menacing tone. "Figuratively speaking, yes."

"Ugh! I've had it! I've had it with all of you! So I'm out. We'll meet you all in the library in fifteen minutes, and you'd better be cured and ready." And so Susan snatched Analiese's hand, motioned for Avaline to follow, and walked into her bedroom, slamming the door behind her for good measure.

Once inside, Avaline finished doing her hair, which is what she had been doing before the fight broke out. Analiese slipped on a brown dress with creamy white stitching, and Susan's moss green one was adjusted while she was waiting for the other two girls. When they were done, they headed down the long corridors and first flight of stairs until they reached the library, where they would have to face the men that all three of them despised most right now.

"Don't act so depressing, girls," Avaline said. "Lucy will be there; she always knows how to brighten things up."

And with that said, the three ladies began to dress and get ready for the wedding planning that would fill their day ahead.

A/N: That chapter wasn't nearly as long as I wanted it to be, but I guess that since the last couple of chapters have been fairly long, and all of them have been a whole lot longer than any of the chapters in "Just the Justice", I deserved a break. Yeah, even I need a tiny break once in a while! But I do feel bad… this barely made 1,950 words and it wouldn't have as many as it does now (2,095 starting at this point) if it wasn't for my author's notes. I type wayyy too much. You guys must really hate reading these.

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