Princess Gwen

"KORRINA!" Henry and I both yelled. I fell to my knees in front of Korrina. She was gasping for air as her hands trembled around the sword wound.

"Agh." She clutched the wound, trying to stop the bleeding. "P-Peter, i-it hurts," Korrina gasped.

"I know, sweetheart, I know. I'm going to find you a healer," I whispered as I pulled her body up, against my chest.

"Love, I'm so sorry. You don't deserve this," Henry whispered. "I have had to punish you many times, but this is not one. Please forgive me my love," Henry whispered as he stroked her hair. Korrina nodded.

"Yes, I f-forgive you," she whispered.

"No, get your grimy hands off her," I yelled pushing him away from her.

"She will be my wife soon, Peter, I have a right to have her," Henry yelled to me. Before I knew what had happened, two soldiers had grabbed me and started pulling me away. Henry picked Korrina up bridal style and started to walk away. The rain continued to fall around me as I watched him take her away. They dumped me on the side of the cliff.

~*~

Princess Danielle rode through the rain as she followed her father. Sure she was a princess, but she knew a thing or too about fighting and she'd insisted to come with her father.

"She'll be fine father, Korrina is strong," Danielle told her father, though her thoughts weren't nearly as confident.

"I know Danielle," her father whispered without looking at her.

It wasn't long before they'd joined their allies in the war against the strong Armies of Telmar and Calmar. The soldiers and her father attacked the invaders, putting up a good fight, but Princess Danielle wasn't interested in fighting, she needed to find her sister. She abandoned her horse and ran into the castle.

The corridors were dark and lifeless, but the young princess kept running. Finally she found herself in front of a door. After trying to open it she got frustrated and removed the knife from her belt.

She walked into the room to find herself a top a stair case.

"Princess Danielle!"

Princess Danielle's POV

I looked down to see the Valiant Queen and the Just King. "Are you all right?" I asked as I searched their bodies for wounds.

"We are fine but we must find Peter," Edmund shouted as he and Lucy ran out into the rain. I nodded and followed. I let my feet carry me. I finally found myself on the side of the road. I squinted through the pouring rain to see High King Peter lying on the side of the road.

"King Peter!" I yelled as I gathered my skirt in my hands and ran to his side.

"Princess," Peter rasped as he coughed up blood.

"Where does it hurt?" I asked him. His hand trembled as he lifted it, but he laid it over his side. I inspected it to see a deep knife wound. I looked around before looking back down at him. "I'm going to get you out of the rain so I can see the wound more clearly," I told him as I spotted a cave not far away.

After much time and a lot of blood I lay King Peter down on the ground of the cave floor. I pulled off my cloak to reveal a short sleeve tight top dress that my husband-to-be adored. The dress was a favorite of mine; it was a multiply brown set that gave it a bronze look. I started a fire and pulled my hair up into a wet bun before kneeling before him.

"How bad is it?" he rasped. I winced as I saw the wound in better light.

"It's not good and I can already see and infection starting," I told him. I looked around for something to disinfect it with. I winced again as I picked up my knife and put it in the fire. I moved back over to Peter. "This is going to hurt, bite down on this," I told him handing him a piece of his torn tunic. I kept a strait face as I lay the red metal on Peter's wound. He immediately started biting down in pain and trying to muffle his cries. I was crying when I finally pulled back the knife. Peter fell back as he gasped for breath.

"Shh, there there, it's over now," I whispered as I stroked his wet locks.

~*~

"Matha, Narnia and Archland have gone to war at Cair Paravel with Calmor and Telmar," Crissy said as she ran into the room that held Susan and Matha.

"Dear heavens," Matha gasped. Tears pooled in Crissy's eyes.

"Do you think father will be alright?" Crissy asked.

"I'm sure he'll be alright," Susan comforted. Crissy reminded her of someone, but Susan couldn't quit place it.

"I do hope so," Crissy cried. "Are you feeling better?"

"Much, but I still can't remember my name," Susan told her sadly.

"Don't worry, I'm sure it'll return soon," Crissy whispered as she hugged Susan tightly.

~*~

"I hope so."

~*~

Princess Gwen sat in her room painting a picture when a young maid came in. The little girl looked up to see her young friend.

"Hello Gwen," the young maid greeted as she walked over to the Princess.

"Morning Lilly," Gwen said with a soft smile "What do you want?"

"I want to know what your father did to you."

Gwen looked over from her painting, fear flashing across her eyes.

~*~

I sat on the floor of the cave. It was dark outside and a thick fog covered the ground. I got up as I walked towards the mouth of the cave. I picked up the front of my dress so I wouldn't step on it. I coughed as I inhaled the misty water that swept through the air.

"Oh Aslan, I know I'm not Narnian, but Peter and I need you," I whispered.