Author's Note: Hey, back again. Once again, sorry for the delay, blame my shcool. Anyways, I finally got it up, the Pevensies return to Narnia, and there is a little surprise at the end. Some of it, may be a little confusing, but I think you'll still get the just of it. Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters, except Trevor and the king. So, if you forgive me for the delay, enjoy anyways!. Thanks.

The sun broke out onto the horizon as the Pevensies and the remains of the two armies made their way back to the castle of Archenland. All of them have had a very hard night, so it wasn't unnatural to see some of them beginning to fall asleep. Susan let out a long yawn, quickly covering her lips with her hand to stifle to sound. Becoming bored, she glanced around at all the tired faces of the troops, some already nodded off to sleep.

Some time ago, Lucy had complained of her tired feet, in which Edmund had offered to ride on his horse. Susan turned to where Phillip kept the steady pace to her right, and she couldn't help but giggle at the sight. Lucy had fallen asleep, resting peacefully against Phillip's mane, Edmund nodding off to sleep, his head bowed yet he managed to keep his tight hold upon Lucy. Susan then turned her attention back to Peter.

He too had fallen asleep upon his unicorn, snoring softly against the unicorn's back, his fingers held loosely in Susan's hand, every once in a while she felt a twitch. A small smile curved her lips, yet tears were still her eyes. She sniffed slightly, keeping the tears at bay, images of the night still fresh in her mind. Susan brushed a hand against her cold arm in an attempt of comfort, but it did little. She returned her gaze ahead as they had gotten to the bottom of the hill.

Just above them on the next hill sat the castle where King Reynold would no doubt be anxious to hear the news. Susan's heart suddenly leapt as she remembered the kind- hearted king. They all had been so quiet as the deaths of the night passed through their minds, but surely their pain would not compare to that of the King when given the news.Susan felt more tears prick her eyes as she thought of this. She desperately wished to spear the king of the news but only knew that he deserved to know the truth.

'Why must this horrible things happen to good people?', she thought to herself, allowing a few tears to escape her eyes as they finally came up to the gates of the castle. Quickly she wiped them away as they entered the castle gates, and watched with a heavy heart as the doors of the castle opened and a figure came out onto the landing, one that Susan knew as the king. As they approach, Susan could feel the king's eyes glance at each of the people approaching, searching for any sign that it went well, or perhaps any sign of his surviving son. Susan swallowed nervously, tightening her grip on Peter's fingers briefly.

The king's gaze finally landed on Susan's and she watched as his eyes became clouded and become less lively. They finally stopped before the stairs for the horses could go no further, and the sudden stop awoke Edmund with a jerk, leaving him groggy and confused for a moment. "Welcome back. I hope everything went well?" King Reynold asked, once more searching the crowd. "Has my son not returned?" he asked, Susan watched as tears clouded behind the king's eyes. The crowd remained silent.

Orieus was the first to speak. "King Reynold, is there a separate bed where Queen Lucy might sleep, and a ward for King Peter to be examined?" he asked, King Reynold's eyes suddenly shot to him, his gaze almost confused by that question as if he was deaf the whole time. "Yes, there is spare rooms for all of you!" he said, gesturing inside. It was then that the troops sleepily made their way into the castle, Edmund slipped off his horse and after a moment, slowly gathered Lucy into his arms and carried her into the castle. Susan turned her attention to Orieus as he was waiting to carry Peter off, she slowly released her grip on Peter's limp hand as Orieus gathered Peter off of his unicorn and made for the castle steps. He handed the High King off to a waiting servant before turning to Susan once more, concern on his face.

"Are you not to rest, Queen Susan?" he asked softly, wondering why she has been standing there the whole time. She snapped out of her trance like state and smiled at the centaur slowly. "Yes, but I have something to attend to first" she said silently, "Please make sure Peter is well, I will visit him later" she asked, Orieus nodded to her slowly, before going off to the other side of the castle with the fauns. It was now only King Reynold and Susan at the stairs, an uneasy silence filled the stairs between them.

A sort of smile appeared on the King's lips, "I am so happy to all are all right" he began, making his way down the stairs to engulf her in a hug when Susan suddenly stopped him."I appreciate your concern, your majesty" she said, causing him to halt. "But I fear that this is not the time for celebration" she said softly, a look of concern and confusion washed over the king's face. Susan walked the stairs towards the king, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder. "May we talk in your study?, we have to talk!" she said, gesturing towards the castle as they headed up the stairs.

Minutes ticked slowly into hours as Susan sat in front of the King's mahogany desk, retelling, with great agony, the battle of both Narnia and Archenland that had happened that night. Tears were flowing softly down her pale face, and the King kept a steady expression, one that Susan could not read for any expression. Finally, when the last words were spoken, only Susan's soft sobs rung through the quiet study, the king remaining still for a moment. Susan's heart beat wildly against her chest in anticipation for the king's answer.

Silence filled the room, and after a moment, the king sighed heavily, getting to his feet and making his way towards the large window behind the desk, looking out upon the lake hidden by the forest. Susan waited a moment, trying not to coax the king to quickly, but still nothing. She was about to speak when the king beat her to it, "He wasn't always the best son" he replied, sadness now evident in his croaking voice. Susan swallowed nervously. "No, I suppose not" she replied, thinking that the best response

Another silence until the king spoke again, "He never even liked this place. I was thinking I was pushing him to hard and thus he made all those mistakes" the king said slowly, his voice breaking into sobs. "It was never your fault, your majesty!" she soothed, getting to her feet and coming towards him, placing a comforting hand upon his shoulder.However, the sobs never seemed to cease, and Susan could do nothing but rest her head upon his shoulder, she felt helpless. "We thought, if we took him in, he'd like it here and see the world through better judgment!" the king choked out through the sobs.

Susan lifted her head at this, curious to the king's words, "What do you mean, your majesty?" she inquired, the king choked out a sob before turning to her surprised. "You mean-" he begun softly, "You-you don't know?" he asked her, mimicking her expression of confusion. Susan shook her head slowly, causing the king to sigh and step away from her for a moment, a hand pressed over his eyes. "Of course not, how would you have known?", she heard him whisper to himself. "What is it, your Majesty?" she asked slowly, distantly following him as he paced around the room.

King Reynold suddenly turned to her, his aged face now calm and expressionless, except for the couple of stray tears that pooled at his eyes. "Trevor, was my adopted son" he whispered, Susan's eyes grew wide and she put a hand to her lips in surprise. "Yes, he was actually born in Narnia, we'd found him in the woods close to the lamppost, so my wife felt sorry for him and we adopted him" the king explained, Susan listened intently. "We gave him the best life we could, but I suppose it wasn't enough", he continued.

Susan shook her head, "You did the best you could" she tried, but tears once more escaped the king's eyes. "Before my wife died, we told him of how he really came to live here, and he was just broken up" King Reynold said, giving a sobby chuckle, Susan bit her lip, trying to figure a way to sooth the poor man. "And so once my wife died he went looking for his parents and of course, got captured by the witch" the king said, sniffing back tears.

Susan slowly came up to him once more, both her hands firmly on each shoulder and her head resting on his back, trying to keep the tears at bay. "I-I am so sorry, your majesty" she whispered to him, removing one hand from his shoulder to rub his back smoothly. After a moment, however, the king turned and smiled at her. "There is nothing to be sorry for, Queen Susan" he smiled gently at her. "If anything, you probably saved Narnia from him, he was not meant for this world.", his voice hung with warning, and his eyes grew hard.

A smile though slipped back to his lips, taking her hands tightly into his, "You have a gentle heart, Queen Susan. You are one of the most sweetest people I have ever met" he said, Susan's lips curved in a smile. "But I am sorry that you and your family to go through the trauma Trevor has put you through" he said sadly. "People so kind shouldn't deserve such cruelty, but its over now, and I can only wish you the best, and thank you for your kindness in my seemingly hour of need" he said gently.

Tears slipped from Susan's eyes, as she kissed the King's hands tightly wrapped in her own. "It was the least I could do, sire" she whispered. The king smiling cupped her cheek with one of his hands. "Thank you Queen Susan, I shall never forget you" he said, Susan mimicked his smile. After a moment, he placed his hands firmly on her shoulder, "Now go tend to your family, you have done enough here!" he said firmly, gently pushing her off. "Go on now" he gestured towards the door when she turned to look at him uneasily.Susan smiled and after doing a polite curtsy, hurried off to the ward to find her family.

King Reynold smiled as he watched her off, thinking of how brave and kind her family had been through this tragic time, also mentally thanking them for what they had done, that the king wishes he could have. Everything was finally at peace. Susan hurriedly made her way towards the ward. She consulted a nearby nurse in the location of her family. "We've given both Queen Lucy and King Edmund medicines each, seeing as they had no physical injuries and they were sent off", said the nurse gently.

"And I do believe we issued the High King a room at the end of the hall", she said kindly, Susan thanked her with a smile before running off in that direction. "The door on the right!" the nurse called after Susan, surprised to see the Queen suddenly run off into the distance. Susan slowed to a stop as she found Peter's room, and looked herself once over, before she calmly reached for the brass doorknob and turned it slowly. She peered inside, carefully pushing it wider incase he was asleep. However, as she entered completely, she was surprised to see him up reading a book given by one of the nurses. His once gleeming skin now traced with bruses of black and blue, some even remaining as scars. One of his hand was bandaged, along with one of his feet that stuck out from the covers.

She let out a small laugh as she crossed her arms on her chest and leaned against the doorframe, a playful smirk on her lips, Peter was still oblivious to it all. "It looks like you are feeling better!?" she teased, causing him to look up in surprise. A smirk came to his lips as he saw her there. "Yes. If being fed none stop medicine and being checked on every ten minutes, feeling better" he teased, causing her to laugh. "How are you feeling?" she asked softly. "Fine!" he sighed, Susan catching this, sending him a look of curiosity.

Peter smiled mischievously at her before continuing, "It is just dreadfully bored!". Susan shook her head, "Peter Pevensie, are you trying to get me in bed!?" she teased. Peter gave a laugh. "Maybe…." He rolled his eyes, pretending to be avoiding her gaze. Susan giggled, "Well, it's certainly working!" she said, before coming over and crawling onto the bed beside him, Peter wrapped his arm around her as she settled onto his chest. They stayed in a comfortable silence as Peter brushed his fingers through Susan's hair.

"It will be so great to be going back home!" she sighed sleepily, causing Peter to chuckle,
"After all this drama…." She continued to thought, Peter became uneasy; his mind once more ran through all the events of the night before. "What did the king say when you told him" Peter suddenly questioned; Susan lifted her head from his chest to gaze into his eyes. "I mean, about his son" Peter continued, seeing her sudden movement. Susan sighed once more, resting her head now at the base of his neck. "He took it kind of hard at first, but then, I suppose eased into it" she said. There was a silence before she continued. "Trevor is adopted" she blurted, waiting for Peter's statement.

Silence followed, though Susan's heart rate began to quicken as she felt Peter's finger freeze in her hair, she heard Peter sigh. "I figured" he stated suddenly, causing Susan to lift her head to gaze into his face once more. "It just didn't make any sense, Su. Archenland is one of the nicest places, we've done business with them all the time, and is known to be one of our best allies", he explained further.

"Besides, I remembered Trevor had a lion's head belt buckle. Archenland's figure is a griffon" Peter concluded, Susan giving a chuckle. "Well, aren't you the clever one!" she laughed causing him to as well. "But I just want to put this all behind us and go home!" she sighed sadly. Peter cupped her cheek with his hand, brushing his thumb over the silk of her cheek. "We will, my love. In a couple of days we'll be home, and everything will be normal again" he smiled at her, Susan slowly mimicking. "And we can finally be together again" she said softly, both chuckling. Both leaned in slowly, the smiles never leaving their lips, before they softly pressed their lips together in a gentle kiss.

It wasn't until a sudden knock on the door was heard that the couple broke their kiss, turning their attention to the door just in time to see one of the nurses coming in with a tray of food. Once she noticed the two on the bed, she instantly froze. "Oh my!" she gasped, her face suddenly a shade of deep red, along with Peter and Susan. "I-I'm so sorry to have-intruded on-you, your majesties!" she stuttered, her grip tightened on the tray, and avoided eye contact with the two.

Susan and Peter chuckled nervously as she wriggled out of his arms to sit on the side of the bed. "N-no intrusion" she too stuttered, fixing up her hair and smoothing her dress, from the corner of her eye she noticed Peter sit up against the wall of the bed and cough nervously. There was an uneasy silence that hung in the room for a moment before the nurse spoke again. "Well, here is your food, your majesty. Enjoy!" she said, carrying over the tray to the bedside table and hurrying out the door. Susan and Peter remained silent for a moment, surprised that that had all happened.

Exchanging glances, the two suddenly broke out laughter to break the nervousness of the situation. Once they had their laugh, they shared the pleasant meal provided for them. The next couple of days came and passed, and the Pevensie children were ready to return home. They gathered outside, the fauns, centaurs helped Peter, Edmund and Lucy with the luggage and other essential stuff, piling it all along the landing of the stairs, where the king was ready to say goodbye.

Finally, everything was packed up upon the horses, and the Pevensies said farewell to the kind King. Hugging them each in turn, he thanked them graciously, especially Susan, who he held onto for a few moments longer. "Farewell, and have a safe trip!" he called to them as they got onto their horses, Lucy and Edmund shared Phillip, Peter and Susan shared his unicorn. "We'll come visit you soon!" Susan called back, tears flowing from her eyes. "Thank you again!" he shouted once more before the Narnians took off in the distance for home.

It would take them a full day to get back to Narnia, the journey was certainly tiring, Lucy falling asleep on Edmund's back, Peter even noticed Susan was being rather quiet, sometimes thinking she had fallen asleep as well, but he had a feeling she was thinking of the King, and how Archenland would survive without Trevor. He was thinking the same. He could only he could do something to help the poor king, but there was nothing. The sky had darkened when the tired Pevensies and Narnians finally came upon Cair Paravel.

To their even more surprise, Aslan, the Beavers, and Mr. Tumnus were waiting for them at the entrance to the castle. Peter was the first one to notice this, Edmund seemed to be fighting off sleep and Lucy and Susan had fallen asleep against them, Peter knew that for sure. He nudged Edmund in confusion, gesturing towards were the creatures awaited. Edmund exchanged looks with his elder brother as the company stopped before the castle. Peter and Edmund carefully got off their horses, hoping not to wake their sleeping sisters, however their efforts were in vain. Susan started with a jolt as she no longer felt the material of Peter's tunic against her cheek, she looked around sleepily.

She then noticed Aslan and the beavers along with Tumnus waiting for them and she became confused. She acknowledged the hand Peter offered and took it gratefully, allowing him to carefully lower her to the ground. Lucy only groaned sleepily as she was suddenly pulled into Edmund's arms and then placed on her feet, Edmund's arm remained around her waist to steady her until she was fully awake. It was then that the four Pevensies made their way up the staircase towards Aslan, the beavers and the faun.

There was silence as they stood before them, before Aslan spoke, "You all had a long couple of days, I see" he began slowly. "Come. You must need rest before dinner" was all that was said, before they watched him turn around, and head back into the castle. The Pevensies exchanged looks of confusion, and was startled when Aslan spoke again, "Come, you still need your rest. There is much to discuss" he said, before continuing into the castle. They still did not move until finally the beavers spoke. "We are so happy you all returned alive!" Mrs. Beaver shrieked, hugging them about the waist.

Tumnus came to hug Lucy, "Yes, it is wonderful to see you all so safe. It must have been tough" he smiled down at Lucy. "It was nothing!" she replied cheekily, taking hold of his hand with a giggle and following his lead into the castle. Edmund shakes his head, "I'm the one to take care of her, and she goes with him!" he scoffed, following them. Peter and Susan laugh, exchanging a glance before following the family inside, Mr. Beaver watches this with great pleasure. "All has turned out well" he said to himself, "Very well indeed" before he too followed them inside.

The Pevensies were instantly ordered to their rooms, each falling into a well deserved sleep, overjoyed to feel their silk sheets against their skin again, it felt like none of the events had happened, it was all a great dream. Yet, Peter was lying awake in bed, staring at the small object that laid against the wood of his bedside table opposite him, gleaming at him as if teasing him, like a older child claiming the younger to not have the heart to do something. Peter bit his lip, he planed for this for such a long time, he has just become distracted. But he knew that now they were all home and safe, that this was the time to do it.

It was going on for late when the Pevensies met again for a late dinner. They were surprised to see the table set so elegantly, the table extended to fit the army with a well-deserved meal as well. With the candles lit, and the gleaming plates piled with food, they all begun to eat hungrily, that is after Aslan made thanks to them for having braved Archenland's army and to have come home safely. It was when stomachs were full and the drinks gone that conversation started around the table. Many stories told from various creatures of the battle a couple nights ago. "…. and then I slashed him good!" cried a centaur. "Right through the heart", the centaurs and fauns all cheered at this. Aslan and the beavers laughed at the enthusiasm, Lucy and Tumnus in their own little conversation, sometimes conversing with Edmund, who mostly spent his time conversing with Orieus.

Susan laughed at all the jokes and fun being thrown around, and Peter tried to keep up his conversation with the centaurs but kept glancing over to Susan.He loved how her raven hair and blue eyes sparkled in the candlelight and her radiant laugh rang through the hall like a beautiful song. He was so entranced that he didn't even notice Susan turn towards him, surprised to see him staring, a light blush colored her cheeks. "Peter?" she questioned, although she didn't get an answer. She tried twice more, and finally he seemed to snap, confusion written now on his face. "Are you alright?" she questioned after a moment, Peter cleared his mind for a moment, shaking his head.

A laugh to his right suddenly caught his attention and he turned to some fauns who were laughing, he suspected at him. One of them gestured for him to go off with Susan, encouraging him with a smile. Peter mimicked it, and turned back to his sister. "I'm fine. Would you like to take a walk with me?" he asked, offering his hand to her, Susan smiled, setting her glass down, slipped her hand into his. Getting to their feet, they carefully made their way through the chairs, and made off for the gardens, ignoring the distant swooning from the table behind them.

The cool air hit Susan's burning face, causing her to give a little sigh, lifting her face to the relief, her eyes turned to the stars. "The night sky is so beautiful here" she commented softly, she felt Peter stop behind her. "I always loved the stars" she said, joining into Peter's chuckle, allowing him to pull her over to the fountain behind them, and sit down rather hard onto the stone, causing them to erupt into giggles. They were silent for a moment, the sound of the crickets and nearby owls were the only noise. "It is so wonderful to be home" Susan sighed again, her eyes now traveled along the many flower hedges that lined the gardens.

Peter followed her gaze for a moment, before returning to her. "Susan-" he started softly, gaining her attention immediately. Peter instantly felt very nervous, and rubbed his neck, chuckling. Susan caught this, though she remained silent. "This-this will not be easy for me to say…" he began again; his gaze remained on the ground. Susan watched him curiously. "But I know I must" he said softly, returning his gaze back to her. She silently gestured him to continue. Peter gave a sigh. "In Narnia, everything seems to be so peaceful, so beautiful, so untouched unlike the world we once knew" he started again.

"I-I don't know what it is about Narnia…but it just makes everything seem to beautiful and fresh" Peter said, gazing out into the garden beyond them. Susan shifted her eyes between him and the gardens confused. "Peter, what are you getting at?" she asked, raising an brow at him once his attention turned back to her. Peter once more gazed down at the stone edging of the fountain, slowly taking Susan's hands in his own. "Ever since we were crowned Kings and Queens of Narnia, I seemed to start looking at things in a new light" Peter confessed, looking once more into her eyes.

"As if we've been renewed since coming here. And that new light has been shined upon you, Susan" he said softly, causing her to let out a small gasp. Peter tightened his grip on her hands and he continued, "This experience we just faced, has taught me a lot. It has taught me to be stronger, and to be a better brother…." He began, his voice starting to shake a little. Peter swallowed nervously, "and-taught me that we can be together" he said softly.

"This experience with Trevor has somehow strengthened our bond, and I realize now, that we never needed to be shameful of our love, that we will get through everything together, no matter how tough, and we will always be true to each other!" Peter explained, a smile coming to Susan's lips, along with tears forming at the corner of her eyes. She bit her lip, this was all coming true before her eyes. "And- to honor that, I wish to make it true" Peter suddenly stated, slight confusion slipping over her face.

She watched in sudden amazement as Peter slowly lowered himself onto one knee, one hand slipping into one of his pockets, the other she could feel gathering dampness. Her heartbeat quickened and more tears lined her eyes. Peter's hand retreated, now clasped into a fist, resting it against his chest, his eyes closing, gathering the nerves to finish what he had started. Susan watched patiently. With labored breath, a smile played on his lips, Peter returned his gaze to Susan's. "Queen Susan Pevensie the Gentle, now that these days of torture are over, we can look towards the future, our future" he said gently. He lowered his hand, slowly opening it to reveal a golden ring that shined with the most beautiful diamond Susan had ever seen.

She gasped in surprise at seeing the diamond, tears now clouded her eyes, the smile widening at her lips, her heart rate pounding against her breast. With a sigh, Peter continued, "Susan, will you marry me?" he finally stated, Susan's smile widened to the length of her face, she blinked and tears finally flowed from her eyes. "Yes!. Of course!" she exclaimed, watching with happiness as Peter slipped the diamond upon the appropriate finger, then suddenly throwing her arms around her fiancé, Peter wrapping his arms around her, lifting them to their feet and twirling them around the gardens in happiness.

Lucy, Edmund, Aslan, Tumnus, the beavers and the rest of the army gathered around the doors leading to the gardens, watching with great happiness as the young lovers celebrated their engagement. "It's about time!", one of the fauns commented, the others joining in the laughter. Lucy sighed in dream like happiness. "It's like something out of a fairytale!" she sighed, suddenly wrapping her arms around Edmund, surprising him, though he eased into her, wrapping a arm around her. "All has finally turned out for the best!" Aslan commented, and the others agreed. The oblivious couple now slowed their twirling, Peter placing them once more on their feet, both giddily laughing before pressing their lips together in a gentle kiss. All was perfect.

Author's Note: Hey, hope you enjoyed it, please remember to review. You guys have been so supportive, and even though I am totally slow on the updates, you guys have been totally awsome, thank you soooo much!!!!!. Only one more chappie, and then its the end!!!. But don't worry, I'm planning on three new stories, hopefully coming up soon. Peter/Susan Will/Anna forever man!!!!.

Love yas,

Sarah