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"PETER!" An outraged Caspian yelled at the young king as soon as he had tried to sneak back into Cair Paravel. Caspian had waited for his friend to come back, who had arrived shortly after the messenger had given her friend the news about Peter. It was clear Caspian hadn't slept the night before, he waited to catch Peter and was glad when he did.

"You think you can marry my friend and go off with some scrawny little peasant girl while doing so? What kind of game are you playing, Peter? Whatever it is, it's sickening." Peter narrowed his eyes at the older Telmarine King.

"I think you are the one at fault here." Peter retorted as he stepped closer to Caspian. "You were the one who sprung up the marriage and organised it without my knowledge. Lucy and I would have been happy together if you hadn't intervened and forced me to marry your little green eyed monster friend."

Caspian took a step back from Peter and bit his lip for a second before he spoke.

"We went through your advisors, Peter. They told us you knew about the plans." Caspian smirked at the Narnia king's expression turn from rage to shock to confusion in a matter of seconds.

"You mean to say, that my closest advisors made this decision and told you I approved of it when I clearly didn't know?" Caspian slowly nodded, then he too realised what was happening with Cair Paravel to the king who was clearly too infatuated with the young peasant girl to realise what was going on.

"It seems to me that you are their puppets, they are really ruling your kingdom." Caspian pointed out and Peter looked up at the portrait of his father that hung above the fireplace in the room.

"I have failed you, father." He whispered and sat on a small stool that was nearby. Caspian drew one up too in front of Peter.

"I too am worried about what my father made so great. He was a good king, just as your father was. Peter, I have been in the same position as you. But I was not in love, to be truthful, never have been. You are Peter." Peter looked back up to Caspian and smiled at him.

"What are you trying to say?" Caspian's lip twitched upward for a moment.

"You do not have to marry Lilliandil if you do not wish. But Peter, if you and Lucy were to go too far and the kingdom suddenly found out, it could ruin our reputation around all of Narnia. People will not trust you, and will want you off of the throne."

"Starting a war for my throne." Peter finished and Caspian nodded.

Silence filled the air, but neither man noticed. They were both too busy with their thoughts to notice anything around them. Until Peter finally broke it with a sudden thought.

"I don't think I will have a choice in the matter. I will be forced to marry her unless something happens."

"Then we shall hope that something happens to stop it." Caspian stood up to leave but turned to Peter before he left the room. "Lilliandil is too ambitious for her own good, she wants you at all cost and she will not regard anything to do so. Watch out for her!"

Pet was left with his thoughts about Caspian, his advisors who he thought he could trust, and Lilliandil. He didn't know who was telling the truth.

xxxx

"Sire, you need to see this." Bern said as he swung the door open of Peter's study where he was reading quite comfortably. Peter stood and followed Bern outside of the castle to the outside wall protecting it where he found several guards holding someone and blocking them from view.

"We have been given orders to lock this peasant away. Lilliandil says this girl threatened her with a dagger down in the village, Your Highness." One guard said and he moved aside. Peter's eyes grew wide and filled with tears as he saw Lucy being held in iron chains and in the tight grip of two guards.

"When did Lilliandil say this happened?" Peter asked but never took his eyes from Lucy, who was now struggling and clearly had been hurt because of the starch marks on her face that were not usually there.

"She said it happened last night, sir. She was walking along in the village when this girl drew her dagger and placed it to our future queen's neck, threatening to slash her throat if she did not promise to stay away from you."

"Peter, it isn't true! I would never do that!" Lucy tried to plead but was slapped across the face by another guard. She let down a loud cry and Lilliandil ran out of the castle and wrapped her arms around Peter's waist. He didn't hug her back, though.

"Will she be locked up for what she did to me?" Lilliandil asked scared and held on to Peter tighter.

"Yes, my dear. She will be locked up for a long time. She will not threaten your life anymore." The first guard that had addressed Peter replied to her question.

Lucy tried to protest but was once again slapped hard across the face and then dragged to the side of the castle where they put the small dungeon that the castle had for prisoners. Peter never stopped looking at her until she was out of sight.

"She will not get in the way of our love now, my king. We are free to marry without any drama and me being threatened." Lilliandil said, surprisingly cheerful to Peter who looked down at her. He had decided that it would be best to not fight her on the marriage subject, he would be forced to marry her, anyway.

"Yes, and soon you will be Queen of Narnia and a wonderful queen, at that." Peter was surprised about how happy his voice sounded considering that he did not want to marry her.

"Come inside, my love, I have been told that you are going to be fitted. I think some of your advisors want to talk with you about the wedding." Lilliandil pulled Peter into the castle and she quickly pulled him down to kiss his lips for a quick second. A second had been enough to make him know that Lucy's kisses were far better than Lilliandil's were.

"Has Lilliandil mentioned about bent queen yet?" Peter nodded when one of his advisors, Carter who was about ten years older than Peter, asked the question.

"You two shall be married in two weeks, then the kingdom will have a queen and we shall find if she can conceive." Peter's face lost all of its colour at those words. He would marry a woman he barely knew and they had to find out if she could conceive?

"And I am afraid you will not have any choice in the matter, Your Majesty." Carter said and then left the room abruptly so Peter could be fitted for his clothes for the wedding.

Peter knew that everything was to be planned without him knowing, Lilliandil would of corse be helping them. He wished even more than he would that his father was with him to help him through this chaos that was within his own home.

Peter even prayed to Aslan himself that it could be simpler. Peter heard a roar that sound like it had come from the distance, but his seamstress didn't hear anything when he asked.