A/N: w00t w00t! finally, chapter 6! its not very exciting, but get over it. dont ask about the title. so ya i'm at my grandparents' house AND i'm grounded so you see what lengths i go to in order to get this thing updated! it took me forever to write, so dont give me crap if you dont like it. just lie to me and tell me you do.

Peter sat and stared into the small, flickering flame sitting in his study. He was bored. Bored out of his skull. But for some odd reason, he did not feel like doing anything. There was some kind of emptiness inside of him, but what could he want that he did not have already? He was High King of Narnia, he lived in a castle, he had servants to bring him anything his heart desired. That struck a new thought. What did he desire? More power? More things? Less stress? Love? No, that was ridiculous. He did not need love, perhaps Edmund, but not him.

"Are you sure about that?" he said quietly to himself and sat staring and thinking for what seemed like an eternity.

"Peter are you—" Lucy stopped with the door half open. "Have you forgotten?"

"Forgotten what?" he asked without turning.

"That we have guests coming," she answered matter-of-factly. "Ambassadors from Calormen. We need to make things work with these people. We need peace. Are you alright?"

"I don't know," he sighed. "Do you ever feel like something is missing, Lu? Like there is so much more to...everything, but you're missing out on it?"

"Oh, I see," she sat next to him. "This is about Edmund finding Elaina and now you feel lonely, right? Well, I'm going to tell you like it is: you see courting as a sport."

"What are you talking about?" he turned and gave her one of those looks, you know, the kind you get when people think you are being a complete idiot?

"Never mind." She stood and headed for the door.

"Wait, Lu! Please."

"You think its all fun and games until something you don't like happens," she sighed and turned back to him. "You're never really serious about love."

"I am too serious."

"Oh please," she scoffed.

"Well, for some reason I can never find love," he replied, suddenly feeling incredibly depressed again. "I don't know why, but I can't find it."

"That's impossible. Love just happens. You can't find love; love finds you." She put a hand on his shoulder for a moment then left. Maybe she's right.

Usually, ambassadors were old men who had nothing on their minds but politics and power, occasionally peace. He sat in the foyer, awaiting their guests. Frankly, he was not looking forward to this meeting. He sat and let his mind wander as he, Susan, Edmund and Lucy waited. What about Taraneh? She was a beautiful woman, intelligent conversation, but there was just something about her that he did not quite like. Perhaps Johanna or what about Anala, maybe—

"The three ambassadors from Calormen, Sires," was the announcement. They all stood and waited to meet their matches. First, in walked an old man who introduced himself as Vidor. Next was a younger man called Kalman who was in fact very cocky. But what surprised him was the beauty that walked in last.

"Good evening to you all, I am Callida," she curtseyed as she introduced herself. After all the formalities, the retired to the dining room where a grand meal was prepared for these interesting guests. Peter observed Callida with a subtle intensity the whole night, barely hearing the conversations that went on, unless he was called upon or mentioned. She had hair blacker than night, onyx eyes, soft full lips, smooth, chocolate colored skin and a cool, collected aura about her. Her body was that of a warrior, strong and defined, and yet she somehow retained an exotic beauty that had him captivated. Edmund must have sensed him staring at her because he nudged him from under the oak table at which they sat. He came to his senses to discover that he had been asked a question that he had not heard. All eyes were on him.

"Could you say that again, please?" he asked. It happened more than once.

Despite Peter's density that night, everything went seemingly well. Edmund saw it the whole time. Both of them were stealing awkward glances at each other, trying to collect themselves. He had to restrain from laughing.

"So what about the kings of Narnia? Are they handsome? Or are they total beasts?"

"Fantine," Callida said exasperated at her twin sister's childish curiosity. She always tagged along on these boring trips, in truth making them a bit less mind-numbing. "It was a political meeting, I paid no attention to anything of the sort."

"Oh, come off it! Do tell, please?" Callida stepped out of the doorway for a moment to see if anyone was listening. They were all on the upper deck of the ship. She quickly closed the door and jumped childishly into a hammock as her sister giggled out the words "Tell me, tell me!"

"Alright. The younger one, Edmund, he is handsome. He has thick black hair and dark mysterious brown eyes. He's a bit fairer skinned than the rest of them. I heard that he is courting a princess from the Dimitius Isles."

"Dimitius… Where is that?"

"I…I have no idea. Anyway, the other one, Peter. Now he is extremely handsome. He has shaggy, sandy brown hair, intense blue eyes, a smile to die for, and he's quite muscular. He seems very nice, a bit thick though. I could have sworn he was looking at me a good deal of the time."

"Oh, please, introduce me." They both giggled. Callida sighed.

"Here we are, sitting gossiping about boys and how old are we?"

"Oh, it doesn't matter. It seems that the older we get, the more fun it is!"

"I say we toast to that immensely true statement," they each took up a flask they kept hidden among their personal belongings. "To twenty years of gossiping about boys and counting!"

"Amen to that." The two took a swing of the liquor and continued talking until the carafes were empty.

heheh, they're drinkers. oh, and since i never did this before, i own only the characters unrecognizable to the awesome Chronicles of Narnia. the ones in there belong to the amazingCS Lewis. ok, must go have a conversation with the voices in my head. Kemen wont turn down the radio. and its country music of all things. and now Elaina and Edmund are fighting again.

Ealina: You pig!

Edmund: Wench!

Elaina: Bullheaded son of a--

Edmund: Vain!

Elaina: You...do you want to kiss me as much as i want to kiss you?

Edmund: absolutely.

(kissy kissy goo-goo moment)

Elaina: i cant stand you! (walks away)

Edmund: LIKEWISE!

Link: please, can you all keep it down to a dull roar!

Malon: (8 months pregnant) i mean it, Edmund, next time you two get into a fight like that, i'm going to staple your mouth shut!

Me: whoa! Link, Malon, where did ya'll come from?

Link: we gotfed up with the yellingso we came out of the story you havent started in the back of your mind.

Edmund: (cowering from Malon) i'm sorry! i'm sorry! it wont happen again! not even the greatestin Narniacan stand up to an angry pregnant red-head.

Malon: it better not happen again.

TUNE IN NEXT TIME TO SEE IF EDMUND GETS HIS LIPS STAPLED TOGETHER AND IF KEMEN WILL EVER TURN DOWN THE RADIO!

I WANT 10 MORE REVIEWS BEFORE THE NEXT CHAPTER COMES!