The hall was dark, as men were seated around a dais. The dark figure that was crouched upon a tall window sill watched, her eyes narrowed and her figure tensed as the doors were opened, and a figure that couldn't possibly be a Telmarine was walked in, gagged and bound as everyone either looked at the new entree in surprise, or shock.

"Did you forget my lords? Narnia was once a savage land." the one named Miraz spoke, his voice sending tingles up her spine. "Creatures ran free, much of our forefather's blood was shed, to exterminate this vermin." he said in disgust, pointing at the one named Trumpkin, and that was the most the female could stand. With one last look, and she slipped away. Not running, merely biding her time.

The three of them stared, completely perplexed as Peter tore the end of his shirt, wrapping it around a fallen branch, before speaking. "Don't suppose... any of you have any matches, do you?"

"Well, no." Edmund started, as he rummaged around his bag, before pulling out a flash light. "But would this help?"

"You might have mentioned that a bit sooner!" Peter retorted, a little amused, but more annoyed as he threw the make-shift torch he was making to a side, before letting the rest of his siblings proceed down the stairwell they had found in the ruin remains of what used to be their beloved Cair Paravel.

The second they had returned to Narnia, Peter had been beyond overjoyed. Losing himself in the fun with his siblings, yet the moment Lucy pointed out that the ruins they were at was in fact, their very own Cair Paravel, his heart dropped to its pits. What happened? Was everyone alright?

But most importantly, where was his fair maiden? Even as he scoured the area with the rest of his siblings, Peter couldn't help but keep an eye out for something, anything that could indicate what had happened to Jade.

Now as they descended in to what they think was their old storage room, he smiled as his siblings started exclaiming over long forgotten treasures, back when they reigned as Kings and Queens of their magical land.

Walking towards his own chest, Peter stared at the statue of himself, King Peter the Magnificent. Opening the closed box, he pulled out his sword, as memories flooded him once more, the land of which his heart now stayed in, where he would always pick as first choice, as his home.

"When Aslan bares his teeth, winter meets its death."

"When he shakes his mane, we shall have spring again." Lucy continued, she too, remembering the fondest times. "Everything we knew. Mr. Tumnus and the Beavers. Their all gone."

Peter smiled, looking back at his sword, and then back at his chest, picking up the solid silver bangle. The only gift he had truly cherished. His eyes searched, and immediately located the inscription on its inner band.

'I wish you could stay. But I'll wait for the day.'.

The warm summer day in Narnia was punctuated by laughs, as two horses galloped across its pastures, before they were drawn to a stop and its riders on the ground. One, a young girl who looked the age of eighteen. The other, an elder man the age of twenty or so, yet looked at her like she was the only person in the world.

"It's almost spring! Can't you smell the flowers in the air?" she announced, her arms spread up in the air as she did a twirl, and grinned up at Peter.

He laughed, and took a deep breath before shrugging. "All I smell is the fact that our steeds probably need a good bath."

"Peter! You're a complete unromantic."

"Hey, watch it now. You haven't seen me at my best."

"Aren't you always already?" she teased with a smirk, before tumbling down to lay on the ground, relishing in the feel of the warm sun, the firm earth.

"Really now?" he grinned, turning to take a seat next to her. For a while, both of them just sat in comfortable silence with each other. "I'll think of the way that you fill up my heart, and I'll be remembering you." Peter suddenly whispered, softly as he turned to look at her.

And for once, she didn't turn away. Instead, in her own soft tone she replied. "I wish you could stay, but I'll wait for the day. Though you've gone away, you'll come back."

"I'll always be here." Peter replied, bewilderment slightly in his voice. But Jade refused to elaborate further, as she scrambled up. "We should get going back now. You have a meeting with the courtiers today, remember?"

His birthday had been an exhausting one. It was filled with paperwork and discussions, and even the night ball his siblings had organized for him was tiring. Sure, it had been a fun-filled event, and watching his three siblings have fun was probably the greatest relief Peter could ever get. Yet no one denies the fact that he still is human.

So when the night finally ended, it was with great relief that he trudged up to the stairs. Halfway up though, a voice halted his steps. And really, he was exhausted. But for her, he would always make the time.

Hearing her footsteps nearing him, he turned, and smiled when Jade's eternally youthful face met his. His eyes must have been expectant, for she immediately held up a gift wrapped in simple brown paper for him. "Happy birthday, my liege." She greeted, that smile he had came to love greeted him, as he took the package from her.

Words need not be exchanged, for they understood, even as Jade hurried off. And back in the safety of his own room, the silver bangle dropped out. On the inner band, was the words 'I wish you could stay, I'll wait for the day' inscribed on it, and he knew it was something he would treasure for life.

'Did you know? Was that what you meant? Why didn't you ever tell me?' Peter couldn't help but wonder, even as he clasped the ornament back on his wrist. He had forever berated himself for taking it off that day to go hunting. But as he clasped it on, a new energy suffused him. "I think it's time we found out what's going on."

Following a boat that was being rowed across the water was harder then imagined. Her legs were sodden, her bag felt heavy, and the sun was now annoying her rather than warming her. But she had to tread on, or else Trumpkin would be lost.

So gearing up herself, she continued to follow from the shore, thanking Aslan that at least, boats were slow so she didn't have to run. Yet as they neared the one place she used to call a dear home centuries ago when the Golden age still existed, she couldn't help but be surprised. Since when was Miraz's soldiers so daring.

Oh, but wait. She stood to be corrected.

"He won't stop staring." said soldier one, as she had taken to calling them. After all, when you're tracking soldiers who would murder you, and you have no one else to talk to, you need special identification before you went mad trying to differentiate them.

"So don't look." soldier two retorted.

"Here's far enough." soldier one finally stopped the boat, and she chuckled. She sort of guessed they didn't have the guts. Crouching down from her position, she waited, as they picked the bound and gagged dwarf up. Attacking now would be pointless, the only thing she had with her was her dagger. Her sword remained in the main camp's possession.

But just as they were about to drop the red-haired dwarf in, the cue for her to jump in and save him, an arrow came flying out of nowhere, embedding itself in to their boat and surprising the soldiers, as well as she herself.

"Drop him!" the voice was familiar, but the girl didn't have a chance to clarify who it was, as the soldiers dropped him.

'Not that literally, fools!' she scolded in her brain, and took no time in diving after the bound and gagged Trumpkin, quickly stroking to get to the small figure, before heaving up to break the water surface, towards the shore.

And dragging a dwarf was harder than you think it would be, so by the time she got him safe and sound and dragged the gag off him, she was heaving with her effort, not bothering to identify the four pair of legs running up. They did however. Or at least one did.

"Jade?"