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Operation Secret

Just stay the night,
And you'll see
That things can work out
And this will last forever
How long can we wait
For things to change
So this will last forever – Hawthorne Heights "Angels with even Filthier Souls"

"Y-y-y-y-y-you're what?" Susan managed to stammer. Karina pulled away from Susan, a distant look in her eyes, "Pregnant, Susan."

Susan bit her lip, "How long have you known?"

"Three weeks."

"Does Caspian know?"

"No." And Karina was going to keep it that way. There was no way Caspian could find out about the baby. She didn't want to be treated any differently. Not able to spar or ride, to just be free. Susan turned on her heel and rushed out the door,

"We have to tell him." She said, waltzing quickly down the hallway. A few maids followed her, "Would you please fetch King Caspian for me?" Susan asked one of the younger maids. She bowed, "Of course you highness."

Karina followed Susan slowly, still pleading; "Don't tell him. He doesn't need to be so stressed!"

They passed Peter and Freya who were outside near the lake, Edmund who was chatting with a particularly beautiful lady-in-waiting, Dante chomping on a very large bone. Susan was a whirlwind of purple skirts and fury, "You can't just not tell him, He's your husband!"

"No, I can't. Susan you just don't und-"

"Susan."

Karina jumped at the sound of Caspian's voice. She turned and saw the King, he was dressed in crème and brown, it made Karina think of caramel. He embraced Karina, strangely his hands rested on her stomach. She twisted from his grasp, "I um, have to go." Susan and Caspian watched Karina hurry up the stairs, glancing over her shoulder every so often to make sure they weren't following her.

"What do you want to talk about?" Caspian questioned. Susan gulped, "Nothing. I just wanted to ask you about…"

"About…" Caspian said, trying to goad an answer out of her. Should she tell? It wasn't really any of her business. Or was it? Karina was her friend and friends kept secrets. Susan knew Karina would keep hers; that she knew. She smiled at Caspian, "Well Peter's really taken a shine to Freya." She said cheerfully, trying to change the subject. Maybe Karina would come around and tell Caspian.

Lord knows Susan didn't want to.

Jadis was for once happy. For once she could actually smile. Her sister; Hera, had readied the army. No longer would they hide in the darkness, she would rise up and take Narnia from man.

And Narnia belonged to no man.

"Jadis, look." Hera hissed, pointing into the all seeing cauldron. Swirling inside it was Karina; she was crumpled on the floor of her room. The White Witch let out a chuckle, "Silly little Guardian."

"Let us strike whilst the iron is hot, my sister." Hera said, smirking. Her teeth were sharper than normal, her lips curled back into a feral grimace. She controlled fire; fire was a destroyer of life. Her fiery red hair was tangled in a head on her pale head, her eyes a quick shade of amber.

"All in good time, dear sister." Jadis replied. "All in good time."

"What a ghastly brooch, Peteykins! Don't you like mine much better?"

Peter rolled his eyes as Eris pointed to a lion shaped brooch worn by Edmund favorite lady-in-waiting; Winter. She and Edmund were smiling at one another from across the dinner table; Lucy sent Edmund a knowing glance.

"King Caspian, we thank thee for feeding us so generously but we should be going." Dante said, his deep voice reverberated throughout the nighttime air.

"Dante!" Freya interjected.

"Dear heart." He scolded, "It is not polite for a lady to raise her voice."

Eris made a face, "Quite right. Milady." She sneered.

"What are you implying?" Freya asked, her voice was soft.

"You live with animals in the woods. What else would I be implying?" Eris said snootily.

"Do. Not. Insult. My. Home." Freya growled.

"Ladies please." Peter said calmingly. Eris smiled and pecked Peter on the cheek; he wanted to vomit, "Only for you Peteykins."

At the other end of the table, Caspian and Karina were having some problems of their own.

"What's wrong? Did I do something?" Caspian asked. Karina smiled, she had to admire him. Any other man would be blaming her for their problems; but Caspian. Caspian always thought of her first. It was almost unreal.

"Nothing. I'm sorry about before, I was just a little cranky." She said lamely. A dark foreboding feeling swept over her, making her shiver. Something wasn't right.

Narnia wasn't right.

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