As Claire approached Peters' tent, she could hear his muffles and groans of frustration. She looked at the tents opening, "What could possibly be wrong?" she thought before without thinking of asking for permission, went inside.

There was Peter trying to put on his tunic.

-"Ugh! Come on!" Peter grunted trying to slip his hands into the openings. Claire gave a silent laugh before speaking.

-"Can I help you?" she asked startling him. He quickly looked up and his eyes were wide with fright.

-"Ver- I mean Claire, I'm not proper!" he said trying to cover his lower stomach. She smiled before shaking her head.

-" Well, at this rate, the war would be won by the time you get it on right." She said sitting on his 'bed'. He looked at her before giving a light blush.

-"I can do it, it's just this part of the shirt, Ugh, my arms to big." He said trying to pull his arm out. She gave a chuckle,

-"Well I'm glad you're being entertained, but it's not funny!" he said this time falling onto his bed as well. Looking up he saw her face over his.

-"Well for starters," she began "You have it on wrong, here…" she pulled him up, and surveyed him. "Well here's your problem," she said pointing at his waist were his arm was dangling. "Here, let me help you get it off."

-"But I'm not prop-"

-"Proper? Its fine, I've seen more before during the dark times." She said grabbing the hem of his shirt where his hands were. She looked at him waiting for approval. His face went pink as he gave a nod. Allowing acceptance, she lifted his shirt over his chest until it was stuck on his shoulders.

-"Lift you hands, Pete." Claire said pulling with all her might. Surprisingly, it popped off, but the force caused the two to go crashing onto the bed. She looked at his body. He was fit for his age and with muscle. Looking back up, she saw him staring at her, with an expression as if he was waiting for her approval on his body. He was bright red, and she too as well felt the heat rise to her cheeks.

-"Um, just put the tunic on, it's just like a shirt except one hand at a time, Pete." She said in a joking tone before lifting herself off the bed.

-"No, wait!" Peter practically yelled out in panic grabbing her hand. She quickly turned around, startled by his outburst. "Can you…um…put it on…for me?" he said sheepishly. She looked at him searching for something, but closed her eyes and nodded.

-"You…um…lift your arms." She said placing the tunic over his head, and grabbing each of his hands one at a time pushing them through the openings for his arms. She pulled down on the shirt wrapping her arms around his bare stomach as she pulled down the backside of his shirt. He gave a shiver as he felt her hands glide along his waist until finally his tunic was placed on proper.

-"There you go; um…Aslan wants to talk with you as soon as possible." She said quietly before leaving. Peter stared at her as she left, wishing she had not…

"Oh, what am I going to do? My Curse- Oh!" She cried out as she came face to face with Aslan. "Oh, Aslan, you frightened me!" The lion only chuckled.

-"Surly my daughter, you must have been deep in thought, or deeply troubled." He said walking along side her. She only chuckled,

-"Aslan, you sure have me predicted. It's just well, my curse…" The lion only nodded before sitting down.

-"Young one, have you not made your choice by now? You had thirty-five years to decide an-"

-"I'm sorry to interrupt you Aslan, but I have decided, it's just… I'm afraid to do it, and yet I know I must." He nodded silently before speaking,

-"Claire, all things have their times, with their own comings and goings, it will happen sooner and quicker than you think, but do not grieve for I will be with you till the end, and even then I will come and bring you to my country. As for Peter, you need to tell him the truth, be fair to him and he will be fair to you…" Aslan said with knowledge and compassion. As if on his name, Peter came walking up to them,

-"Aslan, Claire said you wanted to speak with me." Peter said giving a bow to the lion. The lion nodded motioning him to come nearer. The lion looked to the eastern sea where Cair Paravel stood.

-"Peter, that is Cair Paravel, the castle of the four thrones. One of which you will sit Peter…as High King…" Peter only stiffened and stayed quiet, "You doubt the prophecy?" Aslan asked, although he knew the answer. Peter only shrugged and shook his head.

-"No, that's just it…Aslan, I'm not who you think I am." He said as if implying 'You got the wrong person'. Claire stood on Peter's left, listening quietly to their conversation. The wind was so soft, her dress flowed gently against the wind, as did hers and Peters' hair.

-"Peter Pevensie, formally of Finchley…" Peter looked at him in surprise, "…Beaver also mentioned that you planned on turning him into a hat." Aslan said with happiness. Peter smiled, as did Claire.

"He's so Handsome, Ugh, concentrate Claire!"

-"Peter," she spoke at last, Peter quickly turned his attention to her, she spoke gently and soothing "….There is a deeper magic that rules over all of Narnia. It defines right from wrong, and governs all our destinies… Yours…" Claire looked to the castle, "and mine…" she breathed. Peter looked at her before speaking,

-"But I couldn't even protect my own family!" he said as if he was a mistake,

-"But yet you brought them safely this far!" Claire said, her voice becoming firmer. She was not going to let him think less of himself.

-"Not all of them." He said looking down at the grass. Claire gave a sigh and began walking down the hill. Peter turned and regretted his stubbornness, but he felt it was true. How could he protect a country if he could not protect a single member of his family?

-"Peter, we will do what we can to help your brother, but I need you to consider what I ask of you…" Aslan said turning his head in Claire's direction, "I too want my family safe."

Just then Claire gave a cry of pain, followed by the sound of Susan's horn...

A/N: Thanks to all who reviewed and marked my story as Favorite or Story Alert! I am so happy I was able to get this story up, thank goodness, I thought the Semester exams would slow me down, but this was just one day, Monday I am swamped with them! Urgh! Lol, oh well. Hope to hear from my readers, remember: Ideas, thoughts, opinions, and REVIEWS welcomed!!!