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Despite the fact I had gone to bed at some ungodly hour that morning, I still managed to wake up bright and early. I sat up in bed, feeling my head spin like the morning after Peter's party.

"Not again," I muttered to myself as I slumped back underneath the covers. I rolled to edge of the bed, only to hit my head on the bedside table. I looked up only to see a vile of red liquid with a note next to it. I opened it and held it up in the air. It read:

You might need this and despite the fact you may hate me, I can't let you suffer. –P

It was from Peter, a bottle of medicine for my headache. I had no idea why he would think I hated him though. I ran through all the events that happened last night, only having a little bit of recollection of the end of the night. All I can remember is Peter putting me to bed and us yelling at each other, not necessarily what we said.

There was a knock at my door, "Come in," I moaned.

"Princess, breakfast will be served in twenty minutes," said a Telmar servant. I nodded my head and they left the room. I drank the horrible liquid Peter had given me. I got up and dressed in a simple purple dress, intent on finding Peter. I pinned my hair back, and took the note he'd left me, and wondered off to his room.

"Peter," I said as I knocked on his door. There was no answer. "Peter?" I cooed as I opened the door and walked in. There was no sign of him, his bed was already made, bags already packed for this afternoon's journey home. The only thing I noticed was a piece of paper lying on his bed. I walked over to it.

It was my writing, smudged by stains that were clear. I studied the paper more, trying to see what I had written. Then it clicked. It was my poem that I'd written to Peter, when he went away to discuss things with the giants. I began to read:

I'll wait for your return; I'll wait very hard,

I'll wait when others cannot, and I'll wait with the stars.

I'll wait until you're in my arms once more, to tell you how I've missed you.

I'll wait even when the news comes back that you haven't broken through.

I'll wait until forever, and a day if more,

I'll wait until were together again, to kiss away your sores.

Darling Peter how I'll miss you, your stubbornness too,

Please don't make me wait too long, I'll be thinking of you.

My eyes began to water at the sight of my own words. I held the poem to my heart, for while trying to make peace with the giants; it's where he tucked his poem. I placed it back on the bed and went to find Peter.

I found Peter eating breakfast with only Jake and Isobella. I walked into the garden table and sat next to Jake, the only unoccupied seat.

"Where is everyone?" I asked smiling.

"Breakfast in bed," said Jake, shovelling toast into his mouth.

"You can do that here?" I asked trying to lighten to somewhat gloomy mood.

"You'll be able to do that in ten days," he reminded me. I turned to him and punched him playfully, only my engagement ring pushed back into my figure and sent a jabbing pain through it.

"Ow," I said rubbing my finger. Peter looked up and saw the ring. It sparkled under the sunlight.

"Excuse me," he said getting up and walking further into the garden.

"I'll go get him," said Isobella. Jake glared at her. "Maybe you should Alexea," she corrected herself. I nodded to the two and walked away, trying to find Peter.

He was standing against a balcony, looking out over the western sea.

"Pete," I said as I walked towards him. He turned around, his eyes both angry and sad.

"Do you really hate me?" he spat.

"What?" I asked him.

"Last night, you told me you hate me," he said sadly.

"No, what I feel for you is anything but hate," I told him rushing to his side.

"Then why did you say it?" he asked.

"I guess I was angry," I paused, "I can hardly remember anything apart from us yelling."

"So you don't remember taunting me with the fact you're officially engaged and I'm not your fiancé?" he asked bitterly.

I covered my mouth with my hand in shock; I never thought I'd be capable of saying those things to Peter.

"Peter, I don't know what to say," I told him.

"Sorry, would be a good start," he said sarcastically.

"Yes but, it's not enough. Those words must've put you through hell, I'd be the same way if you said them to me," I told him.

"I'd never say them to you," he retorted.

His comment hit me like a slap. I stepped away from him, he knew I was sorry but was making this so hard to apologise. "Why are you making this so hard?" I whimpered.

"You hurt me, Lex! And then when you came to breakfast this morning and just dismissed it all and still continued to play around with your ring, broke my heart that little bit more!" he exclaimed.

"Peter, I didn't even know what happened last night? How was I meant to stop myself from doing those things without knowing it hurt you?" I asked him, getting slightly frustrated.

"Well what about the things you did know that would hurt me? You and Jake were acting like a real couple last night and this morning," he scoffed.

"We had to act like a couple last night, and besides him and I both don't want to be in this marriage, he loves someone else to, were just friends, it's manageable that way," I told him a matter-of-fact tone in my voice.

"I can't believe you. A minute ago you didn't want this, now you're saying it's manageable," he whispered.

"Peter, I still don't want this. I am so sorry for the hurt I have caused you in the past 12 hours, I never meant to, I've never wanted too," I told him. "Please forgive me."

"I forgave you the moment you said them, I knew it wasn't you speaking," he said taking me hand. He pulled me into a hug.

"Sorry doesn't' even begin to make up for it though," I told him, crying softly into his chest.

"Everyone does stupid things while intoxicated," he said rubbing my back.

"Are you still hurt?" I asked him.

"I'm always going to be hurt. I'm not going to have you," he whispered. I pulled away enough so I could see his face. I put a hand up to his lips and brushed passed them to his cheek.

"But I'll always belong to you," I told him.

"You better hope I was the only one that saw that," Isobella drawled coming out from behind a bush.

Peter sighed, let go of me and walked towards her. "Isobella, that's enough. Don't you understand three of us are hurting thanks to your scheming?".

"Three?" she asked confused.

"Yes, your brother. He's in the same position, marrying someone he does not love," I scolded her.

"You mean Eva?" she laughed.

"Yes," I told her, confused at her reaction.

"When is that poor boy ever going to get over her?" she asked.

"Never. You know that," said Jake walking over to me and Peter.

"Where'd you come from?" Isobella retorted.

"I followed you when you left," he replied. "Just leave us alone, find someone else to marry you."

"Excuse me? If it weren't for me you'd be marrying an un-titled girl," she scoffed.

"I want that. I don't want a loveless marriage; I'm not okay with that like you are."

"Poor, poor people. Marriage isn't about love, marriage is a contract," she hissed, and with that she stalked off inside the castle.

That night we returned to Narnia very late. At once Susan had started preparations for tomorrow's announcement. Peter and I showed the two Telmar's their rooms and said our goodnights. We wondered down to our own rooms for some well needed rest.

At eleven o'clock I stood next to Peter and Jake on the Southern Balcony that looked down over many Narnians.

"Many of you will be happy to know, Telmar and Narnia have formed an alliance," bellowed Peter. A roar escaped the crowd, when they quietened I continued.

"The alliance had been brought about by the engagements of both myself and King Peter," I paused, "High King Peter will be marrying Lady Isobella and I will be marrying Lord Caspian Jacob." No cheers escaped the crowd, only looks of shock and disappointment.

I turned to Peter who looked worried. Then a Narnian called out, "What about the courtship between you too?".

I looked down in amazement as many of the Narnians questioned it too. "Our rejection of this proposal would've ended in war with Telmar," announced Peter.

"We thought that our people didn't need another war," I finished for him.

"We'd always fight for you," said one.

"You helped us, now we can help you!" yelled another.

"Thank you, but our decisions are final," said Peter. With that we waved and returned into the Cair.

"That was horrible," said Peter looking at me. With my heart heavy in my chest I walked away from the three of them and locked myself in my room. The people I thought I was protecting didn't want to be protected. I was torn.

"Alexea?" can a Spanish voice from the other side of my door.

"Yes," I said as he came in to find me strewn across my sitting room sofa in tears.

"You're doing the right thing," he said sitting across from me.

"You heard them, they don't want this."

"You can still change your mind," he said.

"It's too late, we're getting married in nine days!" I exclaimed.

"Listen to me Alexea. You and Peter can still decline; Isobella and I will go home. I'll try and stall the war as much as I can. I don't want a war as much as you do, but if they're willing to fight for you, I'd take the chance and run with it," he said moving over to me. I sat up and let him sit next to me; I placed my heavy head on his shoulder.

"It doesn't feel right," I told him.

"Alexea, I'm sure Peter is thinking the same things as we speak. At least talk about with him," Jake said soothingly.

"Jake, why are you doing this?" I asked him.

"You're my friend, I want my friends to be happy," he said smiling.

"I'm happy with this arrangement," I told him.

He laughed at my failed attempt of a smile. "You're not! I see the pain in the eyes everytime you see Peter with Isobella!" he exclaimed.

"You're right, I'm miserable! Do you know where Peter is?" I asked him.

He smiled at me, "In his study."

I got up and started to mke my way down to the door the joined our rooms. "Hey Jake," I said turning back around to him as he was walking to my door.

"Yeah?".

"Thank you." With that I ran to Peter's door and flung it open.

What I saw when it was open was a sight I'd never thought I'd see. Peter was seated in his chair, Isobella on top of him. His hands were cupping her face and hers were knotted in his hair. Their lips were pushed against the others.

I started to shake, my legs wouldn't move. My heart felt like it had been ripped out and stepped on a multiple amounts of time. I felt like I had a lump in my throat and couldn't talk. I could feel the tears burning behind my eyes, my heart shattering into hundreds of pieces.

Finally, I managed to say something. "Peter?" I choked out. I didn't think it was loud enough for him to here, but I was proved wrong when stopped mid-kiss and turned around to face me.

At the sight of me his face turned a ghostly white, the colour had completely drained. Isobella just sat on him, her face plastered with a smirk.

"L-Lex," he said trying to get Isobella off him. I turned around and ran back through the door slamming it behind me. I heard it reopen as Peter had followed me into my sitting room. "Lex! Wait!" he yelled.

"No, you don't get to call me that anymore. You lost that right when you stuck your tongue down that girl's throat!" I screeched, walking over to him and hitting his chest repeatedly.

"Lex, let me explain!" he yelled back.

"It's Alexea to you!" I said rage building inside me.

"Just let me explain," he pleaded.

"What's there to explain? The fact that you still want to marry her instead of me, even now after our people said they'd fight for us!?" I yelled.

"No, I was going to call the engagement off with her!" he replied.

"By kissing her? You did a great job there," I told him.

"Lex, just let me finish," he yelled at me.

I turned to him, my fury spiralling out of control. "No, you don't get to finish. Because I'm sick and tired of fighting with you! I don't want to listen to what you have to say, because I'll forgive you and then in a few days time, we'll be fighting again!" I yelled at him.

"That's not true," he said.

"We've fought in the past weeks more than we have in the last eighteen months; I think that's saying something. We can't stand to be around each other when were in this situation, we can't even manage to be civil! Don't you see Peter, it's done! We're done!" I yelled. My words just flew out and it looked like it had stabbed Peter in the heart. His face was now covered in tears.

"Lex, we're not done. You have to listen to me," he said.

"It's Alexea! And I don't have to listen to you," I said.

"Alexea, I was telling her about calling it off. Her face just dropped and then she kissed me. She kissed me first, I tried to stop it but, she wouldn't budge." I stood a moment deliberating his comment, I believe it. He wouldn't kiss her, but then again, since all of this has happened, I didn't know what to think.

"I'm returning to Telmar tonight with Jake. I have to go over preparations for our wedding. Any mail of mine shall be forwarded to me. Now since you are not my fiancé, boyfriend nor family member, I believe it is against the rules for you to be in my room, so if you don't mind will you please leave?" I said, the tears escaping my eyes as I walked over to the door and opened it.

He looked at me, "It can't be over, you can't just give up."

"I'm not giving up Peter. I'm accepting the fact that we're not meant to be, for if we were things would've worked out by now," I told him.

He nodded at me, and walk towards the door. He stopped kissed me on the cheek and left. I closed the door reassessing the situation. Now it was official. Peter and I were done, nothing more than strangers who used to be more than friends. I walked into my dressing room and began to pack every single item of clothing I owned, tears staining most. I was leaving the Cair tonight, and I'd never be coming back.