To my amazing and so patient readers! I am so sorry for keeping this chapter from you. There are no excuses but one million thank you's for not leaving this story if you're a follower etc. This chapter even made me cry so I really hope you enjoy it. And I don't normally do this but at the end with Lex and Pete (yes spoiler for the reunion) play the song 'Unchained Melody' by the Righteous Brother or the Glee version. Either is simply beautiful!

I hope you enjoy! Happy reading! :)x

My door opened with a thud as Jake threw it open. "Get up Alexea, they're here!" he shouted at me. I bounded out of bed and ran to my dressing room. The smile across my face grew bigger as I thought of seeing Susan and Lucy once more. I couldn't wait to have another duel with Edmund and just receive a smile from Pete, although I doubt I'd get one because of how we left things.

I threw on my navy blue skirt and a long sleeved white blouse. The Telmar fashion was quite different and casual to the Narnian fashion. Susan would have a fit! I threw my hair up into a lose pony tail, my wispy bits flying around my face. I ran through my room and to my door.

"There you are Alexea, what took you so long?" asked Jake as he smiled cheekily.

"That was fast for me, thank you very much," I said as I hit him playfully.

"Never the less, you look wonderful," he said holding out his arm for me to take. I took it happily as we sped off through the hallways.

Jake had been happier since the stolen night with Eva. I often heard him talking to someone when he was in his room. My guess is that she'd bought him some 'cake'. She seemed happier too, while I helped her with the cake decorating, she was smiling and humming, like someone in love. I envied her for it.

We finally made it out to the front landing of the castle, the sun was out and the birds were singing as if they knew that a family would be reunited.

"Are you sure I look okay?" I asked Jake nervously as I fiddled with my hair.

"Yes, stop fussing! They love you for more than what you're wearing," he paused thoughtfully, "except maybe Susan." I laughed at his words, and stopped just in time as their carriage pulled up. I stopped myself from towards the door to open it myself.

"Alexea!" exclaimed Lucy as she stepped off the carriage. She ran towards me and I knelt down, opening my arms ready for her embrace. She knocked into me like a tonne of bricks, and in that moment I'd felt happier than I have in the last ten days. We pulled apart all too soon.

"You've grown Lu," I said examining the child. She twirled so I could get a better look at her. I stood up and held Lucy's hand waiting for her siblings to make their way up the steps walking, unlike Lucy's running.

I saw Susan's head bob as she nearly made it to the top. I couldn't hold on anymore, I bolted towards her and embraced her tightly.

"Susan," I exhaled in a whisper. "I've missed you."

"Oh Alexea! Finally, there is so much I've had to tell you!" she said hugging me back tighter. We pulled apart, and looked at each other. Finally, she said, "What are you wearing?"

"Telmarine fashion is a little more casual," I told her laughing.

"I like it," she said after spinning me around. I took her hand and continued to walk up the last three steps were her brother waited. I walked over to Edmund slightly giggly.

"Edmund, you've grown," I said as I stood on my tippy toes so I could give him a proper hug.

"You've shrunk," he joked. I hit him playfully as we pulled apart. I moved on ready to say hi to Pete, but there he was; in all his beautiful glory, talking to Lord Caspian with Isobella clinging tightly to his arm.

"Maybe you can say hi later," said Jake as he moved towards me.

"Yeah, I'll do it later." He gave me a knowing look and led me back into the castle so we could have our welcoming breakfast.

"Now girls, the dresses will be a different shade of red, to match your complexions," drawled Lady Gabriella. I rolled my eyes, why couldn't they just be the shame shade?

"Isobella will be wearing burgundy, Susan will have a plum red and Lucy a berry," I said reading the check board.

"Shall we get the measurements then?" asked Susan rather enthusiastically. Lady Gabrielle nodded.

"The dressmakers already have mine," Isobella said, eyeing the three of us off. With that final glance she walked out of the room.

"Excuse us," said Lady Gabrielle embarrassed. Once she was out of the room, Susan scoffed at Isobella's snobiness.

"Alright Lu, you're up first," I said pushing the little girl forward. The dressmakers hurried to her, holding up swatches of fabric up to her arms and face.

"So, what's been going on Susan? Why has there been so much to tell me?" I asked her dramatically.

"For one," Lucy piped up, "Isobella has being turning the Cair into Telmar! All the decorations have changed from Narnian colours to the boring Telmar colours," she finished, huffing.

"What's worse is that she's said because you no longer liver there, you're room will be made into a guest room!" Susan exclaimed!

"What? The Cair is beautiful as it is! And my room is my room, how dare she touch it!" I exclaimed. "How could Peter let this happen?".

"He's hardly come out his room since you let Alexea; he's heartbroken," Lucy said softly as she stepped off the platform and swapped with Susan.

"He was expecting a letter back in reply to the one he gave you. When it didn't come, he knew it was over I suppose," finished Susan.

"Oh my," I exhaled.

"Oh my is right," said Lu, just as sad as the rest of us.

"At least both of you will have memories forever," said Susan trying to cheer me up.

It was late at night; we'd just finished celebrating Susan's 16th birthday. I climbed up the stairs heels in hand and was trailing Peter who was taking advantage of my blistered and sore feet.

"Slow down, Mr. Magnificent," I joked.

"Speed up, lazy bum," he said jokingly. Never the less, he stopped and waited for me. When I reached him he then picked me up and threw me over his shoulder.

"Hey, put me down!" I screeched, managing to stay serious even though inside I was laughing like a lunatic.

"Only way to get you to your room before we're 25," he mocked.

"I feel like a milkshake, don't you?" I said as he continued to trudge up the stairs.

"It's too late, tomorrow we'll get one," he said pausing, trying to hold me still as I struggled to get out of his grip, "Stop squirming," he finished as he giggled. I finally broke out of his grip and fell down from his shoulders onto the stairs. At this, he laughed even harder.

I stood up and huffed. "I'm going to get my milkshake." I turned and walked away as graciously as I could, only to trip on my plum coloured dress. I heard his laughter erupt behind me.

"Let me take you," he said helping me up.

"No."

"Lex, come on," he said smiling.

"Only if you catch me," I replied.

I dropped my shoes on the staircase, picked up the bottom of my dress and bolted for the kitchen. I laughed as I knew Peter would've been standing there grinning at me, bewildered at my spontaneity. Once I was halfway down the next flight of stairs, I heard his footsteps gaining. We ran through the corridors and staircases that night, laughing crazily like we were six. The looks we receive from the leaving guest and servants we ignored as we sped past.

Peter finally caught me by the waist and we stopped before we entered the still buzzing ballroom. "They think we've retired," he said whispering.

"I've got no shoes either. How are we going to get to the kitchen?" I said, turning to him, my face now serious.

He saw my expression and had to stifle his laughter. "We'll have to disguise ourselves," he said taking off his cape and tying it around my face so I looked like a nun.

"Here, take this cap," I said as I plucked it off one of our guards' heads. They turned startled, and laughed when they saw us. "We'll give it back soon! Promise," I yelled as the continued their patrol.

"Ready?" he asked me as he settled the cap.

"I'm ready, sir."

The doors were pushed opened and we walked through. We were expecting the room to stop and stare at us, but no one glanced twice. We tried to keep straight faces as we walked through the unsuspecting crowd and we were successful until we entered the kitchen and were discovered by the cook.

"Peter, Alexea, what are you doing here!? The kitchen is now closed, go, shoo!" yelled Velma, our wonderful cook.

"We just want a milkshake Velma," we both cooed as we hugged the white haired lady.

"Kitchen's closed, I make tomorrow night," she said struggling to get us off her.

"We won't want it then though," I said as I stroked her hair.

"You want one now? Make it yourself. Velma needs sleep." And with that the white haired lady shrugged us off, and walked out of the kitchen.

Peter burst into laughter and doubled over. "You look like a nun!"

"It's your stupid cape!" I said ripping it off my head. "Make me a milkshake."

"Alright, alright. Calm down Miss. Lexie, what flavour?" he said pulling out sorts of machines.

"Um, I'll keep it simple. There is no way you can stuff this up! Just vanilla, please?" told him laughing at his expression.

"I'll have you know I'm the best milkshake maker in the Cair." Peter then carried on waving his arms like he was Velma, putting on her accent and what not. That night, I felt like I six years old again, for after I had my milkshake sitting under the counters in the kitchen. Peter carried me back to bed and tucked me in.

"You're a good tucker innerer," I mumbled sleepily.

"I've had lots of practice with Lu," he said stroking my hair.

"You'll be a good dad," I told him as I turned to face him.

He smiled and kissed me forehead. "Only if they're your children too." I felt my eyes drift shut and the weight of the bed shift as Peter left the room, leaving me to dream of our children.

It was two days after the Pevensies had arrived and the night before the wedding. I sat on the sofa in one of my sitting rooms, blindfolded and in my pajamas.

"What's going on Su?" I asked suspiciously.

"Just wait a minute, wait for Lucy to tell you."

"Fine." I sat there and crossed my arms. I perked up when I heard the doors shut and Lucy walk in.

"Now!" the child yelled, my blindfold was pulled off and the room I was sitting in was covered with pink rose petals and bowls of Narnian sweets and a box of dress ups plus much, much more.

"Welcome to your exclusive pyjama party hens night!" said Susan.

"Guys! Thank you so much!".

We played cards, and dressed up like the awful Isobella due to the fact Lucy had stolen some of her clothes! We ate and we danced and by the time everything was done, it was only early in the night.

"That's for a great hens night girls, I can't believe the wedding is tomorrow!" I exclaimed.

Susan went to say something but was interrupted by knocking on the balcony doors. I wondered over to them and was greeted by a familiar blonde boy.

"Peter, what are you doing here?" I asked as I stepped out onto the balcony.

"It's the last chance I have to get you back Lex. I mean Alexea. Do you really think I'd let that chance slip away?" He said stepping forward.

"Well since the last time we spoke was when I had just caught you kissing Isobella, I'd say yes," I spat back viciously, still upset.

"Lex, please just come with me tonight. We can just forget everything that has happened in the span of two very short weeks. This is our last night to spend together, like we used to be. I miss you so much," he said pleading with me. The sight of him just wanted to make me cry.

"Let me get dressed," I told him giving him a small smile. I walked back into the room leaving Peter on the balcony.

"Who was it?" asked Susan.

"Peter."

"What did he want?" Lucy asked this time.

"He wants me to go out with him. I don't know where he's taking me, but I just need to get dressed," I told them.

Susan walked away and then after five minutes returned with a brown parcel. "You left this dress at the Cair, I thought you should have it since it was your first Narnia dress. You should wear it tonight." And with that she handed it to me. I opened the parcel and I pulled out the red dress with silver vines, I had worn on the first day at the Narnian camp before battle. It was perfect.

Peter had taken me to a local town festivity. It was a chance to see my future people and also remember my old ones. We walked around hand in hand, eating candied apples and talking like I wasn't getting married to Jake tomorrow, but I was getting married to him.

"Would you like to dance?" he asked as we reached the other Terlmairne's dancing to the sound of lovely music.

"You don't even have to ask," I told him smiling.

"How is it here?" he asked me sadly.

"It's different, I must admit. I miss the view of the ocean from my room and the colours of Narnia. But I'm sure I'll get used to Telmar. How are things at home?" I asked him and he spun me.

"I wouldn't know, I've been busy with a lot of paper work and getting the whole nation ready for what is known as Isobella's wrath," he laughed.

"Pete, Susan told me you haven't left your room because I didn't reply to your letter, is that true?" I asked him.

"Partly, I mean after everything, I just couldn't go out and deal with everyone face to face," he said as she spun me again.

"I'm sorry. Sorry for the way I acted when I saw you and sorry for not listening to you. Most of all I'm sorry that you're not mine anymore," I told him resting my cheek to his.

"I'm always going to be yours Lex, that's just it. Forever, no matter whose ring we wear," he said turning and kissing my cheek.

"I need your love Pete."

"You'll always have it, as I know I have yours."

"I wish things were different. I want to just live in this moment until we're old. I'd always thought we'd die dancing together," I said chuckling trying to hide my tears.

"So did I." There was a pregnant pause between us.

"I didn't give up Peter. I never gave up. I wanted you to fight for me and tell the Telmarine's you'd rather die than be with anyone else and I thought you would, but then I saw you kissing her. That was the only reason I left, got angry and didn't reply to your letter. I didn't even read it, Pete. I didn't want to run back after all that, I thought it'd hurt too much." I pulled away from him, and looked him in the eyes, both of our tears visible to each other now.

"I understand, I just wish you'd read that letter. The words I wrote weren't meant to bring you back to me, just to comfort you and I. Come on, we better get you back," He said stopping our dance mid-way.

He turned to walk away, but in this moment all I wanted was him and this moment to last forever. I grabbed him arm and pulled him back to me. "Wait, if we're forgetting everything that has happened in these two weeks, and going back to the way we were before, we're forgetting something," I said hinting.

"What?" he asked puzzled.

"A kiss." And with that he understood that it was just us at that moment, the other dancing Telmarines went with the wind. He cupper my face with one hand and the other rested on the small of my back. He leaned in ever so slowly, teasing me, and it was only when I threw my arms around his neck that his brought his lips to mine.

I relished the moment, I'd forgotten how soft his kisses were, how soft his lips were, forgotten how they fit so perfectly with me. My hands knotted through his slightly longer hair, the most gorgeous blonde hair. How I missed running my hands through it. He then released my face and brought that hand down to my waist and lifted me up. Our lips moved in sync once more, like nothing had changed, like no one was getting married tomorrow. I smiled into the kiss as he spun around.

By this stage my tears were free flowing, mixing with his again, only this time they were of happiness. If I had to pick, it would be this moment that was the most perfect out of all the time we've spent together.

I climbed up the vines that I'd descended earlier that night. Once one the balcony, I waved down at Peter, smiling sadly. I knew he loved me and he knew I loved him. It made me happier than I could ever be. I opened the doors to my bedroom, once he was out of sight only to find a crying Isobella sprawled across the sofa. Her head shot up as soon as I closed the door.

"What are yo-," she cut me off.

"He was with you wasn't he?" she said sobbing.