Hey Guys! So this is basically the last chapter we see the young Pevensies! But don't worry, they will be back, probably after a little break.
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I have also started another story which I would love if all my beautiful readers could check out as well. If you loved this one, then I guarantee you to love the other one! It's called Order of the Lioness.
So without further or do, here it the second last chapter of Daughter of Eve: Golden Love! Enjoy x
Peter's POV
"Alexea, wake up, wake up!" I yelled as I felt her falling deeper and deeper into unconsciousness.
"Peter, what happened?" screamed Lucy as she had unlocked the door to the Cair at the sight of Alexea.
"I dunno, Lu. She seemed tired and then she just closed her eyes," I told her.
"Is she dead?"Exclaimed Susan as she bent down, stroking Alexea's hair.
With her words I was overtaken with rage. "Don't you dare say that! She is not dead!"
"You're right my King, she is not dead," said a powerful voice they knew all too well.
"Aslan," they said as they bowed to him.
"Please, sir. Help her," said Edmund softly.
"My dear child, she does not need to be helped. She is merely tired. You see, her powers have lain dormant for a long time because they haven't been needed until now. Her body isn't coping well with the demands her powers take on it. She will wake, all in good time," he said to us.
I started to rub away the tears that threatened to fall and spoke to Susan, "Su, can you take her to her room?"
"Of course Peter."
"Now, my children, you must go and rest. I believe you have a wedding to prepare for." Edmund and Lucy bowed to him and returned to the Cair. Peter still stood there in front of the Great Lion. "What is on your mind my King?" asked Aslan knowingly.
"If I didn't make her use her powers, would she be okay?" I asked him guiltily.
The Great Lion chuckled, "Dearest Peter, we cannot dwell on the if's, for if we do, we bring ourselves down into a pit of guilt and regret. Much like the one you are slowly entering now."
"Bur sir, I could have stopped this from happening," I said shaking my head.
"Peter, you did what any other King would. I'm sure the Princess was happy to do it to save her people." He smiled at me and began to walk away, knowing that he'd put my mind at peace, only if a little bit.
"Oh and Peter," he paused, "Congratulations on the engagement, you have my blessings."
"Thank you Aslan," I said and bowed to him. His blessing meant a lot to both me and Alexea.
Alexea's POV
I woke up to the familiar sight of my bedroom ceiling. I was greeted by sunlight and the sound of the waves crashing on the shore. Yet I was puzzled at how I came to be lying on my bed when the last thing I remembered was hugging Peter after battle. I turned around in the bed, the sheets rustling as I did so. This sound woke up the heaviest sleeper in this castle, Peter. He was slumped in a chair at my bedside.
"You're up," he whispered groggily.
"Everyone wakes up after a night of rest Pete," I joked.
"Lex, but you haven't been asleep for just one night, it's been more like four days and three nights."
"Don't be ridiculous Pete," I said sitting up in my bed.
"But it's true, you have. You fell into a state of unconsciousness after battle," he said stroking my hair.
I sat there surprised at what he was saying. "That's why I don't remember getting here," I whispered to myself. It made perfect sense.
"Everyone is still here," Peter said breaking me out of my trance.
"Pardon?" I asked him shaking my head.
He laughed and repeated himself. "The Narnians are still here, they wouldn't leave without knowing you were okay. Maybe you should go and see them."
"Yeah, I think I might."
I got dressed into a simple navy blue dress and pinned up my hair. I removed the little bandages that covered the scratches on my face and body assessing the damage. I walked down the stairs and to the gardens. Once the Narnians saw me I was flooded with thanks and hugs and kisses. I walked around the camp for a while until I came to the infirmary. I walked inside to give my thanks to those soldiers inside, when I spotted a familiar face.
"Jake!" I exclaimed and walked over to him. I gave him a tight hug when I felt him wince. "I'm sorry," I said only noticing how bandaged up his body was.
"It's alright Alexea, just a couple broken ribs and bruises," he chuckled.
"Apart from that you're alright?" I told him raising an eyebrow.
"As fresh as a daisy," he said putting on his clothes.
I laughed at him, then we both settled into a pregnant silence.
"I'm sorry Jake," I blurted out.
"For what?" he asked confused.
"For killing Isobella. I just don't know what came over me. She was going to let you die and I couldn't do that, I couldn't let you die," I told him beginning to sob.
"Alexea, don't be sorry, okay. In a war these things happen and you did what you had to, to save the people you care about," he said wiping away my tears.
"Don't feel guilty about it Alexea, for as long as Jaxon has been dead, to be with him is what she always wanted. I can't tell you how many times, I've found her staring at the sea ready to plunge into it. If anything, she would be thanking you right now."
I nodded at him, remembering her staggered 'thanks' she managed to give me.
"I don't know why it's so hard to deal with this Jake, it's not like I haven't hurt and left people for dead before."
"You know, maybe you should talk to Peter about this," he said motioning to the front of the tent. Peter's figure was standing there a worried expression on his face at the sight of my tears.
"Yes, maybe I should," I said standing up. Jake followed suit and continued to change back into his clothes. "You're leaving?" I asked him.
"I'm afraid so. Now that I'm the leader of Telmar after my father was killed in battle, I have some pressing issues to sort out. But here, this is for you," he paused pulling out a crumpled and bloody envelope, "it's an invite to my wedding."
I smiled at him and took it. "I'm so glad to be invited Jake, know that Peter and I will be in attendance, I can't say much for the other three though," I laughed.
"Well I hope to see you all there. Thank you for your hospitality Alexea, but I must be off," he said hugging me.
"Goodbye, be careful," I said as he started to walk out of the tent.
He turned around and grinned, "Always."
As Jake was gone, Peter walked up to me.
"Hey," I said hugging him as he hugged me back.
"I've been looking for you," he said pulling me out of the tent and into the glorious sunshine.
"Oh really," I said smirking.
"Yes, Susan wants you."
"Whatever for?" I asked him as we trudged through the garden.
"Wedding plans," Peter huffed, "She complained because I was no help to her."
"Oh no," I sighed.
"Oh yes."
I walked into the foyer of Susan's room where everyone else, that being Edmund and Lucy, was sitting too. Edmund looked bored out of his brain, whilst Lucy has fallen asleep with her resting on her brothers shoulder.
"Alexea, there you are!" yelled Susan, startling a poor Lucy to wake.
"What is it Su?" I cooed at her.
"We have to start planning this wedding, it has been long awaited and would boost moral throughout Narnia," she finished.
"I agree, Su," I told her smiling.
"So, first thing is first, when will it be?"
"Well, I would like it to be a Spring wedding. Summer is too hot, winter is too cold and fall is just unpredictable," I told her.
"Well it's near the end of Spring now, so we'll have to wait until next Spring," Peter said a little bit upset of the idea of waiting so long.
"We don't have to wait, Pete. We can have it soon," I told him rubbing his back.
"There is only a month left of Spring and no one knows when the Narnians are leaving," said Susan.
"They leave in four days," piped up Edmund.
"Why can't they be here for the wedding too?" asked Lucy, upset with seeing her friends that she recently made go.
"Because, the leave in four days Lu, that's not enough time to plan a wedding that they can be apart of," said Susan as a matter-of-factly.
"That's really not a bad idea. They helped us fight for the marriage and I promised a few they'd be invited to the wedding."
Susan's face turned red, "They leave in four days, I can't plan a wedding in four days!" she said fuming.
"Yes, but you can plan one in three and a bit days Su. I know you, you can pull of anything," Peter said hugging his sister, trying to get her to calm down.
"Three days to plan a wedding. The guests, the food, the cake, the dresses, the flow..." she trailed off slowly.
"Here I'll make it easy for you Su. Plan the colour scheme around the ring. The ceremony and reception can be held in the Northern Garden as they haven't set up camp there, and I already have a wedding dress."
"You can't wear the same dress Alexea, he's already seen you in it," fussed Lucy.
"But the seamstress' won't have enough time to make me a dress Lu," I said lying down.
"Everyone stop talking. I'll get everything done. But I apologise in advance, this wedding won't be extravagant given the time I have to plan it," Susan said standing; everyone looked to her trying to hold in their laughs. "What are you all squirming about?"
"Su," I said between giggles, "Don't apologise for a simple wedding, we all know you're the only one who likes things extravagant!"
"Oh hush," she said flustered and walked out of the room.
That night, I lay in bed unable to bring myself to sleep. Images of a dead Isobella kept flooding my brain. I had no idea why her death affected me more than any other soldier's death. I could feel myself retreating from the world, and becoming a ball of guilt and pain and other monstrous things. I needed to talk to someone about this before it started to take over. But I couldn't burden anyone else with these problems. They were mine.
I heard footsteps walk through my corridors and identified them as Peter when the figure came and laid beside me. I closed my eyes quickly, hoping he didn't see.
"Hey Lex," he said as he put an arm around me. I didn't say anything for I knew Peter'd be able to tell something was up. My problems were something he didn't need at this point, especially when he was dealing with the aftermath of this war.
"Lex? Hello?" he said. I didn't respond again.
"I know you're up, Lex. I saw you close your eyes."
I sighed and opened my eyes. I had to do something. I didn't want him to know I was guilty about killing the girl who tore us apart.
"Pete, is it okay if you don't sleep here tonight? I just am really exhausted and I know we'll talk for ages if you don't go," I said faking a smile.
"You sure? We don't have to speak," he said slightly wounded from my request.
"Yeah, I just need to be able to stretch out a bit and rest comfortably," I told him.
"Okay, that's fine. I'll come and get you for breakfast then. Goodnight," he said kissing the top of my head.
"Night Pete, I love you."
"I love you too."
It hurt me to see him walk out of my room, but I knew I had too.
The next morning, still in my hole of guilt, I avoided everyone like the plague. When they were outside in the garden, I was inside. When they were in the library, I was in the garden. The only person I saw that day was Susan, as she came to get my measurements for my dress and left. That was it.
I was in the library when I heard Peter walk in, calling my name.
"Lex, are you in here?" he called. And suddenly, I put down the book I held in my hand and walked to the furthest corner of the library, making sure to hide myself behind the shelves.
"Alexea, come on. Where are you hiding?" he asked walking closer and closer to my spot.
I had nowhere to run, I'd cornered myself; stupid stupid girl! It was as I was cursing myself, Peter found me.
"There you are! I haven't seen you all day," he said coming for a hug. He hugged me but I didn't hug him back. He stepped back with a look of worry.
"Is everything okay?" he asked.
"Fine. I don't feel well, I'm going to rest," I lied. He grabbed my arm and pulled me back, resting his palm on my forehead checking for a fever.
"You don't have a fever, you look fine too." I pulled my arm out of his grip and faced away from him.
"What's wrong?" he asked.
"Nothing, Pete, it's okay."
"No something is wrong Lex. You've been avoiding me all day, you kicked me out of your bed last night and you won't even hug me," he said, his voice raising as he went along. "Now forgive me if I'm wrong, but an engaged-to-be-married couple don't act like that. And if you keep this act up, it's going to make for an interesting wedding," he finished.
"Pete, I'm just trying to deal with some things," I told him.
"Then tell me Lex, why won't you tell me?"
"You don't have to be burdened by them Pete," I said a rogue tear escaping my eye.
"I'm your fiance Lex, your problems are my problems and vice versa. Come on now, you know how much I hate to see you upset," he told me.
I sighed, giving in to his pleas to help me. I turned to him and started.
"You and I have both killed people in battle before, it's no secret. Not once have we walked away from that and felt the way I do now. I feel like a murderer. I feel like I've just barbarically ended someone's life for the fun of it. What makes her death so different?" I cried out.
"Lex, but you're not a murderer, you're not barbaric. You saved yourself and an innocent man that could have died."
"That's what I do every time we go into battle Pete, and I never come out feeling like this."
"I guess it's because you knew her Lex," he paused pulling me into a hug, "To you she wasn't a nameless soldier; she was a girl, who loved someone, who had a life you knew about. When we fight other countries soldiers, we don't know them, we don't know what their feeling, we only know they want to kill us, so we fight back. That's why we walk out okay, Lex."
"So knowing who she is, made it worse?" I asked unsure if that was where Peter was leading too.
"In a way," he said, still holding me close. "Maybe you should write to her, just a little note, maybe that will end everything," he said stroking my hair.
"Maybe," I said looking up to him smiling. "I knew there was a reason as to why I am marrying you."
"Other than the fact that you love me?" he smirked. We stood in the library like that for a while before we were called to different wedding preparations.
That night before I went to bed, I wrote Isobella a letter.
To Isobella,
Where ever you are. I hope you're happy and with the one you love. I too, know the pain being away from that one person causes.
I'm writing to say, that I wish it wasn't the one to take your life. It's caused me a great deal of confusion and guilt. But over the last hour or so, I've come to realise that I'm glad I was the one that could fulfill your wish to be with Jaxon. I too was also blessed as I got to see a glimpse of the old Isobella, the one who thanked me.
I once asked, "Who could ever love you?", but I've come to the realisation that I sort of do, in a way. You and I have had the same journey, being separated from the ones we love, and I see now that, I could have turned out exactly like you, but I didn't because I saw what people like that did to others first hand. So I guess, I kind of have a gratitude more than love for you for showing me such things.
I don't really know where I'm going with this letter, so I better stop writing.
Forever greatful,
Princess Alexea.
After the lights turned off in the castle, I walked down to the beach. I placed the letter in the sea, and watched it float off, hoping somehow, Isobella would see it.
It was two days after I finally found closure with the whole Isobella situation and my wedding day. I got out of bed in excitement and put on my robe. I thought it would be a good idea to get a quiet walk by myself before Susan and Lucy came to transform me for a second time that year.
I found my feet taking me towards the Northern Garden. It was rather a good idea as I hadn't seen or heard any of Susan's plans for the decorating wedding. I haven't even seen the dress. I was in for a real surprise. When I got to the garden it was the most beautiful sight. Susan had done a wonderful job for only three days.
The Northern Garden was lined with white, wooden chairs. The rows of chairs were joined together with fabric and white and a soft yellow with white lilies and yellow lilies intertwined. At the front of the isle was an arch of white wood, with the same flowers twisted into it. There were poles on the outside of the chairs that held the same white and yellow fabric which crossed over to the other side. The sunlight shone through the gaps, illuminating different spots throughout the chairs.
"Are you happy?' chirped Susan as she walked up to me.
"Unbelievably so! It's beautiful Susan. Thank you," I told her with gratitude.
"I'm so glad you like it!" she said, "I just wish I had time to make it better and more extravagant."
I laughed at the last bit, "No Su, it's perfect."
"You need to be in your room soon, so we can get you ready."
"Don't worry, I'll be there." I said as she walked away tending to the left over things to do.
I walked around for a little while longer only to be interrupted by Peter. I quickly ran to hide; it was bad luck for the groom to see the bride before the wedding.
"Lex, why are you hiding?" he laughed but still kept his distance.
"It's bad luck for the groom to see the bride before the wedding!" I exclaimed.
"That's just a wives tale," he chuckled.
"Well what if it is true? Huh? Just close your eyes so I can leave and get ready," I told him huffing.
"Lex!" he said scoffing.
"Just do it Pete," I told him.
"Can I get a kiss then? Last time I checked that wasn't bad luck."
"Only if you close your eyes though."
"Fine," he obliged. He closed his eyes, and once I made sure he had, I quickly ran to him and placed a chaste kiss to his lips.
"See you soon Pete," I whispered to him as I ran off to my room.
I sat down at my vanity and let Susan pull my hair in every direction while Lucy applied a little bit of makeup.
"Susan, stop moving her head, I'm going to wreck the eyeliner!" Lucy yelled at her sister.
"I'm sorry Lu, but there's just so many knots!" said Susan flicking the back of my head.
"Ouch, that hurt!" I said. Susan ignored me and continued curling my hair. Once she was done, she twisted some hair back and pinned it at the back. She left a few curls to frame my face and then placed some small yellow and white lilies to cover the pins at the back of my head.
"There, you're done," said Lucy as she finished my makeup.
"Oh wow, it's simple yet so elegant," I told them both.
"Yes, I know. Extravagant up-dos are my thing. Besides, the dress goes better with this hairstyle."
"Can I finally see it?" I asked her excited.
"Before you see it, I must say that, under the circumstances, I couldn't get one you wanted. The seamstress' didn't have time to make the big ball gown, but they made this dress and I must say, it's even more beautiful than the one you wanted."
"I don't care if it's big Susan, as long as I wear it when I marry Pete, it'll be fine!" I said to her smiling and getting an 'aw' from the two girls.
Susan walked to the wardrobe and back out carrying the most beautiful dress ever. It was made with the most beautiful Narnian lace; it had long sleeves and a deep V neckline. It hugged my body and became a little looser around my thighs, flowing into a skirt with a long train. She then turned it around to reveal the low cut back.
"Oh my, it's so beautiful. Thank you so much for everything!" I exclaimed hugging her.
She helped me into the dress and then got Lucy and herself ready. They looked beautiful in their strapless, soft yellow gowns. Susan then picked up three bouquets. Mine was the biggest, full of yellow and white lilies, with Susan and Lucy's being smaller with only white lilies to contrast against their dresses.
There was a knock at the door, letting us know everyone was seated and waiting for the bride. I squealed in excitement. I was finally going to marry Peter.
The doors that lead to the Northern Garden were opened and in shone the beautiful Narnian sunlight. I saw Lucy go down the aisle, slowly followed by Susan who turned around and winked at me. Once they made it down the front, the Narnian people stood up. The Narnian bridal march began and I started to make my way down the aisle; all the while my eyes never leaving Peter's sight.
Once I made it to the altar, I saw Aslan standing there, waiting to marry us.
"Princess," he said bowing. I bowed back. I then turned to face the congregation. I was stunned to see every chair, every inch of space occupied by my people. A wave of love spread over me. I turned back to Peter to see him beaming at me. Before Aslan could speak, he mouthed to me, "I love you."
I smiled and said, "I love you back."
Aslan started, "We have gathered today to celebrate the unity of our High King Peter and Princess Alexea. When one loves another as strongly as these two do, it deserves to be shared with the world, and by you being here today, it is indeed being shared."
Aslan continued and then asked us to read our vows.
"I, Peter, take thee Alexea, to be my lawful wedded wife, to have and to hold, from this day forward. For better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health. I will love and honour you all the days of my life." And with that, Peter slid the plain white gold band onto my finger.
It was now my turn. "I, Alexea, take thee Peter, to be my lawful wedded husband, to have and to hold, from this day forward. For better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health. I will love and honour you all the days of my life." And then I slid the masculine white gold band onto his finger.
"You have declared your love in front of your God and your people. May your God strengthen this declaration and bless you both. May these rings be with you forever for what these rings join, men cannot divide. I now announce you husband and wife."
I looked at Peter giddy with excitement. I knew what came next.
"You may now kiss the bride!" Aslan finished.
With that, I threw my hands in the air, pulled Peter close to me and kissed him like I'd always dreamed of.
The reception was well under way, it was now nearing sun down and already people had already consumed too much wine. Edmund and Susan, were guilty of this and were on the dance floor busting out some questionable dance moves.
I had just finished getting the cake Peter smashed into my face off when he came over to me.
"Dearest wife, do you care to dance?" he asked smiling.
"Of course, dearest husband." As we made our way to the floor, everyone else cleared out for us as we started our first dance as husband and wife. The band began to play something slow and I was instantly transported back to when Peter and I danced at his birthday all those months ago.
"What do suppose their thinking?" he asked the same question I just replayed in head.
"When the wedding will be," I told him laughing.
"You were thinking of the same thing too?" he asked astonished.
"Well it was the last time we danced together," I told him. He smiled.
"Have I told you how beautiful you look today?" he asked.
"More than once," I said as he twirled me around.
"Good."
"I can't believe we're finally married," I told him.
He thought for a while. "You remember that day at the beach, when we pushed each other into the water?" he asked.
"Yeah, why?" I said looking at him.
"Well, I can stop waiting now," he said looking to the crowd that was watching us intently.
"Stop waiting for what?" I said even more confused than before.
"I can stop waiting for this to be forever, because as of today, it is. It's you and me forever," he said kissing me softly.
I smiled at my husband, content with everything. I leaned into Peter and rested my cheek to his, just as I had done on his birthday. As we continued to waltz throughout the night, I knew the very best of my life was yet to come and I was glad that I got to do everything in Narnia with him.
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