My Username has changed – it was 'alextwilight101' but it is now 'Alexandra the Dream'. I really like my new Username, and it shows that I have gotten more mature than the time I went through the 'Twilight-Everything-Craze'.

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Recap:

Susan sent a few maids up to the castle with all of our dresses (Lucy and Susan were picking up some ordered dresses for them). I smiled as we mounted the horses, feeling like I was creating one big family.

I sat on my horse and looked around.

"Susan, Lucy, do you mind if I go to the cliff? I feel like getting a bit of sea air," I asked the two.

"Of course, just remember to come back in time for luncheon," Susan said.

Lucy looked annoyed with my leaving, until Susan whispered something in her ear. Lucy then smiled brightly at me.

"I'll...see you later," I said, kicking my horse into canter.

I rode through the town, through the fields and up to the cliff top.

I finally reached it, after nearly two hours of riding. I dismounted in the field and turned to pat the horse.

"Thank you," I thanked the mare.

"No need, my Lady," a voice said.

"Who said that?" I spun around, wishing I could have something to defend myself with.

"It was I, my Lady," the voice came from directly behind me.

The only thing that was behind me was the mare. I turned slowly and saw her looking at me with eyes far more intelligent than any horse back in England.

"Excuse me?"

"Of course, my Lady," that time, it was the mare speaking.

I jumped back with a yell.

"You can talk?" I pointed at the mare, my voice rising quite noticeably.

The mare nodded, but seemed slightly annoyed with my reaction.

"I can, my Lady, as can every other animal in Narnia," she explained. "My name is Lyra, my Lady."

I nodded slowly, with wide eyes, unable to take in all of the information thrust upon me.

"If you would excuse me, my Lady, I am going to have a graze," Lyra informed me, before trotting off to another part of the field we were in and grazing.

I turned away and started walking to the cliff edge. The sun was warming as it was beginning to set (after all, breakfast had been at eleven, it took an hour to get to the dressmaker's, we spent three hours in there, and it took another two and a half hours to reach the cliff top) and the sea breeze was strong, but still warm, as it blew my blonde hair back, along with my silver cape and blue dress.

I gazed at the horizon, where the deep blue sea and the light blue sky met, and wished I could go back home, to my family.

As soon as the thought sprung to my mind, tears leaked in the corners of my eyes.

I wanted to be home, where I could curl up on the sofa, watching some soap opera, half-lying on Mum with a blanket around us.

That reminded me of the time when my cousin, Maddie, and my younger sister, Claire, were playing together on Christmas Eve.

"Please?"

"No."

"Pretty please?"

"No!"

"Pretty please with sugar on top?"

"For the last time, no! You're just as impatient as your father, and don't look so happy about that either."

I giggled at Claire's sullen expression when she placed her present down. Claire was just like our Dad, impatient as ever, and they both were worse at Christmas. They really wanted to open their presents, and I did too, but I could wait.

Mum turned back to the telly, but I watched Maddie as she picked Claire up, placed her in her lap and began reading 'The Night Before Christmas' to her.

I snuggled closer to Mum, and she put her arm around me. All that was needed was Dad returning home from work, and then it would all be perfect.

I opened my eyes and found myself crying from the memory. I sank to me knees, letting the tears fall down my face, but not allowing myself to sob, at least, not aloud.

Once I had finished, I wiped my eyes and looked up at the sun. Instead of being about two hands distance above the sea (remember, I am on a cliff so all proportions are wrong) it was now halfway under the sea, meaning I had been there for hours.

I quickly wiped away my tears and got to me feet, the breeze still blowing, but colder than before.

Suddenly, a hand was on my shoulder, making my jump and stumble backwards. However, a strong pair of arms caught me. I clutched the person, my face in their chest, breathing in the scent of morning dew and musk.

Hang on – I recognised that smell.

I looked up slowly and found myself staring into the deep brown eyes of Edmund Pevensie.

"Edmund," I quickly righted myself. "What are you doing here?"

"Susan and Lucy sent me to check on you and make sure you're okay. You've been gone for hours."

I noticed he was wearing some brown trousers, a red tunic underneath a chainmail one, black boots and sword hanging at his side. His brown horse was grazing near Lyra.

"Oh, well, I'm fine," I said, turning towards the sun.

"Why did you come out here?" he gently asked me.

"I was thinking."

"About what?"

I looked at my feet, keeping silent, before Edmund stood next to me and placed two fingers under my chin to lift my head up and make me look at him.

"My family, I was feeling lonely, and it felt like there was no one to talk to," I admitted slowly.

"You always have me," he said, gazing down at me.

I took his hands into mine and turned so I was facing him fully. His hand stroked my cheek gently, before pressing a kiss to my forehead, making my eyelids flutter shut. I felt his breath, hot on my face, move down over my brow, nose and hovering above my lips. I moved my head up, so there was a breaths width between our lips. Just as he was about to close the gap, the sound of two horses galloping towards us made us jump apart.

We both turned and saw Peter and Caspian riding towards us on horseback.

"Hurry up Ed," Peter yelled as the two elder Kings halted their steeds.

Caspian eyes the situation and realised what had been going on between Edmund and me. Peter, however, was as blind as a bat about it, and it seemed he cared more about getting back to the castle in time for dinner.

Edmund and I didn't look at each other for the whole ride back. The silence was an awkward one, with Caspian darting glances between the youngest king and me, whilst Peter carried on without realising anything was going on.

"That's it," Edmund exclaimed, making everyone jump, as the silence was broken.

He kicked his horse into a gallop and went away up the track. I exchanged a startled glance with the two Kings, before Peter started to follow Edmund.

"What was that about?" I asked Caspian.

"I'm not sure, anyway, what were you and Edmund doing on the cliff before Peter and I found you two?"

"I...uh...we weren't doing anything," I stuttered.

The Telmarine King's black eyebrows rose.

"Really?"

I hesitated before sighing.

"If I tell you, will you promise to keep it a secret?"

"Yes, carry on."

"I'm not sure, but I think he was going to kiss me," I hung my head.

Caspian was silent.

"And you let him?"

"Yes, I even went along with it...Caspian, what's wrong with me?" I begged him. "Why does my stomach fill with flutters whenever I see Edmund? Why can I never talk properly around him? Why did I hate Lady Cecilia for touching his hand?"

I was close to crying, but Caspian shocked me by laughing softly.

"The answer is simple, dear Alena; you are in love with him."

"What?" I turned to face him. "How can you make such a comment? How can you say that?"

"Because those are things I feel when I'm around or with Susan."

"So you admit your feelings for the Gentle Queen?" I tried to change the subject.

"Not so fast, I admitted my feelings for Susan over a week ago, when we announced we were courting. Anyway, you need to admit your feelings for the Just King to yourself as well as him."

"But what if he doesn't return the feelings in that way?"

"I am sure he does," Caspian stated. "Now then, we should be getting back."

I nodded, but as Caspian nudged his horse into a trot, a thought sprung to my mind.

"Caspian," the Telmarine King turned to face me. "This conversation never happened."

He nodded; allowing me to relax and feel like a load had been taken off my shoulders. We kicked our horses into gallop to find the two brothers.

The evening had arrived and the five monarchs and I were sat in a sitting room, with a roaring fire and a large platter of cheese, bread and fruit for us to share was set before us.

I was sharing a sofa with Lucy, whilst Susan and Peter said opposite the fire, meaning Caspian and Edmund sat opposite Lucy and me.

The dinner was very awkward once more, as whenever Edmund and I would make eye contact, we would keep it, until Caspian gave a warning cough when Peter, Susan or Lucy caught onto it. When we looked away, it became painfully awkward.

"That's it," Susan snapped. "Alena, bedroom, now!"

I knew to agree with her when she was in this mood, so I walked into the adjoining bedroom, before sitting on the bed and waiting.

There was a terrible amount of shouting and a couple of dull 'thuds' and sharp 'smacks' before Edmund was thrust into the room and the door locked behind him.

"What was that about?" I asked him, standing up.

"It was nothing, just some personal matters," he shrugged it off.

I let out a small sigh and sat back on the bed.

"So, what do they expect us to do?" I asked.

"Susan has got it into her head that we have had an argument, and that was causing the awkwardness. So I guess that," he lay on the bed next to me. "She wants us to apologise and sort it out."

I lay there, neither of us knowing what to say.

"Edmund," I started, thinking of a question.

"Yes?" he looked at me.

"Why did you feel the need to...well...you know..." I trailed off, unsure of how to phrase my question.

"What are you talking about?" he seemed faintly amused at my stuttering.

"On the cliff, before Peter and Caspian arrived," I mumbled.

"Pardon?"

I repeated my sentence, a little louder this time, but not looking at him.

He got to his feet and started pacing about the room, mumbling to himself, angrily.

"Edmund," I stood up.

"What?" he turned on me.

"Please answer my question."

"Why?"

"Because I want to know," I answered lamely.

"Fine, I'll tell you!"

By this time, our voices had risen in volume.

"I really like you!"

I gaped at him; Edmund liked me? I thought he didn't return my feelings.

He obviously took my silence as a rejection, as he stormed to the door. The four monarchs rushed into the room when Edmund shouted, so the door was open. Allowing Edmund to stalk past them, pushing them out of his way.

"Edmund!" I called, going after him.

I reached the hall and saw him storming to his room. I ran after him, but he slammed the door in my face and locked it.

"Edmund, open this door!"

No answer, so I reverted to plan b, pleading.

"Edmund, please open the door."

Still nothing, time for plan c, brute intimidation.

"Edmund, if you don't open this door, swear to Aslan, I shall knock it off its hinges."

Because there was silence for a while, I decided to go to the truth.

"We need to talk," I stated gently, but loud enough for him to hear. "I'll be in my room if you choose to take my offer up."

I ran away to my room and immediately crossed to my balcony, to stand, watching the night sky. I pulled the ribbon out of my hair angrily, and dropped it on the floor. My hair fell in my eyes, but I was too emotionally exhausted to brush it away.

I was angry with myself, more than anything, because I let Edmund assume that I didn't like him. I bit my lip as I tried to hold back my sobs.

"What a prick," I muttered, not sure whom, out of Edmund or me, I was calling a prick.

"I know," a familiar, husky voice added from behind me.

I spun around and saw Edmund was leaning against the door to the balcony.

So then, there's Chapter Seven of 'The Call'. I would have carried on, but my fingers are aching from typing all day, so I'm going to give it a rest now.

This was a quick update, and I am proud of it.

I hope you enjoy this chapter! Please PM me if you have any questions involving the storyline or the characters and I will be happy to answer them. You can also send them in a review and tell me which parts you liked and which you thought I could improve on.

I will be including more names as the story goes on, so bear with me.

Thanks for sticking with me so far,

Alexandra the Dreamer.

P.S

If you are wondering about my username, you haven't read the Author Notes at the top, but I will inform you once more. I changed it from 'alextwilight101' because I wanted a fresh start for my working story and I needed to clear my head from Twilight based stuff.

Thanks for reading.