Okay then, so thanks to everyone who reviewed/favourite/subscribed.

In this chapter, I come up with the possible idea of Peter's love interest (bearing in mind she'll be more confident than she's shown, since I haven't really had her in that much). So please tell me what you think of her, or if you don't like her, send me an idea of your own and I'll consider it as an option.

Enjoy reading, and next chapter – The Voyage of The Dawn Treader! (This is why this chapter is relatively short again."

I woke up to sunlight streaming in through the open window. Sitting up, I stretched and held the covers to my bare body. When I saw the sheets next to me were empty, I looked around until I saw the balcony doors were open.

"Edmund?" I called out, running a hand through my hair.

A familiar brown haired man walked into the room, wearing breeches and an un-tucked loose shirt, with messy hair.

"Good morning," he smiled, walking over to the bed and sitting on the edge of it. "How're you feeling?"

"Never better," I replied, stretching and lying across the pillows on my back, with the covers still over me.

He leant down and pressed a kiss to my lips before sitting up again.

"Do you want some tea?" he asked me, gesturing to a silver tray with a pot of tea, two cups, two saucers, several spoons and a bowl of sugar, sat atop the desk.

"Who brought that up?" I asked him.

"Dear Mrs. Carter," Edmund replied, as he strode over to the tray. "She nearly had a heart attack when she saw I had bedded a 'Young Maiden'." Edmund put on a croaky voice as he spoke the last two words.

I giggled as brought a cup of tea over to me. I sat up, tucking the covers under my armpits, and took it gratefully and sipped at the hot, sugary liquid.

As Edmund sat on the bed beside me, I draped my legs over his, making sure my torso was still covered.

Edmund and I sat in comfortable silence, as we drank our tea and fondly recalled last night's memories.

I finished my tea and leant across the bed to put it on the side table to the right of me.

"So," Edmund began, putting his finished tea down and placing a hand on the exposed skin of my thigh, making a knot begin to form in my abdomen once more.

"So?" I repeated, looking at him and trying to fight the feeling of lust running through my veins at that moment.

"What do you want to do today?"

"I'm not entirely sure," I responded, stretching my arms again.

"I have an idea," he said, throwing his left leg across mine, trapping them to the bed as he leaned forwards to rest his forehead against mine.

I brushed my lips against his lightly, before leaning back and lying down on the pillows.

"As much as I'd like to stay in bed, we have to get up."

Grudgingly, Edmund agreed, but asked the maid, who came up to collect the tray, to fetch a dress for me.

I recognised her as Amorea, so I waved to her, smiling brightly. She nodded courteously to me, before taking the tray and walking out of the room.

"Who's that?" Edmund asked me, as he began lacing up his shirt.

"Amorea, a very nice servant, why?"

"Is she married?"

"Nope."

"Engaged?"

"No."

"In a courtship?"

"For goodness sake, why?"

"She didn't blush when she saw me in my shirt and breeches, almost in my underwear."

"Ed! Why should she blush? And why should you care?" I huffed.

"Because of my dashing good looks," Edmund joked, before going serious. "Do you think her affections lie with someone else? And I don't care, I'm just curious."

"From what I've heard from other maids chatting together, I'm pretty sure she doesn't like any of the village men or male servants. But why is it important?"

Edmund stared at the door, until a spark of recognition flared in his eyes.

"That's the maid Peter's been getting to bring our letters to us when we spend the day in the study. Come to think about it, he's been dreaming about her too. When he falls asleep during our study days, he starts muttering the name 'Amorea' in his sleep. And I'm pretty sure he's been meeting up with her in private, too."

I spluttered, looking at Edmund in utter disbelief. "How do you know that?"

"I listen to the maid's gossiping when walking through the corridors," he replied smugly, knowing something that I didn't.

"That's so sweet," I grinned, clapping my hands together happily.

"But against the law," Edmund muttered, looking very unhappy.

"What?"

"There's a silly law, passed ages ago, one of the first to be made, saying that no royal may marry anyone under their title."

"That's stupid," I said, horrified at the thought that Peter and Amorea could never get together. "I mean, it would be lovely for Peter to marry Amorea, as they'd make such beautiful children and I'd love to have her as a sister in law!"

"Alena!" Edmund said sharply. "We don't even know if they like each other like that anyway."

"Oh yeah," I said, slightly crestfallen.

"But that doesn't mean we can't enlist the help of Susan, Caspian and Lucy to help us get them together."

With a squeal of delight, I grabbed the front of Edmund's shirt and pulled him down to kiss him deeply and passionately.

A knock on the door made us pull apart, slightly breathless and flushed.

"Come in," I called, pushing Edmund off me and making sure I was decently covered by the sheets.

Amorea opened the door and walked in with my two-tone blue dress in her hands. It had pale blue under sleeves and under skirt, a dark blue velvet over dress with sleeves that reached my elbows where they flared out, a split down the middle of the skirt to see the under skirt and a square neckline. To top it all off, there was pale blue embroidery on the bodice and pale blue trimmings.

I thanked her as she gave the dress to me, before she walked back out of the room, after curtseying to Edmund.

I slipped the dress on, ran a brush through my hair quickly and yanked my boots on.

I looked at Edmund and saw he was wearing a blue shirt, brown breeches and black boots.

I took Edmund's outstretched hand, before winding my arm through his as we walked down the corridors, chatting about passing thoughts.

We greeted passing Narnians with smiles and gentle greetings, but mostly walked around in silence, just happy to be together.

However, the silence was broken by shouting coming from inside Caspian's study, making us stop in our tracks.

I exchanged a glance with Edmund, before he opened the doors.

Inside, Caspian was stood behind his desk; numerous pieces of parchment lying across it, and Peter stood in front of the desk, with his back towards us. Susan and Lucy stood by the window, Susan clutching at Lucy's shoulders and glaring at Caspian fiercely.

"Peter, I'm not a baby anymore, I'll be fine," Lucy said to Peter. "And Edmund and Alena will be with me, so, with Caspian as well, I'll have more than enough protection."

"Where are we going?" I asked Caspian.

"Nowhere, that's where," Peter roared at me, causing me to flinch back into Edmund's chest.

"Don't shout at Alena like that, she was only asking a question," Edmund snapped at Peter, wrapping an arm around my waist protectively.

"Caspian is planning to set off on the new ship, the Dawn Treader, to try to find the seven lost lords, his Father's old friends," Susan explained, never taking her glare off Caspian.

"What's wrong with that?" Caspian questioned.

"You're taking away half of my family," Peter slammed his fist on the desk, causing most people in the room to jump.

"I only want to bring Edmund, Alena and Lucy with me, because you and Susan are busy sorting out duties with Calormen and Archenland, you said so yourself."

"Peter, we'll be fine if we go," Edmund stepped forwards. "The crew will be trained in archery at the least, and Lucy and Alena are more than capable with fighting, along with Caspian and me. It'll be fine; we'll write to you at every chance."

I looked at Peter and saw he was close to giving up.

"Alright," Peter looked up. "When are you planning to leave?"

Susan stormed out of the room in a huff, slamming the doors with a loud bang.

"I'm guessing the courting is off for a while," Peter muttered idly.

Caspian looked crestfallen, Lucy and I glared at Peter for saying a thing like that, and Edmund looked slightly confused.

"So, we're going on a voyage, with people we don't know, to a place we don't know, to find seven Lords we don't know?" I asked Caspian as I sat in his room.

"Yeah..." Caspian answered me half-heartedly.

I looked up from the book I had been reading by the window and saw Caspian was still staring at the doors Susan had stormed out of three hours ago.

"Caspian," I put the book down and walked over to his desk, leaning on it so I could talk to him.

"Mm?" he looked up at me, finally tearing his gaze away from the door.

"I'm sure she'll forgive you."

"She won't," he replied, looking away again.

"What makes you so sure?"

"She told me personally that she hates me, she wishes she had never met me and she has called off the courtship."

"She was probably just angry."

"She said it rather calmly, and happily, might I add."

I couldn't think of anything to say, so I just gave Caspian a sad look.

"I'm so sorry."

He shrugged, seemed careless about it, but when he put his head down, I could see tears were forming in his eyes.

I slid off the desk and crouched in front of him, taking his hands in mine.

"It's okay," I soothed him, stroking the backs of his hands.

"But I really liked her – I don't want to part," he said mournfully.

"But did you love her?"

"Pardon?" Caspian looked up at my question.

I repeated it for him to hear me properly, and watched as he thought it through carefully.

"No..." he trailed out, shaking his head slightly.

"See," I gave him a small smile. "It's not all that bad."

He smiled wistfully at me, before sitting up straighter.

"Thank you, I really needed someone to tell me that," he answered honestly.

"You're welcome," I replied, giving him a warm smile. "Anytime, I'll see you later; I promised to meet up with Ed."

"You're always with him," he teased as I walked to the door.

I threw him a playful glare over my shoulder, before heading out of the study.

Edmund and I had arranged to meet up at the castle gates, with a cloak and boots that I could walk comfortably in.

I walked through the courtyard until I reached the gates, where I saw Edmund leaning against one of the walls, wearing a deep blue cloak. Once he saw me, he pushed off from the wall and walked towards me, lifting me up in a hug. He pressed a kiss to my temple, before pulling back, holding my hand and starting to walk through the gates.

We walked down the street, allowing the odd cart to trundle past, to the village. We walked through the village, greeting several Narnians and even accepting a rose off one in my case, and stopped in the centre, where a large market was going on.

"Alena," Edmund spoke as I was looking at stall of pottery.

"Yes?"

"I'll be back in a few minutes, I just need to look at some stalls for some things for Lucy and Susan," he said.

"Okay," I smiled at him, before looking back at the vases.

I spent my time wandering about the stalls, and even making a few purchases. I bought a pretty comb for Susan, a new diary for Lucy, a signet ring for Peter (since his was wearing out) in his crest, a book about old Narnia for Caspian and a new quill and pot of ink for Edmund; his ink well was almost dry and his quill was down to its last few letters.

As I was walking away from the bookstall, a little body bumped into me, causing me to stumble slightly.

I looked down to see a young Faun had run into my legs. As I looked at her expression, I saw she looked very upset and had tears pooling in her brown eyes.

"I'm so-so-sorry," she choked out. "Please don't kill me."

"Why would I kill you?" I asked, stooping down to her level and crouching in front of her.

"Because I bumped into you," she replied, looking distraught.

"Don't worry, I won't kill you," I promised her. "Where are your parents?"

"I don't know," she began to cry, so I automatically wrapped her in a hug.

"There, there; it's alright, we'll find them."

I picked her up and stood up, keeping a firm grip on her so she wouldn't fall out of my grasp.

"What's your name?" I asked her as I walked through the market, looking for any Fauns.

Surprisingly, there weren't that many, so it was hard for me to spot the younger Faun's family.

"Cora," she sniffled, her tears having stopped.

"I'll find your family, Cora."

I looked around a stall of fabrics and saw a worrying female Faun, conversing quickly with a male Faun.

"Excuse me," I began, making the two turn to look at me.

"Cora!" the female cried, holding out her arms.

Cora jumped down from my grasp and ran into her Mother's arms, hugging her tightly.

"Where did you go? Your Father and I have been so worried about you."

"I'm sorry Mummy."

Meanwhile, the Father Faun turned to look at me. He began to say something, but then his eyes widened as he realised who I was.

"Your majesty," he said, dipping into a low bow.

"No, please; I'm not a monarch so there is no need to bow," I said, holding up my hand.

"Are you sure?"

"I am, trust me."

"But thank you for finding our daughter; I don't know what we'd have done."

"It's fine, I'm just glad she's fine now."

"We must repay you," the Mother said.

"No, you don't have to."

"We must – I own a fabric shop – I'll give you a few yards for free!"

A few minutes later, I walked out of the fabric shop with a yard of shiny silver fabric that was slightly opaque. I waved to the family, before turning and looking for Edmund in the market.

"Looking for someone?" a pair of hands covered my eyes with a laugh.

"I'm not sure, why? Are you?" I teased, giggling madly.

Edmund spun me around and pressed a kiss to my lips. We parted, so I twisted my fingers with his.

"Where were you?" he asked me.

"Where were you?" I replied, arching my eyebrows at him.

"Somewhere private and I'm King, so I can keep secrets from you."

"Ha-ha," I rolled my eyes. "I found a young Faun, so I helped her find her family and in return I got a free yard of fabric in return."

"The people love you already, and you've not been here too long."

"Is that supposed to be a compliment?"

"Of course, and you know it is."

I elbowed Edmund in his ribs, so he huffed and pulled me into a tight hug. I smiled and pulled him down to kiss him. When he tried to deepen it, by sliding his hands down to my waist, I pulled away.

"Not in public," I scolded him with a smile.

He smiled back at me and took my hand in his, before we both wandered around the market, wondering what would happen next in our lives.

I hope you liked this chapter!

Next time – we begin The Voyage of The Dawn Treader!

Love,

Alexandra.