The days following mostly consisted of sitting in the library and discovering more and more about the strange land of Narnia. Caspian, being the king, could not spend as much time in the library with Amelia as he wished. He had many meetings, along with his daily fencing lessons and navigation studies- since he had never learned as a boy.

Amelia didn't mind being alone, for she kept herself busy reading, fascinated by the wondrous stories of Narnia's past. She came to understand the complicated matter of the Pevensies, though the interpretations of their story varied. All of them did say, however, that they were the great rulers during the Golden Age of Narnia. But one day, all four of them vanished and were not seen again until thousands of years later, only they strangely were children again. This was when Caspian met them and they fought against Caspian's uncle to free Narnia.

One morning, instead of sitting in the library, Amelia decided to bring her notes and books into the courtyard, for she could tell it would be her last chance before winter when it would be far to cold to sit outside and read. But the courtyard was not only for sitting in the autumn sun, for it was Caspian's favorite place to practice his swordsmanship.

Metal clanged and the stone ground echoed every shifting step. Amelia quickly became to distracted from her notes on the Telmarines, and focused more the clashing swords- and more specifically, the men wielding them. Each movement was precise and both men were very skilled, but Caspian had learned well and with a twist of his sword, the other man's weapon flipped through the air and clattered the ground. Both chuckled and shook hands.

"You improve every day, your Majesty." The man said. "Though I'd work on your footwork for tomorrow's practice."

"Will do." Caspian replied before the man left the courtyard and he began to pick up his things. He moved to pick up his sword, but found that it was missing. A silver point met his eye.

"Teach me." Caspian stood up, the end of the sword following. He stepped back, surprised to find Amelia holding the weapon. She took a deep breath, courage and nerves mixing in her chest. "To fight, I mean… only if you have the time of course. You must be very busy, as the king-" she started to ramble on, which Caspian couldn't help but find adorable.

"I would love to." Caspian said. He looked at her long silk dress and chuckled. "But I'm afraid you are not dressed for the task."

"I suppose you're right." She lifted her skirt and dropped it with a laugh. "Would you mind then? Waiting for me to change?" She handed him the sword.

"Not in the slightest." He grinned and she went back into the castle, trying to contain her excitement until she was out of Caspian's sight. She felt like a schoolgirl, giddy and giggling as she skipped down the hall.

Caspian examined the blade in the glittering sunlight. He knew very well not to underestimate a woman, for he recalled Susan's skill in battle. He was taken off guard, however, by Amelia's request for him to teach her, when he still needed much practice himself. But he knew that he would never be able to refuse her.

She came back to to the court yard wearing a loose crimson blouse and comfortable black pants, with the ends tucked into boots. She spun around.

"Better?"

"Perfect." He hand her the blade, gripping his own in a beginning stance. "Now, start like this." She mirrored him and met his blade with her's. "Move your right foot like this…"

With each lesson, Amelia improved immensely and soon she was able to fight without instruction, predicting Caspian's next move. Each lesson ended the same way: Amelia would lose her balance or Caspian would manage to get her weapon out of her hands- until one day, about two weeks after the lessons began.

Amelia had fallen and Caspian stood over her, sword pointed at her chest. He smiled and lowered his weapon. Amelia thought quickly and swept his feet out from underneath him, sending him tumbling to the ground, his sword falling a few feet away. She stood up and now it was her blade at his throat. Caspian chuckled.

"I haven't been bested in a fight in a long time." he said, standing and dusting himself off. "I have to say, it's refreshing."

"I've been taught well." Amelia smirked. Something while floated down in front of her, followed by many others. "Snow!" She exclaimed, holding out her hand where the cold flakes landed and melted. She twirled around, marveling at the sight before her.

Suddenly she stopped, the joy in her eyes replaced by sadness and grief. Caspian's brows furrowed in a puzzled expression.

"Amelia? What's wrong?"She looked up at him with a forced smile on her lips.

"Nothing. I was just lost in thought." Her eyes were lined with tears and Caspian saw through her lies. He lead her to a small group of chairs out of reach of the snow's fall and the two sat.

"Please, tell me what troubles you so." He pleaded, resting his hand onto hers. "Perhaps I can help." She shook her head.

"It's nothing really." Her gaze stayed on the ground until he lightly lifted her chin so that her view moved from the cold stone to his dark, worried eyes. Amelia sighed. "You see, every year on the first snowfall of the season, my father and I would go out into the middle of town and dance until our legs were sore. It became our strange little tradition." She toyed with the fabric of her shirt. "This will be my first winter without him." She wiped away the stray tears collecting on her cheeks. Caspian tightened his grip on her hand.

"I'm terribly sorry. I know what it's like to lose one's father." Caspian looked up at the sky. "He was murdered by my uncle for the throne."

"My father died in the war. They told me that he was shot down defending London in an air raid." Caspian of course was curious as to what an air raid was, but decided not to ask. Amelia took a shaky breath. "He was a hero." She added sadly. Caspian stood.

"Well I believe that a true hero should be honored." He bowed and held out his hand. "Amelia Connelly, in the loving memory of your father, may I have this dance?" Amelia watched him in disbelief, a true smile tugging at her lips.

"It would be my pleasure." She laced her fingers through his and they both walked to the middle of the courtyard. The snow flakes stuck to her lashes and speckled Caspian's black hair with white. She laid a hand on his shoulder and he wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her close enough to where she could rest her head on his chest.

The two swayed back and forth, letting the weather freeze the world around them, feeling as though time had also come to an icy halt. Caspian spun Amelia out and back in, causing her to giggle. They stepped forward and back and to the side until they were waltzing around the entire courtyard, their eyes never leaving each other. When they had returned to the middle, Caspian dipped Amelia so that her braided hair nearly touched the ground.

As he slowly brought her back up, he leaned towards her and for a brief fluttering moment, their lips met. For that moment, the snow seemed to stop falling, justing floating through the air around them. When they both pulled away, Amelia felt dizzy and Caspian's eyes were wide, looking stunned. Amelia was the first to speak.

"Thank you." Her voice was barely above a whisper. "For all of this." She curtsied and quickly turned, almost running inside, leaving Caspian standing in the snow staring after her in shock. He closed his eyes and laughed merrily, his gaze lifting to the clearing skies.

"Thank you." Was all he could manage to say.

Even back in her room, Amelia's heart continued to beat wildly. She closed the door and slid down against it, everything that had just happened replaying over and over in her mind.

"Look at you! You must be freezing!" Mrs. Ashbey exclaimed. Amelia hadn't even noticed her standing there.

"Not at all." She replied breathlessly. She found herself on the other side of the room and Mrs. Ashbey started running a bath. Amelia searched the room until she found what she needed. She grabbed a pencil from the desk and opened to the first page. The blank paper stared up at her, waiting for the words to flow from her mind to her hands onto the parchment. Taking a deep breath, she touched her pencil to the page and began to write.

Okay guys, I am so sorry that this chapter has taken so much longer than the last one. I have this schedule where I don't update until the following chapter is finished so that way I'm not scrambling to finish a chapter and post that chapter right afterwards. I know that this chapter isn't the longest, but I hope that it's satisfyingly fluffy. The reason this took so long for a short chapter is because the next chapter is an absolute monster so I promise that the wait is worth it. Keep letting me know what you think! P.S, for those of you who were wondering, I will be going through the plot of Voyage of the Dawn Treader.