Ophelia awoke to a little girl jumping up and down on her bed. Rubbing her eyes, she registered the face of Queen Lucy. The young girl smiled down at Ophelia.

"Wake up Ophelia, Peter has been practicing all morning! And he is getting rather good, I would hate for him to win." She said continuing to jump all around Ophelia.

"I thought he didn't need practice?" Ophelia spoke with a loud yawn causing Lucy to giggle.

"Lucy! There you are!" Susan shouted entering the tent. "I thought you'd wondered off. I hope she hasn't woke you."

"Ophelia is to fight Peter today remember?" Lucy enquired at Susan who laughed.

"It isn't a fight, I am merely testing to see if he is as good as he thinks he is. Perhaps I will let him win, he needs the confidence if he is to lead the Narian Army." Ophelia said, sitting up in her bed with smirk.

"Well I think it would be absolutely dreadful if you were to let him win Ophelia. All this king stuff is getting to his head." Susan noted with a serious expression. Lucy nodded in agreement.

"Well all right if you insist your majesty." Ophelia said with a wink.

"Please call me Susan."

"And me Lucy!"

"As you wish Susan and Lucy." Ophelia laughed arising from the comfort of her bed. "I will change and see to it that King Peter's ego is throughly crushed."

Susan and Lucy both snickered as the left the room anticipating the moment when their brother was defeated by a girl. Ophelia pulled off her white nightgown and folded it over the edge of the bed. After she finished washing up, she pulled on all her ranger clothes, leaving the armor, and laced up her black leather boots. Grabbing her sword she ran out of the tent. The morning air greeted Ophelia with a gentle kiss as she made her way towards a signaling Lucy.

"I got you some breakfast Ophelia!" Lucy sand running over to her friend.

"I am most honored Lucy, however it is I who should be serving you." Ophelia replied shocked at Lucy's actions.

"Nonsense" She yelped. "Peter is waiting for you. Over that rise." She continued pointing at a small grassy knoll in the distance. Ophelia smiled, she was about to teach this King a lesson in pride. Aslan words repeated in her head causing her to roll her eyes.

"It's about time." Peter spat when he saw Lucy and Ophelia approach.

"As I recall your majesty, you said to meet you at dawn. If you look there," Ophelia spoke with a smirk pointing a the sun that had just breached the horizon "you would notice that I am indeed exactly on time, down to the second."

"She's got a point Peter." Edmund laughed causing his brother to let out a sigh of frustration.

"I haven't missed it have I?" Susan yelled running towards her siblings and Ophelia.

"No. You have not Susan. Now watch Edmund maybe you could learn a thing or two." Peter said with a smug expression on his face as he drew his sword.

Ophelia raised an eyebrow at Peter before drawing her own sword, its golden handle shimmering in the recent sunlight. She then stared at the King, waiting in her battle stance, for the boy to make his first move. Her eyes locked onto his, the intensity of the moment increased as both of the teenagers stared at each other with concentration. Peter broke off their connection as he soon hurtled himself and his sword at Ophelia, who gracefully maneuvered her sword to block his and unarm King's aword flew across the grass. She stood tall, proud, and with a sword pointed at her opponet's neck. She smiled.

"Again." Peter demanded as soon as Ophelia lowered her sword.

"Oh come on Peter you didn't even last ten seconds!" Susan cried with amusement.

"That was amazing!" Lucy shouted.

"Can you teach me how to do that?" Edmund asked.

"I can teach you, and Peter if he would..."

"AGAIN." Peter interrupted with a yell picking up his sword and readying himself for another go. Ophelia sighed, she hoped this would be the last time she'd have to prove herself. Something was different this time, as she walked in a slight circle following the path Peter had begun, she noted a passion in his eyes, a drive that she hardly saw in the Narnian soldiers. And that is when he attacked, his sword fell heavy on top of hers. The two swords danced in the air, Ophelia whirled around up and down the grassy knoll, but every jab he would block, every surprise movement he caught. She had to admit she was shocked at his sudden improvement. Several mintues had passed. There was a moment, when she actually thought he might win, however the second Peter didn't check his stance, Ophelia swung her right leg right behind the kings upper calves, causing him to fall to his knees, sword on the ground, blade to his throat.

The king looked up at Ophelia with short breaths and wide eyes she had definitely caught him off his guard.

"You know, for a second time around, that was very well done your majesty. I am very surprised." Ophelia smiled, putting her sword away and offering a hand to the boy on the ground.

He hesitantly took it, surprised at how small her hand was in his and amazed at how her small slender fingers could easily lift a heavy sword.

Without releasing her hand, he finally managed a weak smile, "Please call me Peter, I insist."

"Well then Peter, I would like to congratulate you on being one of the toughest opponents I have ever faced." Ophelia laughed. Both the exhausted teens glanced over to find Lucy, Susan and Edmund staring at them. Ophelia quickly withdrew her hand from Peter's grasp, while he took a few steps back realizing how close they had actually been. Edmund let out a small chuckle.

"That was brilliant Peter!" Lucy cried with excitement as she ran to hug her brother.

"Yes you did very well."Susan agreed.

"I would, um, like to uh, learn how you did that, if you would still teach me despite my lack of respect before." Peter asked with a hesitated look that was soon swept away by Ophelia's welcoming laugh.

"You are the King of Narnia, and the new leader of the army, I would be honored." Ophelia said with a wink causing Peter to sigh with relief. He was amazed at her skill with a blade, and he had to admit he was a little intimidated by her.

"Come with us to lunch please Ophelia!" Lucy asked grabbing the young warriors hand and pulling her away towards the camp.

"Yes please." Susan added.

"I would love to." Ophelia replied with a smile, looking back at Peter and Edmund before being dragged away by the Queens of Narnia. Edmund looked at Peter and followed his brother's gaze to Ophelia as she ran away with their sisters.

"She is really pretty don't you think?" Edmund asked trying to get information out his brother. Although he had to admit she was beautiful, only a fool would deny it.

"Yeah..." Peter answered his gaze still focused on Ophelia. Edmund chuckled in approval.

"Wait I mean, no! Well she is, I mean, she is not ugly..." Peter stumbled trying to play down the situation, it wasn't like he liked her, definitely not, she was just the most beautiful girl he had ever seen.