Author's Note: Thanks to everyone who reviewed! It really makes me happy to see how much you guys enjoyed it :D I'll try extra hard to make sure this chapter is most satisfactory! Hope you like it!

To crazyelf22: Thanks so so much for the praise and constructive criticism XD but not to be a pain, I just thought you should know that I was talking about the fauns, not the centaurs XD lol I know where you're coming from though, I should've been more descriptive. Enough of my rambling, on to the story!

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I didn't get much sleep that night at all. Groggily, I opened my eyes and sat up slowly. For a moment I panicked. Where am I? I looked around me wildly. Then, all of yesterday's events flooded into my head, and I relaxed. With newfound despair, I rested my chin on my knees. Sunlight was peeking through a crack in the ceiling. That made me remember when Caspian and I used to watch the sun rise together… Oh, Caspian. I found myself longing for him tremendously. I wondered if he pined for me as much as I missed him.

I was still brooding, when I heard fast paced footsteps approaching. I glanced quickly upward, to see a panting Lucy.

"Lucy!" I cried jumping up, "You came!"

"Of course," she said smiling, "And I brought you some breakfast."

She handed me a piece of toast. I ate it gratefully.

"Thanks."

"Not at all."

It was quiet for a bit.

"You know," I began, "I still cannot get over the fact that you all are real!"

"I beg your pardon?" she asked.

"I mean, I'm glad you all do, it's just that my father told me you were all just myths."

"Did he, now?" she asked, sounding rather upset.

"Yes," I said confused.

She closed her eyes, and sighed deeply.

"The Telmarines, your people, came from across the ocean. They found their way into Narnia, and tried to kill off all of its inhabitants. I won't deny that the Narnians were acting rather violently, but wouldn't you do the same if someone intruded in on your homeland?"

She was definitely cross now.

"So, the Narnians were angry that the Telmarines had overrun Narnia, so they retaliated. Naturally, the Telmarines were furious, and tried to destroy the Narnians completely in their rage. For a while, they thought they had succeeded, and built their castle in Telmar. We came back shortly after that, and witnessed what they had done to our country."

She gave me a dark look. I stared at her.

"You mean to say, that all my father told me was a lie?"

"Yes," she said sadly.

I was horror struck. "He made it sound like you were the bad ones, when it was really us all along."

"It's alright," said Lucy gently, "At least you know the truth now." I nodded my head.

After breathing deeply, I asked, "So how many are you?"

"Four," she answered, "including me. There's my older sister Susan who is 19, and my two older brothers, Peter and Edmund. Peter is 22, and Edmund is 18. I'm 16," she said rather proudly.

I pondered on that bit of information. "Which was the one that was with you yesterday?" I tried not to sound too desperate, but I was dying to know his name.

She looked confused, then realization dawned on her face. "Oh, that was Edmund."

Edmund… and he's only two years older…I felt my cheeks grow hot.

Lucy smiled slightly, "What?"

Gosh, she saw that! I have to be more careful…

" 'What', what?" I asked trying to play dumb, but to no avail.

Her smile became more profound. "You're blushing!"

I felt the warmth of my face intensify. "What? No I'm not!" I exclaimed, but it was no use.

She laughed, "Yes you are! Right when I said…" she paused, "…Edmund."

I now felt the heat spread across my neck and collarbone. She looked at me questioningly, one eyebrow raised.

I sighed, defeated. "Well, I was just thinking that your brother was, er, rather, um nice-looking." I had said the last few words so quietly she had to strain her ears to hear them.

She looked at me, dumbstruck. Then her face broke out into a wide grin, and started laughing uproariously. I felt that surely my cheeks were on fire. Lucy's whole body was shaking. After her fit, she was breathing hard as if she had just run a marathon. "Too funny," she murmured as she wiped tears from her eyes.

"What's so funny about me finding your brother attrac-" I didn't finish. Lucy's roaring laughter filled the dungeon.

I waited patiently for her to finish. When her giddiness subsided, she looked at me seriously.

"Edmund?" she asked incredulously.

"I… I said I find him attractive," I ignored Lucy's snort at this, "That doesn't mean I fancy him," I said defensively.

"Sure you don't," she said smirking, "You just wait. Soon, you'll be drooling all over him and kissing the ground where he walks!"

"I most certainly will not!"

"Oh yes you will!" she exclaimed, "Look at yourself! You turn tomato red every time I just say his name!"

"Oh shut up," I said sourly.

"Don't worry, I'm only teasing you," she said, still smiling.

"Just promise you won't tell him, okay?"

"I dunno… He might want to know if a girl fancies him. It'll give his self-esteem a boost." She grinned mischievously.

"I don't fancy him!" I almost yelled.

She opened her mouth to argue further, when a voice called out, "Lu! Lu? Come along, tea time!"

Lucy turned to me apologetically. "Sorry," she murmured, then ran down the corridor calling, "Coming Susan!"

Sighing, I sat back down on the ground. I ran through our conversation in my head. I couldn't fancy him…. Could I?

Lucy and I's ritual continued weeks after that. She would come and visit me every day and bring me food. This wasn't your normal revolting prisoner's food; it was delicious, fit for royalty. While I ate, she told me about Narnia, and the various adventures she and her siblings had. She had fully informed me on how she had first come to Narnia from a place called "Earth," and how they'd defeated the White Witch with the help of Aslan, the Great Lion. I was shocked when Lucy said that Edmund had been captured by the White Witch, and tortured.

"He hasn't been quite the same since," she'd told me.

Poor Edmund, I thought at the time. It's been nearly three weeks since I've seen him, and I almost forget what he looks like, except that he had black hair, and soft brown eyes.

I had been waiting for Lucy for a while, she usually came around noon. I could tell it was past that, because the sunlight coming through the crack in the ceiling was past the marking I had made on the floor for noon. Yes, I know. I was so bored, I decided to make my own sundial.

Anyway, I was sitting on the ground, tracing the stone slabs in the wall. I heard footsteps, I had been used to listening for Lucy all the time I could hear her walking from farther away. I stood up, the footsteps grew louder. Finally I saw a figure outlined in the shadows. It didn't look like Lucy… I was confused. Then it stepped into the glow of the torch. I froze, my heart jerked in my chest.

It wasn't Lucy, it was Edmund.

I stared at him, not willing to believe what my eyes were showing me. Such a gorgeous person couldn't exist. I blinked, but he was still there.

He tilted his head to the side a little, watching me.

My chest was beginning to tighten, I couldn't speak. I had just then realized that I had been holding my breath. I exhaled slowly.

I mentally slapped myself. He must think you're a fool now, gawking at him like that, mouth agape…

He stepped closer to the cell. I was frozen on the spot, eyes locked on his. I couldn't look away. He pushed a plate of food between the bars and stepped back. I reluctantly broke eye contact and bent down to eat.

After a while, I'd noticed he was still there. Just standing there, gazing at me curiously. Finally, I decided to say something to him. I cleared my throat quietly.

"Where is Lucy?" I asked tentatively.

He hesitated before answering slowly, "She is in bed, sick."

"Oh," was all I managed to say. "Tell her I hope she is well, your Majesty."

He gave me a small smile. My heart went wild.

"I will," he said, before turning gracefully and walking back down the corridor.

I found my eyes lingering longer than they should have on his retreating figure. His broad shoulders, his tall frame…

I tore my eyes away from him grudgingly, and attempted to calm my still recklessly beating heart.