A/N: I'm back!!!!!!!!!!!

Disclaimer: I do not own Narnia. C. S. Lewis does.

Peter watched the lady in front of him with apparent distaste. Her dry blond hair was curled and her actual features concealed beneath a thick layer of makeup. She was rattling on and on about some latest scandal. Her high pitched voice drummed painfully in his ears. On his right sat Susan, her feet tucked gracefully behind her skirt, listening politely to the lady. On his other side sat Edmund who was equally bored as Lucy beside him who was half asleep, her red hair falling down her shoulder.

'And the eloped without their parents consent! Scandalous!'

Susan nodded, smiling stiffly. She stood up, gesturing towards the door.

'Yes. Now if you'll please excuse us we have some state matters to discuss.'

The blond left looking utterly disappointed at this sudden command. Susan rounded on Peter, her expression furious and her hair flying.

'Will you take some interest?!'

Edmund sat up, his sword dangling. He yawned and shifter Lucy into a more comfortable position. Peter spoke up.

'That was the most boring speech I ever heard and I grew up with you.'

'Peter!' Susan looked affronted. Peter held up his hands in defeat.

'Look I am not interested in the whole city of women set up outside the palace. I don't like any of them.' Peter said rolling up his cape and unrolling it again.

'We can see that.' Edmund interrupted rolling his eyes. 'It is very obvious, dear brother.'

Susan scowled.

'Peter, maybe if you take some interest it might not be half as bad.'

'Keep dreaming, Su.'

'Come on.' Susan pleaded quietly. 'At least for the next one.'

Peter sighed, exchanging annoyed looks with Edmund.

'All right.'

Susan looked pleased. Just then the centaur walked in announcing boldly.

'Princess Roselaia de Mornay of Faremn.'

Susan turned her attention back to the door. A tall, proud girl walked in. She was wearing a pink dress and pink shoes and pink eye shadow and pink everything. Peter groaned to himself. Lucy nudged him. She had been roused from her slumber by an angry Susan. The girl, Roselaia, took a seat opposite Edmund and looked at them expectantly. Susan began the talk; her interest seemed to cause the girl to talk all the more. The conversation dragged on. Roselaia looked at Peter batting her eyelashes. Peter groaned inside. Great! Just great! I'm going to murder Su!

'Which colors do you like, Your Majesty?'

'Uh……' he looked at Susan. 'I suppose blue.'

'Do you like pink?'

'I hate pink.'

A second too late he realized he had said the wrong thing. The girl burst into tears running from the room. Edmund tried hard to conceal his laughter but to no avail. Susan looked at Peter. Her expression unbelieving.

'Why did you say that?!' Peter grimaced.

'All I said was I hated pink.'

Susan smacked him.

'She was wearing pink, you idiot!'

'She was?' Peter massaged him head. 'Ou, you hit hard, Su.'

'Argh!' Susan threw up her hands and sat back down her skirts billowing.

Edmund rescued him from Susan's next wrath. Lucy perked up at his words, her drowsiness vanishing.

'Come on, Peter, we have to practice.'

Peter followed him out of the room, relief filling him. Thank Aslan for that

Liriope lay across the Eastern Sea. Towards the West it was inhabitant by violent volcanoes, whose red, yellow lava had frozen over the years. In the East the lush green forests gave way to the pale golden sand which turned into the pure blue waters of the Eastern Sea. High, proud mountains buried in snow resided in the north and the south was bordered by the greatest forests in the world. Though its beauty was nothing compared to Narnia's there was a certain charm about Liriope.

Her long hair were loosely wrapped in an embroidered scarf and the few escaped strands billowed with the sea air. She inhaled deeply. How she was going too miss this place! She was wearing an ankle length kimono especially made by her Japanese grandmother for her fifteenth birthday. Her death had affected her terribly and this was shortly followed by her parent's murder. She had never felt so alone. Quiet footsteps sounded across the deck. Isabella opened her eyes and glanced back.

'I thought I'd find you here!' Lorien called, grinning softly.

Isabella smiled.

'Its so beautiful…..' she murmured indicating the blue waves. They seemed to sing to her. She stared trying to see the sea floor but she could not. Lorien looked carefully at her, frowning ever so slightly.

'Why are you looking so miserable?'

Isabella looked at him.

'Well in case you didn't know I may be leaving you forever!'

Lorien stared at her, coughing slightly.

'Forever?' he repeated. 'Why forever?'

'What if I do get married?! How will I leave you, James, Ginny and Dane?' Tears stung her eyes at the very thought.

Lorien muttered something inaudible under his breath and put his arms of her shoulders.

'Sweetness, do you think we would let you off that easily?'

'Yeah.' James appeared out of nowhere. 'Did you honestly think we would leave you alone?'

Isabella sniffed, her expression brightened.

'You'll visit me often then?'

Lorien and James exchanged glances and burst into teasing laughter.

'Visit?' James asked leaning against the ship

'We will visit so often you won't even feel we are gone.'

Isabella laughed in spite of herself, her hair fluttered violently by now.

'Promise?'

'Promise.' They said in unison.

Cair Paravel was in sight now. Isabella turned to look at it. It truly lived up to its name. It was magnificent. The walls were high reaching up to the sky. The window reflected the sunlight and soon enough Isabella felt partially blinded with the grandeur. She glanced at her brothers who were now involved in a deep conversation with the captain.

'Yes….. to Celestiene……..very well……'

The port was filled with soldiers and knights rushing to and fro. Isabella watched curious. Her eyes scanned the place. The harbor was decorated with colored lanterns presumably to light during the night. Isabella stared transfixed.

'Come on, Lia.' James grabbed her arm and led her off the boat ignoring her feeble protests. Their horses were waiting by the farthest end of the dock. Lorien was already on his horse, his hair glowed in the sunlight.

'Come on slowpokes!'

Isabella mounted her horse patting it gently. She tossed the reins and urged the horse, Safire, to go faster. Unfortunately for her, her brothers realized her plans.

'Oh no you don't!' Lorien exclaimed rushing his horse forward. Isabella tilted her head back, laughing freely at her disgruntled brothers. Safire was fast, galloped like the wind and Isabella had to pull over and wait for her brothers.

'James, Lorien where will we stay?' she asked suddenly.

Lorien shrugged looking at James. James spoke slowly.

'I asked Queen Lucy to let us reside at Cair Paravel.'

Isabella glared daggers at him.

'What?!- I-how?-James!'

James grinned.

'I love annoying you.'

At this Isabella resolutely refused to speak to him. Her eyes wandered the castle.

'What if he has already chosen a bride?' she asked fearfully, her heart hammering. Lorien sighed.

Then you go back home and we bind you to the topmost tower so that you never escape.'

'Thanks Lorien.' Isabella said sarcastically. 'That is very comforting.'

Lorien beamed.

'Glad to be of service!'

Cair Paravel was larger than it seemed. Isabella found no words to describe it and so meekly followed her brothers inside. This was going to be hard.

Susan gathered up her papers which contained the information of various lands. She sighed rubbing her temples. She had never before realized the numbers of the female population. She really couldn't blame Peter. Her blue eyes were closed and she rang for a servant. In two seconds a faun stood before her, falling to his knees.

'Your Majesty, how may I be of service to you?'

Susan smiled wryly.

'How many times have I told you to address me as Susan?'

The faun chuckled. His red scarf was laid out across his neck.

'I have lost count.'

'Will you please fetch Lucy for me?'

The faun nodded and hurried away. Sunlight crept into the room, warming her back. Susan lay back trying to invite sleep to come. It wouldn't. The door opened and she straightened up.

'Yes, Su?' Lucy asked coming inside. Her blood red gown looked beautiful with her locks and pretty eyes. Susan bid her sit down.

'Lucy will you please go over the rest.' She motioned towards a long pile. 'I am dreadfully tired.'

Lucy beamed.

'Of course Su!'

Susan got up, her dress falling to her ankles in lovely pleats. Lucy took her empty seat watching her sister exit the room. She sighed turning her attention to the state affairs. Barely had one minute passed that a servant rushed in apparently out of breath.

'Your Majesty?'

Lucy nodded, her eyes rising to meet the servant's.

'Princes Lorien and James and Princess Isabella of Liriope request an audience with you.'

Lucy brightened. Finally she would get to meet the much talked about people.

'Send them in.' Bowing, the servant went outside. Lucy ran a few fingers through her hair and brushed her velvet dress. She lifted her eyes upon hearing footsteps.

They truly lived up to her expectations. Prince Lorien had jet black hair and deep, blue eyes which gave every sign to be mischievous. His height was rivaled deeply by that of his sister presumably Princess Isabella. Lucy's cheeks dimpled as she looked at the girl. Certainly she wasn't beautiful but there was an air of magic about her. Lucy's attention was diverted by her other brother, James, following her. Her cheeks turned pink and she glanced away. Prince Lorien moved forwards taking her small hand into his, kissing it softly.

'Alas, My Lady! You are as beautiful as the rumors said so!'

Lucy watched amusedly as Isabella poked him in the ribs. Lorien winced clutching his chest dramatically. James shook his head muttering under his breath.

'How may I help you, Your Highnesses?' Lucy asked politely gesturing towards the seats. 'Do be seated.'

'Your Majesty, we asked your permission to stay at Cair Paravel as we forgot about reserving rooms.' James said, casting annoyed glances at his siblings.

'Of course.' Lucy stood up gathering her skirts. 'Follow me.'

Lucy led them out of the room, moving through the various complex mazes of Cair Paravel. The visitors looked on, delighted. Lucy smiled. They would be perfect for the family.

'Lucy!' Susan's voice rang around the corridor and her pretty sister came into view. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Lorien blush. She ignored the onlookers, her expression worried. 'You'd better get up to the throne hall quickly Peter's having a fit.'

'Oh dear.' Lucy said. 'Well, Your Highnesses, please excuse me.'

James inclined his head and Lorien bowed smartly.

'Nonsense!' Isabella said, waving her hand. Susan narrowed her eyes. Lucy smiled and bid them farewell. Lorien grinned at the Queen.

'My Lady, will you take us to our rooms?'

'No!' Susan snapped clearly annoyed by his cheeky tone. 'Mr. Tumnus shall do that.'

Mr. Tumnus came forwards bowing before the three siblings.

'Your Highnesses.'

Susan stalked off quivering with anger. Mr. Tumnus led the way to the Eastern Hall of the castle. Isabella's chambers were directly opposite from those of her brothers.

'Farewell, Your Highness.' Mr. Tumnus stated. Isabella smiled at him.

'Please call me Lia or Bella.'

Mr. Tumnus chuckled.

'Very well Lia.'

Isabella walked in her cape flying behind her. The room was truly magnificent. In the middle of the room lay a huge canopy. The wall paper was ancient and antic. Its red and gold covers sparkled in the soft lamp light. Isabella stared with wonder at the room. Next to the dressing table stood a closet and the furniture gleamed. Isabella was distracted by a sharp knocking. Curiously she made her way back and opened the double doors.

No one was there yet a white parchment flickered to the ground. She picked it up and looked at it. Her heart stopped as she read the words. The other insults merely sparked her anger.

You are not wanted here!

To be continued….

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L. Potter