Author's Note: This is set during the Golden Age of Narnia. I messed up their ages because otherwise they won't fit in. Peter is eighteen, Susan is seventeen, Edmund is sixteen and Lucy if fourteen.

Disclaimer: I do not own Narnia. C. S. Leis does. I am merely borrowing the characters for this plot.

Her chestnut locks glowed in the sunlight, sparkling with beautiful highlights. They fell to her shoulders framing her inhumanly pretty face. She had creamy white skin making her light blue eyes prominent. She wore a simple brown dress falling to her ankles. A belt was placed around her waist beholding a dagger and a sword. On her slender back she had slung a bow and a quiver full of arrows.

'Asha!'

She turned slightly as the wind blew terribly. Ginevra moved towards her, holding a sharp blade in her hand. She was breathing heavily. Asha looked at her, her expression quizzical.

'What has happened, Your Majesty?'

'Valdale has attacked the Archenland borders.' Asha turned pale.

'What?'

Ginevra sighed, replacing her sword and shaking her head. It was becoming a habit more of late.

'His Majesty would not accept our offered help.'

'That fool!' Asha snarled turning towards the balcony railing. She scanned the far ends. 'He will get us all killed!'

'That is true.' Ginevra agreed settling to the floor. 'We cannot afford to lose Archenland to the enemy.'

'What is Dane doing?'

'He is doing all he can to seal all our borders. It is almost near to impossible seeing as the sea neighbors us on the west.'

Asha sighed. Why did there have to be wars? As if she had read her mind, Ginevra said softly.

'Because humans can never agree on one thing. Not all of them.'

Asha laughed bitterly.

'Yes! And it is us who has to lose our families! Our homes! Our freedom! Because of stupid people not agreeing together.'

'No, we are fighting because we believe in freedom for everyone.'

'I apologize, Your Majesty.'

Ginevra half smiled.

'Forgiven.'

Asha stayed silent. Clouds gathered overhead giving a grayish tinge to the sky. The grounds were empty though the moaning wind offered compensation.

'I miss Lia.'

Ginevra patted her hand.

'I do too, but it cannot be helped. It is important to set up a treaty with our neighbors.'

'More like marriage treaty.'

'Asha……'

'Sorry.'

'Hm……………..'

Asha leaned back, her hand on the railing.

'Do you suppose Valdale will attack Liriope?'

'I am almost certain.' Ginevra smiled wryly. 'It is fortunate that Isabella, Lorien and James are away from danger.'

'The news will spread.'

'Indeed. I hope they are kept ignorant of it long enough.'

'Isabella will find out. You know her.' Asha said. 'And she will return to Liriope with all haste'

'I do.'

The silence was broken by a loud voice.

'Your Majesty? Princess Asha?'

Both turned around to face the servant who was red in the face and puffing heavily. They exchanged glances.

'Yes?' Ginevra asked finally standing up. The servant faltered.

'King Dane would like an audience with you.'

Asha smiled to herself picturing Ginevra's indignant expression.

'Audience?' she asked incredulously. 'He couldn't find a better word?'

'I……forgive me Your Majesty.' The servant rushed away leaving Ginevra muttering to herself. Asha faced her.

'Come on.'

They shuffled through the halls. Asha's light steps echoed on the marble. Her hair wove down her back, giving her a radiant look.

Dane was standing beside his study, his robes midnight blue. He turned around at their entrance. Asha fell into a curtsy, only rising at his suggestion.

'Asha I have decided to send you to Narnia.' He hesitated. 'As an ambassador to ask for support in case of war.'

Asha stared at him amusedly.

'Or it could be to ensure Isabella is safe from the traps of the other men.' Ginevra said blithely. Dane scowled at her.

'Maybe.'

He turned to Asha, who was grinning.

'You shall leave now.'

Asha's expression turned unbelieving. She flung her curtain of hair aside.

'What?!'

'Yes.' Dane said calmly. 'Now.'

Asha drew herself to her highest height and stalked out of the room down to the stables to prepare for a long journey. After all she couldn't miss seeing Isabella.

Peter remained silent, absently fingering his cloak. The council had been discharged long since and they were now sitting in Peter's study. Shelves of magnificently covered books were standing on the eastern and western side of the room. An antic desk had been placed, tilted slightly, towards the north facing the window showing the glorious blue sky.

Susan sat on the straight wooden chair, her hair in glistening curls. She puckered her lips into a frown.

'Should we inform Isabella, Lorien and James?'

Edmund paced the room, his dark hair messed up.

'It is their right as the ruing monarchs of Liriope.'

Lucy pushed her silken ponytail out of the way. She said softly.

'What if Liriope is under serious threat?'

'It is not.' Orieus said gravely. 'Not yet anyways. I believe it is still safe.'

'And as such we should wait before worrying their Highnesses.' Mr. Tumnus pointed out. Lucy nodded.

'We should send these ladies home.' Edmund spoke up. 'Aslan knows we do not want them to be under threat.'

'Yes.' Mr. Beaver agreed, waving his chestnut paw. 'It would not do so to have the noble daughters, sisters, nieces, granddaughters of the neighboring ruling countries to be killed.'

'Oh don't worry about that.' Lucy said suddenly. All eyes turned towards her. 'I have already issued orders for all guests to leave after the ball.'

'Ball?' Pete echoed. His voice sounded strange after not being used for hours at a stretch. Susan frowned again. Orieus spoke out.

'Why of course! I order to celebrate the anniversary of your coronation, Your Majesty.'

'Why?' Peter asked pointedly. Susan groaned and rolled her eyes.

'Shut up Peter!'

Lucy clapped her hands together. She opened her mouth but was cut off by Mrs. Beaver.

'We should all get to bed it is late.'

nodded.

'Indeed after this……ah……'

'Fiasco.' Orieus nodded. The Kings and Queens laughed.

The halls were graced by dusk. The sky was the deepest purple mixed with a rick shade of navy blue. Stars dotted the background standing out like millions of specks of light.

Susan turned around shuffling her skirts, her hand on her chamber door.

'Peter, we have dance lessons tomorrow. And you have to be there.'

Peter scowled, not answering. He marched off shouting angry threats to his devil sister once safely inside his room. Edmund and Lucy grinned at each other.

He sniffed the air. She was close, probably a mile or two away. So close……. He would not fail. Not again. Not ever. The sound of pattering hooves echoed in his ears like a rain of cannon balls. Around him the wolves shifted ever so slightly. Their paws bounded in his sharp ears. He growled at them, snarling angrily. His maroon eyes narrowed as he examined the clusters of trees in the forest leading to Cair Paravel.

It was windy. Night had fallen by now. It concealed them in its strong, dark arms. They were nearer. He gestured hastily to his minions to hide. They obliged for fear of their lives. His eyes roamed the place once more as he sank back into the shadows.

A tall, well built dryad, riding on a horse, rode into the scene. His misty white skin glittered I the night. He was carrying a sharp blade and his magnificent eyes passed over them. He held his breath. The dryad moved on. The last was a slim, muscled naiad. His thick eyebrows lined his cautious eyes as he poised his sword. On his eastern side was a small, stocky dwarf with his bow, arrowed and out. They had chosen the best of he best for their princess.

In their midst rode a graceful, unnaturally beautiful girl with brown highlighted curls falling down her shoulders. She wore a quiver of arrows and a bow on her straight back. She had a sword on her waist and a dagger beside it. Two sharp blades rested their too. Her delicately arched eyebrows scanned the area.

She stopped, her eyes foxed on the position of his first wolf. He drew in his breath. She knew.

'Attack!' he shouted deafen to his wolves' surprise. The girl drew back for the faintest of the time then she galloped off leaving a trail of fine dust after her. He yelled in fury. The dwarf shot millions of arrows at his minions and both the naiad and the dryad shot into the midst fighting to buy time for her to reach safety.

'Get her!' he shouted in rage. 'She's the one I want! After her!'

But her companions would not allow that. They fought valiantly fighting till the last breath in their bodies' and then they crumbled leaving only him alive. He cursed fluently to himself and flew after the girl who was quite far away from him.

She cursed to herself and jumped off, her skirts flying. Her hand went to her sword and she slashed it out, waving it into his face. He growled taking out his own blade. They dodged and met. Their blades wound sharply, caressing each other's steel. The girl jumped away twirling around and striking his head. He ducked but it hit him on his shoulder. She smirked at his wince. He roared angrily ad progressed forward waving his sword threateningly. She jumped away though not quick enough. Behind her emerged one of his wolves. He aimed for her neck biting the pale flesh there. She instantly flinched, her hand flying to her neck. Loosening her hold upon her hilt, she sank to the floor in a trance. He threw his sword at the wolf. It yelped and sank beside the girl, glowering unfocusedly in a distance. He smirked, letting out a yell of triumph.

'Lorien! James!' Isabella scream of panic rang around Cair Paravel. Peter's eyes flew open and he stumbled out of his bed half awake. What had happened?

To be continued……..

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A.L. Potter