Hey guys sorry it took so long, but here it is PART 4!

It had been almost seven months since their return from Narnia.

Seven months since their separation form their brother. In the beginning they had all remembered and grieved in their own way, now however Susan had gotten further away from the family and had drowned herself in parties and social events; Peter had gone back to school and got into a fight almost every day as if taking his anger out on the world.

But poor little Luc, of all of them It was she that had gotten closest to Edmund. She who at nights would stay up with him when foreign ambassadors would overstay their welcome, she when at times Peter and Edmund would return from a campaign, would be there for him to forget all that was seen. And now she was stuck to live a normal life in England while Edmund remained alone in Narnia.

But the saddest thing is that, while in the beginning Peter and Susan had been there for her to tell her that they would be back, not to worry, and that they would be a family again, they had started to forget. Not only Narnia, and that had been heartbreaking within itself, but Edmund as well. Susan even went as far as declaring she had one brother.

And Peter, he was the one that broke her heart the most. He couldn't even remember Edmunds face. And she would never admit it, could never admit it, but she too was forgetting Edmund. She could no longer hear his voice like she once could, whispering encouragements to her whenever she lost her faith. She could no longer see his calculating warm eyes. Or see his face with the rare smile he always saved just for her.

And it pained her, she was afraid that one day she would completely forget Edmund like Peter and Susan. That she would one day forget his vary name, and that he would become nothing more than a ghost in the back of her memory.

It had been one year, one year since their Monarchs left them.

One year since the unsuccessful raid Talmar tried on Narnia. It pained Oreius to think that without King Edmund, that day would have been Narnia's last.

However many still see it as such, for that day the heart of Narnia left them. None held any more hope in their hearts that they would ever see the Kings and Queens again, though many still prayed to the Lion to bring their beloved Kings and Queens back to them.

But Oreius knew better, the Kings and Queens would not come back unless they were needed, and ever since the raid none dared to approach Narnia, for they feared King Edmunds wrath. (Many still believed that King Edmund was still with them so they feared attacking. And since it kept Narnia safe from invading forces, they would do nothing to correct them.) it was ironically funny to Oreius, that even after his disappearance King Edmund was still keeping them all safe with just the memory of his extraordinary brilliance.

But there was none that took their disappearance harder than Tumnus and Brightspark. (Brightspark was a wolf that Edmund saved while on one of his daily rides in his own woods.) Tumnus blamed himself for their Monarch's unexpected departure, since it was HE who told them of the white stag. And also he who was the last to speak with King Edmund before he too disappeared within the throne room (Brightspark was still sour about that.) But Oreius had, quite frankly beaten the thought out of him.

Everyone missed their monarch's; they missed King Peter's bright smile and hardy laugh, Queen Susan's kind face and warm voice, Queen Lucy's infectious laugh and energetic demeanor. But most of all they missed King Edmunds calm exterior and the way he would bring a wave of serenity over his people with his very presence.

But unknown to anyone, their Kings and Queens were not that far way, well one of them anyways.

Early morning always brought hope, hope for a new day, for a new beginning, the promise of something new. And this morning would be no different, as Oreius walked down the fields of the training grounds still empty and calm, something that would not last long since he still ordered the army to stay vigilant in their training. When suddenly he felt a strong pull to the Western Woods. Woods that ever since their Lord and King disappeared had closed itself off to everyone, not even the dryads that resided within had allowed anyone back into their dark folds. Attacking anyone who got near, a contrasts of their normally calm and sweet demeanor.

Oreius took a glance in there direction to see the dark gloom that had settled within the woods disappear into a white mist, and the light shinning through once more through its dense trees. Once again he felt the pull, like from a being stronger than himself, screaming to him to go within the forest. Without a second thought Oreius took off, faster than he had ever moved. Faster than even his fastest cheetah, he ran and ran until his lungs screamed at him for a break, however he ignored it and kept running. As if guided by an invisible force, he turned down a glen off the main path of the woods. Where below a willow tree, next to a small lake, surrounded by dryads (who upon seeing him, scattered like scared doves) sat someone who he dared not had hoped to see again.

King Edmund sat below the willow, and shockingly a young woman, who looked no older than his own King lay besides him with her head cushioned by the young Kings legs, and in his arms slept a young babe, that could not be older that a few moon cycles. As if feeling his gaze upon him the young child opened his eyes, revealing eyes greener and brighter than the brightest emeralds. The babe took one deep breath into his little lungs, and wailed loud as if to wake up his parents to this new potential threat.

Startling the young King out of his deep sleep, Edmund quickly sat up, and hugging his son close to his chest looked up to see what could have caused his son to cry. Where upon laying eyes on Oreius, Edmund let out a deep sigh and smiled up at his old friend. While also trying to calm his destressed son.

"My...my King, is that you?" Oreius asked, hesitantly as if speaking too loudly would cause Edmund to disappear.

Looking up at his old friend Edmund smiled, "Yes my dear friend, it is me."

Oreius, ever the proud warrior simply closed his eyes for a split second, took a deep breath and kneeled before his King, "my liege, long have we waited for the return of one of our Monaches, and seeing you before me brings me joy and hope that Aslan has not abandoned us yet"

Edmund looked before him and calmy stood, after moving the young woman's head down and off his legs, and onto the ground below with more care and far more gentle than than Oreius had ever seen him be. And stood before him, still with the now calmed babe in his arms, Edmund spoke, "My dear Oreius, the great Lion resides within us all. Never think him gone from you, for he is watching over us even now."

No sooner had he said that, that a soft gale blew around them, as if surrounding them in a warm embrace before flowing away, as a wild wind tends to do.

After saying his peace, to settle his friend, did Edmund truly take in what Oreius had said, "How long have I been gone?" he asked, curious and worried for the state of his country.

"Nearly a year now, my King." Oreius stated, ever the calm presence.

"And my siblings? Have our King and Queens not returned?" he asked.

"None have returned my liege, none but you." Edmund took the statement for that it was, and taking a deep breath, looked back to the woman laying below the willow tree and back to his son, calmly looking up at him with the same beautiful eyes his mother held and looked back up to his friend and stated, "Very well my friend, there is much to do, but nothing is more important to me now than to bring my wife and son back home."

Oreius prided himself at being an unflappable general, a centaur who in the face of danger would face it head on, but when his King stated that the young woman and child were his, he stopped short and simply said "...I'm sorry my liege?"

Edmund smiled up at him, and said "yes dear general, you did not mishear. The woman laying below that willow is my wife, and this young one, my son Leonidas. A lot has happened this past year, but now all I care about is getting them home safely."

Oreius, after hearing his King speak so warmly and confidently nodded his head and began towards the woman. Soon he was before her, and carefully took his new Queen in his arms ever more careful to not harm or wake her up. Upon seeing her closer, he could tell why his King, who had a reputation of never laying interest in another had fallen for this woman, with hair as golden as the brightest rays of sunlight, and skin whiter than the whitest ivory, voluptuous and clearly a mother that is still producing for her child. She was a woman who would turn heads by simply standing before you, and had surly turned the head of his King.

turning back to his King, now both of them with precious cargo in their arms, began back to the castle in a comforting silence.

OK! so there we go, a bit longer than before and hopefully I did a good job in explaining how Aurora is supposed to look. I basically want her to look like Aurora from sleeping beauty. (ironic since she has spent two chapters sleeping lol) I am also going to change the rating to an M rating, since if I am giving Edmund such a young and obviously beautiful wife, how are they NOT going to be get down to some *ummmm* STUFF lol. who knows, maybe they might give Leo a younger sibling lol.