Author's note:

I've always hated when author's did a fake chapter that was just an author's note, but I'm finding it's the best way of letting you all know the good news. The Guardian has been re-worked, added to and freshly beta-ed! Each chapter has been edited then reposted. Frankly, if you thought it was good before you should see it now! Feel free to review the chapters that you didn't have a chance to review before and let me know what you think.

Just so there is a little new material in this fake chapter, I give you the 'unpublished' wedding night omake! It's not nearly as bad as it sounds, but does contain hints of a sexual nature...

Omake

The wedding guests had disbanded and the happy couple had snuck off to spend some quiet time together. Peter had fulfilled a dream and showed Leona Cair Paravel in all its glory. Hand in hand they rediscovered each room and Peter would tell her stories of what each place had meant to him. She, in turn, told him tales of her missions to the castle. He had been amazed to learn that she had been the nanny to King Caspian's nephew, a lady in waiting to Queen Swanwhite, a kitchen maid, and the royal Bard of Narnia!

They finished their exploration in Peter's bedroom and as Peter wandered from corner to corner discovering all his old things right in their usual places, Leona made her way to the balcony and looked out over the Northern Mountains. Peter came up behind and wrapped his arms around her in a gentle embrace.

"I still have a hard time believing that this is real," he said. "I know with all my heart that it is ,and yet I think it will take a little while before it sinks in completely."

Leona turned in his arms to face him and slid her fingers through his hair. "I'm real," she said. "We really are home, and we really are married."

He cocked an eyebrow at her and gave her a lopsided grin filled with equal amounts of love and mischief. "We are married. Pity it's after we're technically dead and can't indulge in any of the fun parts of a honeymoon."

"Well," she said, slyly. "You remember what Caspian said. 'You can't want what you can't have, here.' I certainly know what I want." Making her point she pulled her hand from behind his head and slid a finger down his collarbone and chest.

"Really?" he drawled. "Let's see if Caspian was right then." He leaned down and kissed her with a passion he had never allowed himself to unleash. Far from being repulsed by his fervor, she met him passion for passion. Moaning deep in his throat, he lifted her into his arms for better access and made his way to the canopy bed against the wall.

Leona leaned her head against Peter's bare shoulder and idly played with his chest hair.

"I didn't really think we'd be able to do this here," she said with a hint of amusement.

Peter chuckled and she felt the reverberations as she snuggled closer.

"I suppose it makes sense," he said. "This is the place where all love is perfect. I know that I show my love by touch; hugging my siblings and family, and apparently by making love to you." He moved his head to be able to kiss her forehead. "I suddenly can't wait for the rest of eternity."