A wedding. That was the only solution. Peter would marry Princess Vanya and they would let Victoria go. It seemed simple enough. Or so Susan thought. Peter was at war with himself. He didn't love Vanya- not in the slightest. And why would he? She was impossible! And kissing her? Well, we won't get into that one.

Victoria was staying in Susan's chambers for the time being, and Vanya was surprisigly content with that. But Peter and Victoria weren't allowed to see each other.

Victoria's hands could spout fire. Not that she had any control over it. At least, not yet. She hadn't told anyone but Aslan, not even Susan. Therefore it was, in fact, difficult to explain why the room costantly smelled like smoke, of why the hem line of Victoria's gown was singed, but if Susan had learned anything about Victoria, it was to leave her be and let her handle things herself.

Aslan was helping her to control it- under his tutelage, Victoria could control the height of the flame and it's direction. But she still had a long way to go before she could properly use it. Aslan seemed to be content with her progress, though.

There was a week to the wedding. Marallyn and Edmund were sitting in the garden when Lucy came flying out of left field, a panicked expression plastered on her normally cheerful features.

"Lucy what-"

"It's Vanya! She's gone!" Edmund looked at his sister confused.

"Um...isn't that a good thing?"

"It would be if she wasn't pregnant." It took Marallyn a moment to process the news.

"But that's not possible. She and Peter...Peter would never-"

"He didn't but...She's claiming he raped her."

"Where's Victoria?"

"Still in Susan's rooms.

"Good."

"Peter needs us all in the war room."

Okay, kind of a filler, but I felt I needed to get something out there. I'm sorry! Please review!

-Johanna Black