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Despite having had fled his people and City in the dead of night for fear of his life, when Caspian returned to the Telmarine castle, with the Kings and Queens and Narnians riding behind, he was greeted with cheers from his own people, and fireworks were let off. Telmarines had lined the streets, cheering and laughing and welcoming him back home, showing that while his uncle and those might have plotted against him, his people had known who their true king was and were happy and eager to have him back.

Caspian had wanted Chloe to ride by his side as they entered the gates, but Chloe had refused with a kind smile, knowing that it didn't make her answer any easier for Caspian. She would have liked to stay by his side, showing silently that he was king and she was his chosen Queen, but she respected Peter far too greatly to do something like that, so she held back.

During the coronation later on that day, when Aslan officially crowned Caspian King of Narnia, she was asked by the Lion to be the one to place the crown upon the Telmarine's head, and she'd done it with mixed emotions.

She'd been so proud, so happy for Caspian, and yet this was a sad occasion as well because it meant the end of their own reign.

"Once a King and Queen of Narnia, always a King and Queen." Aslan corrected her later the next day, after the festivities had died down.

The Lion had once again asked Peter and her to join him on a walk, and she wondered what else he could tell them.

That day, the one of the Great Victory, Aslan had taken them aside and had communicated to him his sorrow for the pain they'd gone through separately, and that he wished that such feelings had never touched them, but had reminded them that everything was for a purpose and that they had chosen things this way. He'd then turned to Chloe and, with near tears in his eyes, told her how much he lamented the death of her child.

Chloe had held resentment towards the Lion for leaving her when she needed him most, but it'd all melted away and she'd embraced him tightly, crying embarrassingly long and hard.

Like he always had in the past, the Lion listened to her pain, felt it, and then took them away in the way only he could.

"It's been hard for me coming back to Narnia." Peter admitted as he walked with them in the courtyard, Chloe's arm looped around his, and he placed his hand on hers. "I wanted to come back so badly, and yet so much time had passed-and so many things are different now."

Chloe sent him a guilty look before lowering her gaze.

"Peter, it saddens my heart to know that you are in pain, but you have always known that your path with Chloe-though running side by side for many a year-never joined." Aslan announced slowly. "That hers would join another's."

"What?" Chloe looked up in shock. "What does he mean? You knew Caspian would come along?"

Peter hung his head. "Yes."

"Why didn't you ever tell me?" Chloe asked him, confused. "I just thought we weren't 'Fated'...not that we were Fated with other people."

"I thought that if I said it it'd come true, and if I didn't, if you didn't know, then I'd never lose you." Peter shook his head in self-disgust. "I"ve been thinking about it a lot since I've come back, and it reminds me of King Arthur and Guinevere. In the fables Merlin warned Arthur that Guinevere would love another, but Arthur didn't care, marrying her anyway. And then she found Lancelot. We all know how spectacularly bad that story ends."

Chloe squeezed his hand, hating the pain she could feel in him.

"I know you love me, Chloe, but I've seen you with him. You beam." Peter chuckled sadly. "Its like you have this light in you that you didn't have before, as if for the first time in 1300 years you're really alive, and I can't compete with that. I don't even know if I want to try. I know I sure as hell didn't bring out this light in you, and if I tried to take you away it might go out for good, and I don't want that."

Tears filled her eyes as she watched him.

"That light dimmed, nearly went out, after the...baby." Peter gulped, tightening his hold on her hand as well as he looked into her eyes. "And I know that I haven't had time to really tell you this, but even though it wasn't my child I felt its loss in my soul."

"Thank you."

"I love you, Chloe." Peter whispered, voice hoarse. "But it's because I love you so much that I need to let you go."

"Peter." She whispered back, reaching with her free hand to cup his jaw. "Thank you."

He nodded, sniffling.

Aslan looked between them, smiling. "You truly are Peter the Magnificent."

Chloe and Peter let out teary chuckles at this.

"And you have learnt all you can from Narnia, both you and Susan." The Lion continued. "Edmund and Lucy still have more to learn, but you and Susan can now take the knowledge and understanding you've gained from here, and apply it to your lives in your world."

Peter nodded, clearing his throat. "I understand."

Chloe turned her gaze to Aslan. "They're not coming back, are they?"

"It's okay, Chloe." Peter smiled sadly. "Aslan's right. I've learnt everything I can here, and I hope with all my heart that it will make me an even better man."

"But you're Magnificent already." She whispered hoarsely.

He smiled tearfully at her. "You always thought so, at least."

They looked at each other, both knowing that despite everything, they would never regret the time they'd spent together and loved each other.

Peter broke eye contact finally and then turned to Aslan. "How do I set her free?"

A lump grew in Chloe's throat.

"Words of love bound you together, words of love can set you free."

Peter nodded, taking Chloe's hands in his, and turning to her. "Chloe, I love you, I always have, and because I do I set you free." He leaned forwards and pressed a kiss to her forehead. "Be happy."

Barely able to hold the tears back, Chloe let go of his hands and threw her arms around Peter's neck, holding him tightly as his arms went around her to hug her too. "Thank you."

Peter's grip tightened and he nodded.

They just stayed like that, holding each other tightly.

Finally, Aslan cleated his throat. "Apparently everything is ready."

They hesitated a second before pulling away, following his gaze to Caspian, who'd begun his way down the steps into the courtyard until he'd seen them, freezing on the steps.

His face was agony.

Chloe ducked her gaze.

Realizing that he'd been spotted, Caspian cleared his throat and lowered his gaze as he continued the rest of the way down the steps. "We are ready." His voice was hoarse, and he wouldn't look up at them. "Everyone has assembled."

The Lion nodded and stalked away, the three humans following silently after, going outside the castle, where all the Telmarine people and the Narnians had gathered.

Caspian went forth, looking every bit the king he was. "Narnia belongs to the Narnians just as it does to man." He address his people. "Any Telmarines who want to stay and live in peace are welcome to. And for any of you who wish, Aslan will return you to the home of our forefathers."

There were murmurs, and then a Telmarine Lord spoke up. "It has been generations since we left Telmar."

"We are not referring to Telmar." The Lion stepped forwards. "Your ancestors were sea-faring brigands, pirates run aground on an island. There they found a cave, a rare chasm that brought them here from their world. You world is the same as that of our kings and queens." He gazed over at the Pevensies and Chloe, who were standing together, before returning his gaze to the peoples. "It is to that island that I can return you. It is a good place for any who wish to make a new start."

There was a pause, a silence, and then Glozelle, scratched and bruised from the battle, stepped forwards. "I'll go. I will accept the offer."

Prunaprismia, holding her child, stepped forwards as well. "So will we."

"And I." Another Telmarine Lord joined their side as they went to Aslan.

"Because you have spoken first, your future in that world will be good." Aslan reassured them as he breathed on them.

Suddenly the tree behind Caspian twisted, forming a round opening.

The three Telmarines walked through the door in the air...and then vanished from sight.

The people gasped.

"How do we know he is not leading us to our deaths?" A Telmarine peasant asked, half terrified.

Reepicheep turned to Aslan. "Sire, if my example can be of any service, I will take eleven mice through with no delay."

Peter and Chloe looked at each other, and she gave him a tearful nod.

Caspian watched them, suspicion and worry darkening his orbs.

The blonde king stepped forwards. "We'll go."

"We will?" Edmund asked, shocked.

Caspian's face crumbled in horror as he watched.

"Come on." Peter smiled sadly to his siblings. "Our time's up."

The Telmarines watched in interest.

The Narnians in horror, their gaze on their Queen, who stood next to the High King.

Peter walked over to Caspian, and offered his sword. "You'll be needing a good sword, and this one served me well, winning me many victories."

Caspian took the sword, hand shaking. "I-I will look after it until your return."

So intent on not looking in Chloe's direction, Caspian didn't notice her hugging the Pevensies tightly one by one...or the look of bone-crushing relief on the Narnian's faces as they realized what he had yet to.

"We aren't coming back." Peter's words were like a blade to the heart.

"We're not?" Lucy cried, eyes wide in horror.

"You two are." Peter turned his attention to his little sister before returning his attention to a pale, agonized looking Caspian. "Take care of her, she is your strength as much as you are hers."

Caspian nodded mechanically, lifting the sword slightly in acknowledgement.

Peter, despite his sadness, couldn't help but chuckle slightly. "I'm not talking about the sword, man."

Suddenly Caspian's eyes widened and he looked up, expression betraying his sudden realization.

Peter shook his head at him before going to Chloe and hugging her tightly. "Keep Susan's horn. If he's that slow you might still need to call me."

She laughed hoarsely, tears in her eyes as she held him tightly before pressing a kiss to his cheek. "Be happy, Peter. No one deserves it more then you."

Pressing a kiss to her forehead, Peter nodded. "Goodbye, Chloe."

"Goodbye, Pete." She wiped at the tears, watching him as he made his way to where Susan, Lucy and Edmund waited for him.

As one, the Pevensies stepped forwards, Lucy taking one look back, before they walked through the door in the air, vanishing from sight.

A clang of steel hitting the ground was the only warning Chloe got before suddenly she was enveloped in Caspian's trembling arms, his face hidden in her hair.

She smiled into his shirt, hugging him back.

"I thought I'd lost you." He whispered into her hair, voice hoarse and dark and choked with emotion. "I thought I had to be the better man-to let you leave with him-but if you'd walked towards that opening I wouldn't have been able to-I wouldn't have let you go."

Chloe smiled, pushing away only enough so that she could look up into his face, cupping his jaw. "I'm not going anywhere."

"Damn right you aren't." He whispered before pulling her closer once more, his lips descending on hers with possessive relief, claiming her as his in front of his kingdom.

Chloe's hand trailed up his jaw before sliding through his hair.

A cheer rose from the New and Free Peoples of Narnia as their King and Queen stood before them.


Chloe gazed out at the still celebrating kingdom below, fireworks painting the sky a million different colors, singing rising into the air. On the streets below Man and Narnian danced and celebrated together, laughing, children chasing each other, one man child riding on the back of a centaur boy, both giggling in happiness, their parents watching with fondness.

"So this is where you slipped away to, My Queen." Caspian's voice was a sexy rumble as his arms went around her from behind, hugging her to his body, pressing a kiss to her neck.

Happiness unlike anything she'd known possible, filled her like an unending well, as she leaned back into his embrace, placing her hands on his on her stomach. "I think the New Narnians are happy you finally made an honest woman of me."

His fingers laced between hers, bringing her hand up to kiss his ring upon her finger. "I think they're just relieved you didn't run away and finally accepted that I'm your King. Because if you hadn't I'd have to hunt you down and there'd be another war."

She laughed. "Hunt me down?"

"Yes, hunt you down." He nibbled on the shell of her ear. "Even if I had to go to your world to bring you back."

"You were going to let me leave with Peter." She reminded him.

"No, I wasn't. I was going to grab you before you walked through. I'm not that selfless." He replied petulantly. "And even if I had let you go through-I would have followed you through and wooed you."

She smiled sweetly, closing her eyes. "What about your kingdom, My King?"

"I meant it, Chloe, when I said Peter could have Narnia-as long as I had you." He whispered into the skin of her neck as he peppered it with adoring little kisses.

Heart so full it hurt, Chloe turned in his embrace. Her arms reached around his neck as she pressed soft kisses to his cheeks, his nose, his noble forehead.

Finally, unable to hold himself anymore, Caspian's mouth found hers hungrily and he pushed her against the railing, proving to her just how much he needed her.

Chloe hissed and arched into him.

Caspian groaned into the kiss, lifting her up into his arms before stumbling back into their bedroom.

Chloe laughed at his urgency, and then she was dropped onto the bed, and Caspian followed...

...and the laughter was replaced but other sounds entirely.


By the sea, looking towards his kingdom, Aslan turned his back on it and then returned his attention to Narnia, smiling as he heard the sounds of merrymaking and happiness.

He'd have to return to his lands one day, but for now he would stay in Narnia, with Chloe and Caspian.

The adventure wasn't over yet.