AN: This is going to be a short muli-chapter. It will mosty like have 2-5 chapters at most. It takes place at the end of The Horse and his Boy. It was going to be a one shot but then I decided on a couple more chapters. most likely there will be 3 short ones then I will move on to a longer fanfic with a different plot.

Lasaraleen Tarkheena sat in the carriage with her husband and the Grand Vizier as they rode along on the way to visit the royal family of Archenland. Her pet monkey sat next to her.

"Now, Lasaraleen, oh delight of my eyes," Her husband said sternly. "We don't want a repeat of what happened during our short visit to Narnia."

Lasaraleen shrugged her shoulders indifferently. So she'd accidentally stalked the Barbarian High king and broke into his sleeping chambers. Barbarians could be so difficult, at home it would've just been considered one of her mad jokes.

"The Barbarian High King didn't mind." She defended herself. "He was very nice about it. He even sent me a letter through his brother."

"That was a restraining order." Her husband answered dryly, rolling his eyes.

Lasaraleen sighed and looked out the window. She wondered what the archenland royals would be like. She hated leaving tashbaan but lately her husband had gotten this obsession with visiting places.

"Has not one of the poets said..." The grand vizier started.

Pretending to listen to him, Lasaraleen thought about her old friend, Aravis. She could have married this poetic gentleman if she'd had any brains at all. But for some reason she'd decided to run away to Narnia with two talking horses and some nobody boy. What had she been thinking? Every now and then Lasaraleen wondered what had become of her.

Meanwhile, the said Aravis was in her warm bright bedroom in the castle of Anvard. She was pretty well off. As a princess and one day to be a queen. She wasn't thinking at all about silly Lasaraleen or Tashbaan. She rarely did now-a-days. She was sitting in a cherry-wood rocking chair with bird and horse head carvings on it, looking out the window.

Her husband whom she had once known as Shasta but now always went by Cor, walked into the room. He smiled at her. She drew the curtains and walked over to meet him at the chamber door. Almost Three years they'd been married. Three mostly happy years. True they had more than their fair share of fights but they didn't have any problem forgiving the other when all was said and done. They cared about one another too deeply to stay mad forever.

About five minutes later, King Lune walked into their bedroom forgetting to knock.

"Father!" Cor exclaimed, trying to cover up because he was no longer fully clothed. "Knock next time!"

The King chuckled and looked away.

"Father, you do realize that if you ever want grandchildren I'll need to spend more than five minutes alone with my wife." Cor pointed out. Then he started looking around the room from something "Where's my tunic?"

Aravis was holding it in her hand. She was the one that took it off of him in the first place. "Here." She handed it back.

"Sorry..." King Lune said again. "But some visitors have arrived from Calormen. They claim to have sent word that they were coming but I got no such word."

"Darn Calormenes." Cor muttered.

"Ahem!" Aravis glared at him.

"Oh right, I forgot." Cor blushed. "Sorry, sweetie."

"Like you forgot our own wedding anniversary." Aravis added.

"By the lion was that today?" Cor gasped.

"No it was last week." Aravis pouted. "I was waiting to see when you were going to remember."

"Oh boy..." Cor shook his head knowing that he was in trouble.

"But you were off with Corin hunting all day." Aravis said rather bitterly. "No time for the wife during stag season."

"That's not fair!" Cor said. "You like stag."

"That's not the point!"

"We don't have time for fighting." King Lune stopped them. "We got visitors to greet."

"Though it will be nice to see another face as dark as mine again-it's been so long-I do wish it wasn't calormenes. I wish it was just Queen Lucy and her gang. I like them much better than unknown stuffy visitors." Aravis said. She did miss Calormen but only a very little bit.

As Aravis entered the room she let out a gasp. They weren't unknown guests at all. She knew them. It was her old friend the who thought of nothing but fashion along with a man that must be her husband and a man who's presence made Aravis's blood run cold. It was The man she'd almost been forced to marry. She still hated him. After all this time. She still felt that if she had to marry him she'd kill herself. Thankfully, she was already married.

"Aravis?" Lasaraleen said in a shocked voice. "Is that you?"

"Hello Las." She smiled a little enjoying her friend's shock.

"What happened to you?" She looked her friend up and down. "What in the world are you wearing?"

"It's from Narnia." Aravis said, smoothing the long purple gown with her right hand. "It was Queen Susan's but she got too big for it and gave it to Lucy who ended up giving it to me when she out grew it."

"Are you a royal here?" Lasaraleen asked still in utter shock.

"Yes." Aravis told her.

"But how..." She looked at her friends left hand. There was a gold band on one finger. Ah, that's how.

Corin walked into the room sharpening his sword. "Hullo."

"Two of them?" Lasaraleen put her hand to her heart.

"Twins," Cor told her. "Corin and I are twins."

"Well, to be honest, I'm very glad you had some sense to marry into a royal family." Lasaraleen blabbed on. "I was sort of frightened for you. I thought you might even have been stupid enough to marry that boy you were traveling with. Thank heavens you didn't! He's was probably a worthless lout. Whatever happened to him?"

Cor glared at her. If she was a man, he would've challenged her to a duel on the spot. How dare she!

"Shasta was a perfectly wonderful boy." Aravis defended him. "He jumped off a running horse to save me from a lion." Then she smiled at Cor. "I think that's when I fell in love with him, though I didn't know it then."

"Huh?" Lasaraleen was a bit slow on the uptake.

"This is the boy I was traveling with." Aravis told her.

"I'm dizzy." The Tarkheena put rubbed her forehead with her fingers.

The Grand Vizier gave Aravis a slow smile. "As beautiful as ever I see."

Aravis took a step closer to Cor. She wanted this man thrown out. She wished she could send him to the dungeon. Or better, that Aslan would come and turn him into a donkey. Cor wasn't stupid he knew the horrid old man was flirting with his wife. So he gave the Vizier a dirty look and casually slipped his arm around Aravis's waist.

"Your father worries about you often." The Grand Vizier said in a slow oily voice. "He was very angry that you ran away."

"Dinner?" King Lune offered showing them all into a room with a large table in the middle.

Corin slipped behind and whispered in the Vizier's ear. "You stay away from my sister-in-law or I'll box you so hard you'll great grandchildren will feel it!"

The Grand Vizier wasn't frightened. "Funny boy."

"I'll knock you down right now." Corin threatened. No one called him funny boy!

"I'd like to see you try!" The Vizier laughed.

That was good enough for Corin. he hit him so hard that he fell to the floor.

"Ow!" The Vizier gasped. "The wrath of Tas..." He lost his train of thought. "...yes I'd like something to drink..."

"Corin!" King Lune gasped. "What did you do that for?"

Aravis didn't feel sorry for the Vizier at all. "He probably deserved it."

"Aravis!" Lasaraleen scolded. "How can you?"

Aravis shrugged and tossed her head. "Cor dear, was that a new record?"

"Well he was here about ten minutes Corin hit him with the rabbit punch..." Cor thought aloud. "Yup, congrats, Vizier you've set a record for how fast you can get Corin in a fight."

"That's not funny!" Lasaraleen gasped. "Oh, Aravis, you've changed!"

There was a loud crash from the kitchen.

"By the Lion!" Aravis whipped her head around to see what was going on.

"By the what?" Lasaraleen looked horrified. "Don't you mean, by Tash?"

Aravis hadn't realized it until now but she hadn't sworn "By tash." for over four years. Not that it mattered, she never believed in Tash anyway. It was only out of habit that she'd ever said so. Habit, and maybe a little bit of peer pressure.

"Wait until I tell your father." Lasaraleen's husband said to Aravis.

"Go ahead." She said in an angry voice. "Tell him everything you like! Tell him that I talk like a northerner. Tell him that I married a man younger than sixty, tell him! tell him that I'm happier than I've ever been in my life. I don't care! Tell him that one day I'm going to be a queen of country he doesn't much like. Go on!" Then she stormed off to her room.

"A temper on her." The Vizier said as he got some sense back into him. "I don't envy you now, boy."

"It's Prince Cor to you." Cor hissed. "You load of annoying poet quoting crud!"

"Tell Aravis that I went home and have never been more offended in my life!" Lasaraleen stamped her foot left the court with the two men right behind her.

"Oh well." Corin sighed. "You win some, you lose some."

"Boys...I..." King Lune started. Corin and Cor hung their heads ready for a scolding . Then the king broke out into a laugh. "Haven't been so amused in a long time!" He laughed harder. "We should have visitors you hate every day!"

Aravis and Cor sat alone watching the sunset that evening.

"Quite a day." Cor said.

"Yes it was." His wife agreed.

"Sorry I forgot our anniversary." Cor said.

"It's okay." Aravis leaned forward and kissed him. "Seeing what I could've been married to...I think I'm pretty lucky."

"Thanks." Cor said.

"But don't you go forgetting next year too." She warned him.

"I wont."

"Good." She put her head on his shoulder and watched the last bit of sunlight slip away.

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