I ran. I ran, and ran, and then ran some more. Somehow, as I was walking back to my house in London, I ended up in this dense forest, covered with snow. It was summer time, back in London, and I somehow ended up in this blasted Winter Wonderland!

Anyway, back to my running. I saw this wolf, and it was walking with someone that lookedhuman. At least, from a distance. But as they got closer, I realized that the wolf was talking, and the "human" had the legs of a goat. I hid behind a tree, and as they approached, I guess the wolf smelled me and came to where I was.

"Who are you, and what are you doing here?" It growled to me. That was when I ran.

I had been running for maybe fifteen minutes, (I'm a cross-country runner), when I tripped over a snow bank and hit my head on a boulder. I blacked out instantly.

"What should we do with her?"

"What do you think, Ed?"

"We might as well let her stay."

"What? No! We can't have anyone else staying in the castle!"

"Ed! Be civil, just for once please?"

"Oh, stop bickering! All of you! We need to take care of her!"

I blinked my eyes open to see four figures standing above me. The tallest had blonde hair, blue eyes, wore a golden crown on his head and a blue tunic with a sword hanging at his hip. He looked about 19 or so. The girl on his left was almost as tall. She had long brown hair, blue eyes and full lips. She wore a ruby-red dress with a silver crown on her head. She looked about 18.

The second boy had dark hair, freckles across his nose, and striking brown eyes. He looked about my age, 16. He was about as tall as the girl. He wore a brown tunic, with a sword and scabbard hanging at his side, with his silver crown gone askew on his head.

The one closest to me, was definitely the youngest. She had short, curly brown hair and blue eyes, she looked about 14, and she wore a forest green dress with a golden crown atop her head. On her hip she held a glass bottle, containing a red liquid.

"Oh good you're up!" The youngest one said. "How are you feeling?"

I groaned and sat up. I looked around the room. Where the bloody hell am I?

"How do you think, Lu? She hit her head on a boulder." The boy with the brown curls said. The blonde boy threw him a look. I glared at him too.

"Well, I feel horrible. Thanks for the sympathy," I said sarcastically, throwing the boy a look. He rolled his eyes, and looked away.

"High King Peter, pleased to meet you," The blonde one stuck out his hand and I shook it.

"Queen Susan," The older girl curtsied, and I just nodded, being bed-ridden and all.

"I'm Queen Lucy!" She youngest said, energetically. We shook hands. I was going to like this kid.

"And Mr. I-love-the-corner, is King Edmund," Peter said. "Pleased to meet you," I said sarcastically. I really didn't like Edmund so far.

"It's been really nice to meet all of you, but I really must get home. My parents will be worried." The four royals looked at me with confusion. "What is it?"

"Well, you see-" Queen Susan was cut off by Edmund. "You aren't getting home," He said, nonchalantly. My eyes flicked over to Edmund and saw that he was picking at his fingers. Did he really not care about me? At all?

"I'm not?" I asked, putting my head in between my knees. A tear slipped out of my eye and fell on the sheet. I wiped away another stray tear to keep from crying in front of the King, the Queens, and the little twit in the corner but soon three…four…six more tears fell. I gave up.

I was never going home. I would never see my family, my friends or my best friend William ever again. I hugged my knees into my chest and sobbed. I felt a comforting hand on my back. I looked up and saw Susan staring down at me with sympathy.

I smiled but started to cry again. After a while, the boys left leaving me with Susan and Lucy.

"Come on. Let's go get you changed." Susan led me out the door of the infirmary I was in. "There's been a room prepared for you. You'll stay here as a guest and we'll try to find a talent of yours. Horse riding, maybe cooking." Lucy grabbed my hand and gave it a comforting squeeze. I smiled for once since I've gotten here.

They led me to a room, and opened the door. I gasped once I saw what was inside. On the back wall was a king sized bed with a golden comforter and white pillows with gold trim. The bed had four posts, each with curtains hanging off. There was a canopy above the bed. On the wall to the right of the bed there was a dressing area. There was a wardrobe with different colored dresses inside, and shoes at the bottom. There was one of those folding things to get dressed behind, and a vanity right beside that. On the wall in front of the bed was a small fireplace, a rug ,a table ,and a few armchairs. On the wall left of the bed was a desk with a candleholder, an armchair and lots and lots of drawers. On the other side of the desk was a bookshelf. I mean a gigantic bookshelf. It covered nearly the entire wall. Between the desk and bookshelf there was a door. Inside the door was a bathroom. It had a bath, and on the shelf next to it were rows upon rows of oils, and incense and petals. There was a sink (made of pearl it seemed) and a full-length mirror next to that.

"It's beautiful…" I gasped. Lucy giggled and pulled me towards the wardrobe. She opened it and I immediately found a dress to wear. It was all black. It laced up in the front, and back and it split to reveal another black cloth with lace all over it. From the middle of my forearm, down it was lace. Just black lace.

I grabbed it, and walked behind the fold-up thing and put the dress on. I laced up the front of it but needed help with the back. Susan laced it up for me and I stepped out to look in the mirror. I couldn't recognize myself. I slipped on the black shoes and joined Susan and Lucy to go down to dinner.

Susan and Lucy took their places and the only spot open…was by Edmund. I mean, I barely knew the guy but it seemed he hated me, so I'll give him the favor of hating him back.

I took my seat and right away, dozens of fauns came out with silver trays loaded with food. There was deer, and goose, and turkey and all sorts of meats I couldn't name. There was also applesauce, gravy, warm bread, a pyramid of fruits, and…oh! Plum pudding! Next came a big tray of Turkish Delight. My mouth watered while Edmund stared distastefully at the Turkish Delight.

Another faun brought goblets for each of us to drink. All of them (except Lucy's) contained wine. I grimaced and put the goblet down. "What's wrong?" asked Lucy. "Oh, nothing. I just…I don't have a good history with alcohol." "I'll switch!" exclaimed Lucy.

"No! Lucy, just drink your water," Peter said, in a warning tone, as if he were a father.

"Yes, mum," Lucy grumbled. I stifled a giggle and began loading my plate. Once I was finished I grabbed a piece of Turkish Delight, and, deciding to be nice for once, got one for Edmund.

"Here," I said, and handed him his piece. He glared at it, and said, "No thanks." And he stormed out of the hall. I sighed, threw my napkin down and followed him out of the hall.

I caught up with him right outside his room. "What is your problem?" I asked, spinning him around. I could see he was seething, but as he went into his room, I followed him. I shut the door and turned to face him.

"Listen, ever since I've gotten here, all you've done is act like you hate me! And I want to know why!" I glared at him, with my hands at my sides clenched into fists. He continued to ignore me, so I continued, "Have I done something? Did my Turkish Delight upset you?" I asked sarcastically. Then I realized it.

While I was dressing, Susan and Lucy told me their story about how they had gotten here, about 4 years ago. Edmund had fallen under the spell of some White Witch (under Turkish Delight I might add) and betrayed them. They met Aslan who brought Edmund back to him. Aslan was killed on the Stone Table by the White Witch and had a battle the next day. Aslan returned to life, the White Witch was killed, they won the battle and Peter, Susan, Edmund, and Lucy became Queens and Kings of Narnia. So, basically, Turkish Delight was a horrible, and painful memory for Edmund.

"Is it…is it about this White Wi-" Next thing I knew, I was shoved against the wall, with strong hands gripping my upper arms. Edmund was furious.

"Don't you dare say that name in front of me. Hear me? Do you hear me!" His grip tightened. "Well, DO YOU?" He was shouting in my face, as I nodded, tears running down my face. He let go and as he did…

SMACK.My hand flew across the King's face.

The sound resounded off the walls, and into the hall as fauns and maids walked in to see what it was about. Edmund gasped and held his cheek. "You stupid bloody girl!" He said, in pure anger. I walked towards him, my fist raised and swung but he grabbed my wrist in time. I swung the other hand, but he also caught that hand. We glared at each other with pure hatred in our eyes.

"WHAT IS GOING ON?"

We turned around and saw Peter, Susan and Lucy all standing there, shocked looks on their faces. Edmund squeezed my wrists tighter and let go. I rubbed my wrists and looked at Peter.

"Nothing," I said. I walked out of the room not giving another glance back.

Edmund's POV:

Peter glared at me as I sat down on my bed. I felt like a little kid, about to get yelled at by his father. Peter paced the room before turning towards me.

"Edmund, you can't keep doing this. What happened to King Edmund the Just?" I just shrugged.

"Tell me you didn't hit her." I stayed silent.

"Ed, I swear, if you hit her-" His tone was threatening, and the prove his point, he pointed a finger at me and started walking towards me.

"I didn't alright? But she hit me!" Who was she, to hit a King of Narnia?

"She had every right to!" I stood up and stared at my brother.

"She had no right to hit me, that stupid girl."

"What was it this time?" His tone implied he was obviously upset and getting a headache as he rubbed his temples.

"She mentioned the White Witch," I said as if it was obvious.

"So you threw her against the wall?"

"Not really! I just kind of…held...her…there? Peter, she's a brat and you'll find that out soon enough!" I told him as he walked out the door.

I blew out a frustrated breath as I raked a hand through my hair. I paced around the room, thinking. Wow, Edmund's thinking! Good for him!

Oh great, Edmund thought, I can hear her in my head! I scowled upwards, toward my forehead.

You were a bit harsh you know,the Charlotte in my head said.

Yes, but you hit me!,I replied back.

You threw me against a wall!

My thoughts were silent.

I decided I should go apologize to her.

I stood up off my bed and walked towards her room, which was down the hallway from mine. I knocked on her door, and the only reply I got was, "Go away!" After that, followed some sobbing. I sighed and knocked on the door again. "Please, let me in." The sobbing ceased and I heard a loud thunkon the opposite side of the door. So, she threw something at the door. Lovely.

"I hate you! Go away!" I sighed and just opened the door. I had to duckreal quick before something flew over my head. "Will you stop it?" I said, grabbing her wrist before she could throw anything more. She winced, and I pulled my hand away. There was a bruise forming on both of her wrists…the shape of hands.

I went and sat at the other side of the room. "I'm sorry," I mumbled. She furrowed her brow in confusion. "What?" She asked. "I said, I'm sorry!" I said, louder. "Oh," was all she said, looking shocked. "Oh? Am I not forgiven?"

"Well, no not really. You bruised my wrists, shoved me against the wall, yelled at me and acted like you hated me. Plus, you don't sound very sincere."

I gritted my teeth and breathed deeply. "I came down here, when I could've been doing something else, and I apologize and you don't forgive me?"

"Well, if I remember correctly, you didn't even want me here!" We were nose to nose.

"Goodnight," I said, briskly walking off and into my chambers.

Charlotte's POV:

I woke up the next morning and put on a simple green dress with the same black shoes I wore yesterday. I went down to breakfast and saw the others already there. And once again, the only spot open was by Edmund.

I smiled a fake smile and sat down, throwing Edmund a quick glare. Under the table, I kicked Edmund. I heard his breath hitch and I smiled at him. After a little while, I felt a sharp pinch on my thigh. "OW!" I said, earning looks from the others. "Sorry…popped my shoulder." I pursed my lips and threw a sideways glance at Edmund. I kicked him again, he pinched me, I kicked him, he pinched me, I kicked him harder. "Will you stop that?" "You stop it!" "Both of you stop it!" Susan said, cutting in. I groaned and walked out. I knew I shouldn't be acting like this. I was a guest in the castle, and here I was, acting like a selfish brat.

I walked along the hall, not caring if I got lost and found myself in a gigantic room filled with fabrics, and sewers and needles and thread. My eyes lit up as I crossed the room touching the wall of fabric along the way.

"Enjoying yourself?" I turned around and saw Queen Susan standing there. "Oh um…yes…your Majesty." She waved her hand and said, "Oh please. Just call me Susan. No need for formalities. Anyway, do you sew?" I clasped my hands together and sighed. "Oh yes. I used to sew and knit and crochet all the time back…home."

"Are you good?" Susan asked me, looking over me as if analyzing me.

"I suppose so."

"Well, I think we've found what you are going to do around here."