Hello again everyone. So here it is, Dreams, Desires and Destiny. I wasn't expecting to finish it so quickly, but I have and it is now available for your reading pleasure! If you've just clicked on this story, I would advise you to read Choices, Change and Challenges first before progressing, the link to which can be found on my profile. Just to warn you all, there will be no definitive or recurring plot line. This will mainly be a series of drabbles and one-shots with perhaps one or two small plot lines over a few chapters. I want to focus more on Anna's relationship with all of the Pevensies and build them up further, but obviously her relationship with Peter will have more prominence. Here's chapter one, I hope you enjoy it and please feel free to leave a review if there's a certain scene you'd like to see or have any suggestions.

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters mentioned except for any OC's created by me, such as Anna. All other characters belong to CS Lewis.

Year One

May

The next few months passed by in a dizzying blur. I think we were all still half expecting this to be a crazy dream and that we would wake up any second, returning to the cruel reality of war for the Pevensies and an extended stay in the hospital for me; but we always woke up in Cair Paravel each morning.

Our main task was to oust the remaining supporter's of the Witch and fully restore peace to Narnia. While Aslan had left us, we still had Oreius and those who had survived Beruna to help guide our actions and advise us accordingly. However, Peter and Edmund mainly took up the role. Susan, Lucy and myself only needed a little contribution. I was still as reluctant as ever to rush off into war and battle.

But that didn't mean we weren't busy either. Especially as I had been crowned to the people of Narnia, us three Queens were mainly involved in helping the residents of our Kingdom rebuild their lives after the war. It wasn't long until I had a large queue of Narnians outside my study door with problems ranging from finding new homes to missing family members. I also discovered many people had been forced to pay the equivalent of taxes to the Witch, and we had immediately set out to resolve the issue. I had so many families come to me and beg for more time to pay their money, it was heartbreaking. It was quickly agreed all such payments would be abolished.

While we did have little time for leisure, we always managed to find some way to spend time together. There were even fewer opportunities, however, for me and Peter to spend time alone. When we did, it was usually at night sitting at the bay window and talking; learning more about one another and becoming a little closer each time.

"Sire, we have received reports from the Dryads in Lantern Waste," Oreius announced one morning as we ate breakfast.

Peter took the piece of parchment wordlessly, a frown on his face as he began reading which only deepened with each passing second. He sighed heavily as he put the letter down and looked at the rest of us, who had stopped eating and had been staring at him all the while.

"The good news is that we've now located their one remaining camp. The bad news is that there are a lot more of them than we first anticipated," Peter explained.

"What do you propose we do then?" Edmund asked both Oreius and his brother.

"I think we should all finish breakfast before starting in to this," I spoke up from my place further down the table.

"But-" Peter and Edmund began to protest before I cut them off.

"The less you talk, the quicker you eat and the quicker you will be able to leave," I said firmly.

That shut them up.

xXx

"If either of you come back with so much as a scratch I'll kill you," I warned as I hugged Edmund and Peter in turn.

Edmund wasn't sure if I was joking or not and just returned my hug before turning to his two sisters. Peter also returned my hug and placed a chaste kiss on my lips before mounting his horse and leading the army from Cair Paravel without another word. We'd already said our good byes earlier. We watched them go, knowing we would not see them again for another week.

xXx

The week dragged on in an agonisingly slow fashion, but on the day of their return there was still no sign of the army by lunch time. Everyone grew increasingly worried, myself included. They eventually marched through the gates in the early evening, exhausted but victorious. Everyone looked a little worse for wear and there were a few serious injuries that Lucy immediately treated with her cordial, and unfortunately an even smaller number who did not return at all, but neither Peter or Edmund were among them and we happily greeted them with much hugging and laughing, not to mention a few tears too.

With the last remnants of the Witches reign now conquered and eradicated, life at Cair Paravel was far more relaxed and slower. Around two weeks after the defeat of the White Witch supporters, Peter turned seventeen on the twenty first. He had insisted on a small gathering with his family, myself and only our closest friends. No one had argued, and I soon followed him by turning seventeen on the sixteenth of June, and like Peter I decided against a large party.

xXx

July

"You're reading that book again?" Peter asked incredulously when he entered the library and saw me curled up on one of the sofas, my head buried between the pages of the book.

"It's a good book," I argued distractedly, barely glancing up.

Peter laughed. "So you keep telling me. Why don't you go outside for once? It's a beautiful day," he suggested, moving to stand behind me.

"I'm perfectly content here, thank you," I replied, still concentrating only on the story in front of me.

I barely had time to react before Peter swiftly pulled it from my grasp, and I turned around to glare at him.

"Really Peter, you're seventeen and the High King of Narnia, there are more mature ways to come to an agreement," I pointed out.

He grinned mischievously at me. "But where's the fun in that?" he asked, before walking over to a book shelf and placing it on the highest level, exactly where I couldn't reach.

"Now you're just being childish," I said irritably, standing and joining him at the book case.

"I'll give it back on one condition," he replied.

I raised an eyebrow. "I have to negotiate with you to get my book back now?" I asked.

"Yes, now listen. I'll give it back to you on the condition that you come outside with me," he said, a strange look in his eyes.

"That's it?" I asked uncertainly.

He nodded, before extending his hand towards, which I took and allowed him to lead me from the room.

Why does he seem to be the only person who can test my patience?

When we eventually emerged outside, Peter lead me straight to the gardens but we ended up going further in than I had been given the chance to explore yet.

"Peter, where are we going?" I asked with confusion.

"You'll see," he responded brightly.

We continued walking for another minute or so before a large, ornately made ivory pavilion came in to view. Peter lead me straight to it before he stopped at the bottom of the stairs that led up to the platform and turned to me, a wide smile on his face.

"Well, what do you think?" he asked eagerly.

I surveyed the pavilion before turning back to him. "It's beautiful, but I'm not sure I understand the point of you taking me all the way out here to show it to me," I admitted.

Peter laughed. "It's for dancing in. So, would you care to dance, my lady?"

A small smile played on my lips. "Certainly."

Taking my hand in his, Peter lead me up the short flight of steps to the wooden platform and then placing a hand at my waist as I placed mine on his shoulder, before we began to move to the beat of our own music.

"You should wear your hair down more often," Peter suddenly commented, and I looked up at him.

"I only put it up for convenience," I replied with a laugh, "Does it matter anyway?"

There was a pause before Peter replied, "No, you're beautiful either way."

I felt a blush begin to form on my cheeks, and I averted my gaze to the floor, not knowing how to answer.

Peter placed a finger under my chin and gently raised my head up to meet his gaze again. "I mean it," he said softly.

"Thank you," I eventually replied, giving him a tentative smile.

"You're welcome," he responded with a chuckle, before gently placing his lips against mine.

And why is he the only person who can make me feel like this?

xXx

September

Their majesties High King Peter, King Edmund, Queen Anna, Queen Susan and Queen Lucy,

My sincere congratulations on your Coronation and your victory over the White Witch and her army. It is at this time I wish to extend the hand of friendship from Archenland to Narnia and meet to discuss the terms of a peaceful and prosperous alliance between our two nations. If it is your wish as it is mine to unite, please inform me of your desired date of arrival and I shall strive to accommodate you and welcome you fully to my home.

Your friend,

King Lune of Archenland

"So, what do you make of King Lune's letter?" Peter asked as we walked arm in arm around one of the rose gardens that afternoon.

"I believe he is genuinely trying to help us. Edmund told me that from what he's read in the history books, Archenland and Narnia always had a good relationship until the Witch took over," I said, "And Oreius certainly seemed to have no qualms with us going. I think an alliance would be of a great benefit to both of us," I finished.

Peter mused over my words for a few moments before nodding. "All right. We'll go, but I think we should wait until after Christmas, what with the members of the court arriving next month."

"I agree," I replied.

There were to be two delegated Lords from each of the surrounding countries to arrive at Cair Paravel to serve as ambassadors and members of our court. A handful of Ladies were also to accompany them and serve as our Ladies-in-waiting.

"Has the queue at your door lessened any?" Peter asked with amusement after a short silence.

"Yes, actually. Everyone in Narnia now has a home and those ridiculous debts and taxes have been dealt with," I assured him.

"Good. I am proud of you for dealing with all of that. I'm sorry that it fell mostly on you though," Peter said apologetically, but I waved it off.

"They are our people and they were in need of help. I was just doing my job," Then as an afterthought, "But I don't think it would hurt to get Susan more involved next time," I joked.

Peter laughed and agreed before another silence settled over us.

"You know, you haven't been at the window these last few nights," I began hesitantly, glancing worriedly at the dark circles under his eyes that were becoming more and more prominent each day.

"I'm sorry," he sighed, "I've just had a lot of paper work and letters to answer."

"Then at least let us help. I know Lucy and Edmund are still a little too young to be of much use, but surely Susan or I could be of some assistance?" I asked.

He shook his head. "No, you've had enough to deal with."

"And it seems you have too much," I countered.

Peter didn't reply.

"How about we move those talks from the window to your study, then?"

xXx

December

"Woah, Father Christmas has outdone himself this year!" Lucy exclaimed as she pulled a beautiful new lilac gown from a large box underneath the tree that had been erected for the festive season.

"I must agree with you, Lu," I said from my place on one of the sofas.

Lucy had received her new gown, more of her cordial, as she had been in short supply recently, and a diamond necklace. Susan was given more arrows, a new red gown and a delicate gold bracelet. I too was given a new blue gown, an emerald green leather notebook and a silver bracelet.

"I can't say I disagree with you either," Edmund said as he unsheathed his sword and admired his new shield, gifts that he had not been able to receive last year when we had been separated.

Edmund had also received a pile of new books, since he had managed to read almost every one of interest to him in the library. Peter had been left a new stationary set, a new sheath and a box of herbal teas that were said to help the drinker relax. We had all gotten a good laugh at that although Peter seemed to have less appreciation for the harmless joke.

A ball was held later that evening, something we were told had long been a Narnian tradition before Jadis' reign. And who were we to deny the people their joy once again?

"Peter, I'm sure that poor boy is going to have a burn mark if you don't stop glaring at him," I chastised as we danced.

Susan had been invited to dance with many noblemen and visiting royalty, and every one of them had been severely scrutinised under Peter's glare. "After all, you don't see me glaring at the young ladies who dance with you or stand to the side and giggle and chatter about you either," I pointed out lightly.

That caught his attention.

"What?" he asked, finally bringing his gaze back to me.

"Really, you haven't noticed? There are any number of beautiful women in the court vying for your attention and you mean to tell me you've been completely blind to it?"

Peter met my eyes as he spoke. "There's only one girl who's caught my attention."

"Oh? And who might that be?" I said carefully, feeling my face flush a little.

Peter leaned down so that his lips grazed my ear. "Who do you think?" he asked, before straightening up and continuing our dance.

"And what about you? Do the young ladies of the court fawning over me really not bother you?" he asked with a small smirk.

I grinned.

"Frankly, my dear, I don't give a damn."