A/N: Well, this is it, the end. I first would like to thank all of you who have been with this story from the beginning. You have inspired me to continue and I than you for that. Second, I would like to thank my betas: sweet blossom89 and Miluielwen, who work on the first chapters with me, and Kaylee, who betaed the last chapters. After this chapter, I am planning to take a short break from the world of Narnia, but never fear, I will be back with the second installment of this triology on October 1st of this year, so mark your calendars. ;)I also want to thank:

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Without further ado...the last chapter:

Chapter 17: Feelings Unfold

Aurora had sat in the library for almost two hours.

He has to come in here at some point today… right? Aurora thought to herself, nervously re-crossing her legs. She had considered going to find him, but she knew that she would go back to her room instead to hide from what she almost done.

Aurora slid her fingers over the smooth journal, memorizing every inch of it. She knew she was doing the right thing in telling Peter how she felt. But could she do it? Did she have the strength to throw her heart out to be accepted or rejected--?

The latter more likely.

She took a breath to try to settle her nerves. It didn't work. She opened her journal to the marked page and reread the lines. Once the last word was read, she closed the book and began tracing the sun on the cover.

A few more minutes passed. And then, she heard the door open. She looked up to see the one person she both did and didn't want to see--Peter.

Aurora quickly stood and curtsied slightly, trying to avoid eye contact with Peter.

"Aurora!" Peter said, surprised to see her. "I've been so worried, how are you?"

"I'm fine," Aurora replied, meeting his gaze.

"How is your leg?"

"It hurts, but Dr. Lehayim has me on a potion for the pain."

"That's good," Peter said, before noticing the book in her hand. "Were you reading? I'm sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt you."

"No, you didn't," Aurora replied quickly before he tried to leave. "Actually, I was waiting for you."

"For me?"

"Mhmmm--I have something I need to tell you."

As Aurora spoke, she looked down at the floor, unable to look at him anymore. She took a few breaths, not ready to begin and still contemplating running.

"Will you, please, sit down?" she asked Peter, trying to stall the inevitable.

Peter sat at his desk, waiting for her to begin.

"Are you not going to sit down also?" he asked.

"No, I think it would be better if I stood."

Aurora took one last breath before she began.

"I've never been good with words, Peter, but I've always been able to write. Sometimes, I think I would be able to express my feelings more by writing instead of talking. With all that said, I have something I need to tell you, but I'm going to let my journal speak for me where I know my lips would fail."

She put her diary on his desk, facing him.

"It's the page that's marked," Aurora said, before leaving the room.

As she closed the door behind her, she could hear the faint rustle of pages.

Peter opened the journal to the marked page, taking out the dried rose holding the place.

Dear Peter,

From the first moment I saw you, I knew something about you was different from all the other kings I know. Most kings wish to be treated like they are higher than everyone else, but you treated me as an equal, and, even more, you treated me as a friend. When we first met, you pushed all titles aside and had me call you Peter, not "King Peter" or "Your Majesty" but Peter.

And then, just when I thought you couldn't surprise me anymore, you ask me to go riding with you. I know you probably thought I was terribly rude for running away, but I didn't know what to do. You were taking notice of me, something no one ever does. Then, on our outing, you made me open up. From that moment on, I knew I didn't want to be the girl I used to be, the girl who hid her true self. Everyday with you, I am becoming more and more like my old self, and it's all because of you. You took my shattered heart and put it back together. And though I may get hurt and my mended heart may be shattered again, I needed to tell you that I love you. I love you, Peter.

Peter replaced the rose, closed the journal, and smiled to himself.

Aurora was relieved that she didn't see Peter for the rest of the day. She wished to hold off that meeting as long as possible. The rest of her day she spent with Lucy and Susan, who had, luckily, not been called into another meeting like their brothers. They ate dinner in Susan's suite, sitting outside afterward to watch the sunset. They each went to their separate rooms after that and went to bed.

The next day, Aurora was alone. The four royals of Narnia and both her father and brother were at Lord Deberon's trial. She had requested not to be there; she didn't want to relive those painful memories she was so desperatelytrying to get out of her head. She spent her morning packing with a talkative beaver called Mrs. Beaver.

"You know, dear, I can do this all myself, you don't have to do it," Mrs. Beaver said, adding another folded gown to Aurora's trunk.

"I don't mind, it's kind of nice to have something to take my mind off… everything," Aurora replied, thinking about Peter. She still had yet to see him, and her anxietywas beginning to build up.

"Don't worry, dear," Mrs. Beaver said, interpreting her emotions asbeing because of the trial, "you'll get your justice, you and your father both."

Aurora silently agreed with her, putting another gown in her trunk.

"Now, go do something, it's your last day in the castle. I'm sure there's somewhere else you'd rather be than here folding gowns."

Aurora decided to go, knowing that Mrs. Beaver wouldn't stop pressing the matter until she did leave. Noticing the abandoned book on the nearest table, she grabbed it and decided to spend her last day reading.

"Thank you, Mrs. Beaver," Aurora said, giving the small beaver a kiss on the head, before going out the door.

Aurora went straight to her rose courtyard, sitting down on the swing. She opened her book, Dances of the Faun, and turned to the page marked by a leather strap. She quickly became immersed in her book.

Page by page, she read, not noticing anything around. She didn't know how long she had been reading, but she knew by the position of the sun overhead it must have been at least two hours and very close to lunch time.

She was just about to put her book down and go get some lunch when a voice brought her out of her concentration.

"Aurora?" Peter asked the unexpecting princess. "Aurora!" he smiled, running over to the swing. "I've been looking all over for you."

"I thought you were in trial all morning."

"We're on a break for lunch right now, and I wanted to come find you."

"You don't need me, do you? My father promised I wouldn't be needed for the trials."

"No!" he exclaimed, pulling something out from behind his back. "I want to give you this back."

Aurora took her journal.

"So you read it," Aurora stated, looking at her feet.

"Yes, I read it."

Aurora noticed that his voice had a more serious tone than before.

"That's why I wanted to find you, I need to tell you something," Peter continued. "What you wrote in that book, Aurora, was the most beautiful thing I have ever read. Of all the Shakespeare or Dickinson I've read, nothing compares to what you wrote."

But… Aurora thought, waiting for her world to crash around her.

"And…"

Wait… he said "and." Aurora's heart began to race nervously. She looked up at him through her eyelashes.

"I feel the same way. I think I have from the moment I first saw you. I love you, Aurora."

Aurora raised her head to meet his face.

Peter smiled at her, closing his eyes and leaning down toward her. He placed a little kiss on her unresponsive lips. He had begun to pull back when Aurora's brain finally registered what was happening.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, dropping the two books in her hands, and pressed his lips once more upon hers.

His arms went around her waist, holding her to him. He dipped her down slightly, before pulling her up and breaking the kiss.

"I love you, Aurora," he said, smiling.

"I love you too, Peter," Aurora replied, also smiling.

And the once shattered girl and the magnificent king stood there, smiling and in love, gazing endlessly at each other

And they lived happily ever after...until the next story atleast.