Well, this is the last chapter. It broke my heart to write it. I was really tempted to go against canon and give the story a happy ending...but I didn't.

Prince Rillian was asleep.

The Lady of the Green Kirtle sat on the grass gazing at him.

Making difficult choices is exhausting, isn't it, my prince? she thought, mockingly. But you've chosen well. Sleep.

He was hers now. He had told her that he loved her above all else and she had embraced him, thanking him for being her deliverer. She had promised that she would meet his father. Then she had hurried to begin the spell. She had begun singing a strange and haunting melody and he had been lulled to sleep by the sound of her voice. He would sleep for a long time now.

It had been so easy! She had come, expecting a worthy opponent. She had come, prepared to seduce a man who would be wary and suspicious. And what had she found instead? A boy who was grieving and lonely, longing for someone who would replace the mother he had lost. He had trusted her absolutely. She had barely needed magic.

"Sleep on," she whispered. "When you wake you will remember nothing. And then we will travel to my lands where I will be yours and you will be mine."

A sudden change in the air forced her to suddenly sit upright. A sudden presence…

No! It couldn't be Him! He had no place here!

It was Aslan. She knew it even before she saw Him and she had to strive to hide the fear that she felt each time He was near. There was nothing to fear, she told herself. The boy was hers, after all.

Aslan ignored her. He slowly walked closer and closer to the fountain until He was close enough to see His own reflection. Then He lowered his head and drank. The act infuriated her. He was demonstrating that this was His land, His forest, and that she was here only because He allowed it! That she wasn't even worth a glance!

"Hello, oh mighty one," she said, mockingly.

Aslan looked up at her. He said nothing. Then He slowly, deliberately, took a few steps until He was looking into Rillian's face. The love in His gaze astonished her. She could not comprehend it. How could He love them, these humans who were so weak and worthless?

"You can look all you want," she said, with a false sweetness. "Just don't touch what doesn't belong to you."

And then she said what she knew would hurt Him the most. "He chose me, you know. Over you."

Aslan spoke. "Yes," he said. Not angrily, not tearfully. He just said it.

Prince Rillian stirred and moaned.

Aslan spoke again. "Yes. He chose you. He may yet choose differently."

"No fear of that," she said, laughing. "His choices will be limited from now on. When he wakes, he won't remember you. He cannot choose what is outside of his understanding."

"I have given him the right to choose," Aslan said. "And what I have given, you cannot take away."

Once again, reminding her of His superiority!

"I didn't have to take it away!" she said. "He gave up the right to choose, when he chose me! He chose to give up his right to choose!" she said, laughing at the paradoxical nature of it.

Aslan shook His head and His golden mane rippled. "He does not have that power any more than you do."

Then He leaned over and breathed in Rillian's face. And something that had been dead in Rilian's face, suddenly came alive. She realized that some small part of Rillian did not belong to her, had not surrendered.

"You cannot reverse the spell!" she screamed. "He is mine!"

Aslan spoke. "He has chosen you. But for one hour each night, he will be free to choose otherwise. He will remember who he is and all that he has been taught. For one hour each night, his mind will be free from your control." He turned and looked into Rillian's face once more. "Good-bye, Prince of Narnia. We will meet again."

Then He was gone.

But his words echoed in the wind.

We will meet again.