AN: In writing this fic, a couple of scenes didn't make the final cut. Here are some of them.

Deleted Scene one: This takes place after "The Corset incident" Here is an extented bit of Helen trying to convice Lord Pevensie not to buy swords from Digory anymore. As you can see it is a bit much for something we could basicly sum up in passing and it was taking a bit long to get back to the parts of the fic that really mattered.

"You want me to what?" Lord Pevensie's eyebrows remained dead in the middle of his forehead, neither up nor down, as if they were debating over whether they should sink inwards from confusion or rise up in surprise.

Helen's expression remained placid but her tone was full of venom as she causally stabbed a lettuce leaf with her fork and brought it up to her lips. "I want you to find a new sword maker so we don't have to associate with Digory and Edmund any longer."

"Helen," Lord Pevensie sighed, reaching across the super table for a roll. "Digory Kirke is the finest sword maker I've ever made investments with. Haven't you noticed the rich quality of his blades? Our wedding gift alone-"

"All that's very well and good." Helen cut in tersely. "But the people involved are what matters the most and clearly Digory does not teach his grandson anything about decency or morals."

"What exactly is all this jaw and hubbub about, Helen?" Lord Pevensie leaned onto his hand and rubbed his forehead with his fingers.

"That son of his is clearly not a respectable member of society and Digory tends only to pass the test of civilized living by a hair."

"Please say what you mean or don't say it at all." Lord Pevensie said wearily. Who would have thought a new wife would be so hard to please? When he'd asked her to marry him, he had assumed she would be glad enough to have an enormous pretty house to live in, lovely clothing to wear, and the finest foods to eat. So why was it that she never seemed happy? Why was there always something else she wanted from him? Do this, do that, change this, don't do that, don't let your son/daughter say this, make them say that...ugh...did it never end?

Deleted Scene two: Here is an early idea which I ended up not going with in the process of writing this story. In it, Eustace does in fact turn into a dragon and he rampages through Narnia. It didn't work out in the end so I cut it and came up with a different side-plot and fate for Eustace. Anywho, this scene would have come in the middle of chapter 25 (Love comes suddenly) right after Lucy says, "You're capable of doing that all by yourself" if I had decided to keep it in.

She ducked down so that she could shake her mother's hand away from her and dash back towards the house. Once she reached the glass door though, she saw Peter running towards her.

"Lucy!" He exclaimed, grabbing her right hand and pulling her down the hall. "Come quick, you've got to see this."

Helen lifted her skirt so she wouldn't trip over the hems as she followed them to see what all the excitement was about. When they reached the window by the front door, Susan, Edmund, and Lord Pevensie (Who happened to have returned early from an investment meeting) were standing there, looking out at something in amazement.

"What's going on?" Helen demanded, upset that Edmund hadn't left yet.

"It's a dragon." Lord Pevensie told her. "Outside in the street."

"A dragon?" Lucy gasped, coming forward and leaning closer to the window. "A real one?"

"You mean all this commotion is because some giant lizard is outside?" Helen huffed at her husband. "Honestly, one would think-"

"Hush, Helen." Lord Pevensie said, not unkindly. "It's certainly not something you see every day."

"The children should be at their lessons." She protested.

Edmund scooted over so that Lucy could see out the window. There was a real dragon. He was one of the most remarkable looking creatures Lucy had ever seen before. His green-blue scaly skin was like that of a fish crossed with a long smooth snake. His nose was a soft gray colour with a dark ebony black burnt sort of tint at the tips. His out-stretched wings were thick and purple-black. What struck her the most about him was that he didn't have ruby-red eyes the way Lucy had always been told dragons did. They were the normal, pale blue that any human might have.

"My question," Helen said testily. "Is why that thing is being allowed to parade around here as if he owned the place instead of getting a knight's sword through its side." She looked at Edmund when she said it, half-hoping that he'd go out and get eaten by the scaly beast.

AN: Feel free to leave a review if you have any comments about the deleted scenes. I'd love to hear your thoughts.