Authors Note: Hello! This is my Narnia Fanfic Divided! Some of you might recognise this story as I have decided to rewrite a previous fanfic, this time with fresh ideas and hopefully improved writing, so enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters, except the ones that are my own creation. Everyone else belongs to the mind of the great C.S. Lewis!

The night had turned cold. The stars sparkled against the dark canvas of the sky, clear with only a wisp of cloud which was visible in the glow of the Moon. The orb of light shone down on the island below, where the waves crashed against the jagged rocks, the salty spray hitting the sandy beach.

The castle of jet-black stone sat further inland, the lights of the braziers on the battlements supplied the guards with light and warmth as they silently stood watch for any signs of impending enemies.

Lucille stood on the balcony of her bedchamber; the chill of the wind caused her to tighten her shawl around her. She had not given much thought to the drop in temperature before she had ventured outside, dressed only in a white cotton nightgown.

She rubbed her arms in attempt to restore some warmth to her body, but when that didn't seem to improve the situation, she retreated into her bedchamber and closed the doors behind her.

The room itself was as beautiful as the view outside, the décor fit for royalty. Candles illuminated her surroundings, held by delicately carved golden candlesticks. The walls were draped in elegant tapestries which showed scenes of people dancing in beautiful gardens and bathing in a grand lake.

A great king-sized bed was at the centre of the room, blanketed in silken sheets and accompanied with soft velvet cushions. While a marble fireplace sat off to the side, bathing the bed in warmth and orange light.

Lucille allowed herself to fall back onto the bed, her loose golden blonde hair temporarily blinding her. She knew it was late, the bells that sounded midnight had come and gone, while the castle had grown noiseless as the last of the King's courtiers sauntered out of the banquet hall, their bellies full of roasted meat and sweet wine.

However, the King did not share the joyfulness that the rest of his court did. The fact that he had called a council meeting at such a late hour was not a good sign, plus the King was never in a good mood these days anyway nor did he have reason to be.

As the hour grew even later, Lucille was dozing on her bed, doing her best to stay awake. Her reasoning for doing so finally arrived, when the door to her chamber opened and a man stepped into the room.

He was dressed in a black woollen tunic and matching black breeches, which made his red hair stand out. His mocha coloured eyes were heavy with exhaustion, but they seemed to rejuvenate with hunger when they landed on the beautiful woman that occupied the bed.

"Lord Primus, I was beginning to think you weren't coming," Lucille teased, her voice light and humorous.

"Forgive me, the King kept us later than I intended, he had much to say," he replied with a small teasing smile as he took another step towards the bed.

"He's displeased then?" Lucille questioned as she pushed herself up onto her knees, her hands outstretched for Primus.

Primus enveloped them into his, the smile on his face widening at their touch. He lowered his head and placed gentle chaste kisses on her small delicate fingers, which sent small shockwaves through Lucille's skin.

"He was defeated in battle, his dream of conquest once again shattered, I would say he's more than displeased," Primus said with a deep chuckle in his throat.

"So, a bad time to tell him about us then?" Lucille jokingly asked as she raised her hands to his tunic and began slowly undoing the laces that kept the two halves of the fabric together.

"Yes, I doubt the news that I lay with his daughter every night will brighten his mood," he shot back as Lucille finished with the laces and gently pushed the tunic off his shoulders and allowed it to drop on the floor.

She explored his torso with her hands, her pulse quickening with every touch. Her fingers caressed the jagged scar that ran from his hip to just below his heart and his breath hitched in response.

"You are one of his most trusted soldiers and advisors, he has already rewarded you on many an occasion, there is a chance that he would not oppose the match," she whispered, her words full of hope and longing.

However, Primus pushed her hands away from his body and looked at her with disappointment in his eyes. He then turned away from her and walked over to the fireplace, allowing the heat of the flames to wash over him.

"We've been over this Lucille, he will not approve of it, you are a Princess of Galma, while I am just a humble soldier," his voice was soft, but the pain was evident.

"You are a Lord, a worthy match for a Princess," Lucille fired back, not allowing his words to dissuade her.

"I won my lordship on the battlefield, I paid for it in blood. I am not a Galman either, your father bought my services, I am no more than a simple mercenary,"

"Why do you continue to doubt yourself, you are a man of honour and I love you for it," Lucille said, her words failing to penetrate the shield he had placed around himself.

"You don't know the things I've done, who I've hurt and the lives I've destroyed," he replied, his voice cracking under the weight of the words.

"That's because you refuse to share your past with me, I don't know where you came from or what you've done. I try to ignore it, I try to focus on my love for you, but how can I love all of you if you don't let me know all of you,"

He turned back to her at that, his eyes brimmed with tears and Lucille's heart broke as she watched the brave soldier finally strip himself of his armour. She leapt off the bed and rushed over to him, wrapping his arms around him tightly so that he knew she was there.

His arms embraced her in return and he finally allowed the tears to fall, his head buried into her neck as his broad shoulders shook. She didn't say a word as he cried, she just rubbed his back softly, her hands tracing circles on his skin, until finally the sobs subsided, and he lifted his head to meet her hazel coloured eyes.

"Forgive me, I didn't mean to lose control like that," he muttered, his voice barely audible.

"You never have to apologise to me my love, but please tell me, what has caused this to happen to you?"

He looked into her eyes once again and Lucille could see the doubt there, he was wrestling with whether to tell her and she found herself waiting with bated breath if he was going to trust her or not.

"While your father ranted about the withdrawal of his troops from the Seven Isles, a messenger arrived, he brought news from the Western lands," Primus said slowly, trying to maintain his composure.

"There hasn't been much news from those lands for several years, what did the message say?" Lucille asked, her curiosity raising its head.

"The White Witch is dead, her forces are defeated, and the land of winter is no more,"

This news took Lucille by surprise, since she was old enough to remember, she had been told stories of the White Witch and her kingdom of permanent snow and ice. She had never attempted any communication with Galma, nor did her father seek any with her, despite the proximity of their two lands.

"So, who now sits on the throne of Narnia?" Lucille inquired, wondering if the new King or Queen would be more open to negotiation.

"The message said that there were now four rulers, two Kings and two Queens, all siblings," Primus answered, his voice still quiet.

"Siblings?" "Ruling together?"

Primus only nodded as the surprising news seemed to interest Lucille, who was aware that power shared between siblings never worked and normally led to civil war. She couldn't see this family being any different.

"I assume that they'll be fighting amongst each other soon enough," she stated, sharing her thoughts.

"Your father had the same thought," Primus said, with a strained smile.

"How did he take the news?"

"He was just as interested as you were, I could see the glint in his eye, he sees potential in those lands," Primus affirmed, he had always been good at seeing the King's true intentions.

"Do you think he will invade?"

Lucille was aware of her father's desire to create an Empire for their family, their small island nation had never been enough for him. He had already tried twice to conquer foreign land, both campaigns had been unsuccessful.

"He will wait, he's still licking his wounds from the Seven Isle debacle. He will keep a close eye on Narnia though, he will watch for signs of weakness before he considers any military action," Primus informed, his voice grave as his eyes grew distant, almost as if he could already picture the bloody battlefields, littered with corpses.

"Then what is it about Narnia that has caused you to become so distressed?"

Lucille tried to keep her voice gentle and soothing, she knew from experience that a solider caught showing any signs of emotional affliction, was like a spooked animal, one misstep and they would be gone.

"I lived in Narnia for a time, a long time ago, but terrible things happened there, and I was forced to flee,"

"What things?" Lucille asked, her hands had clasped his as she urged him to trust her.

"I hurt people, people who I cared about. I betrayed them because I was selfish and spiteful and just the thought of returning to those lands, its more than I can bear,"

Tears threatened to spill once again, causing Lucille to wipe the drops away as she cupped his face in her hands. He grasped her wrists, almost as if he was trying to draw her strength into himself.

"If you have to return to those lands, then I will go with you, I will not let you suffer alone," she whispered as she placed her forehead onto his.

"I love you, more then I thought I could love anyone," his words were soft, but Lucille could feel the power of those words and she gave him a beaming smile as she brought her lips to his.

Their kiss was light at first, but quickly it deepened and both stifled moans. As one they moved over to the bed and fell onto the sheets with only the slightest of sound. Heat rose in them both and soon they were equally desperate for more.

"I don't know how much time we will have, one day soon, war will be upon us once again," Primus whispered as he broke the kiss.

"Then we will face it together, as we always do," Lucille whispered back as she placed tiny kisses on his neck, which caused him to give a satisfying groan.

With smiles on their faces, they slowly removed the remaining clothing that separated their bodies. Then, they put all talk of uncertain future aside and cherished the time they had together.

But as the young lovers, physically expressed their love, both would have been aghast at having an audience. Yet the Great Lion was present on the island of Galma that night, though none saw him, because none wanted to see him. His Amber eyes watched as the people of Galma slept, but it was in the throne room where the Lion frowned. For it was there he witnessed the silver haired King hunched over a battered yellow map, his hand stroking the black letters that spelled Narnia. The Lion could see the hunger in the old King and knew that a threat would one day sail from this land and it was in that moment where the Lion began his plan, as the fire of war had sparked into life.