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Chapter Three

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When Rosemary first heard her name, she thought it was Daniel and she was already being called back to England. Maybe Narnia had made a mistake and didn't actually need her. But it wasn't Daniel or James' voice - it was Peter's.

"Peter? Peter!" Rosemary dropped the blueberries she'd been picking and raced in the direction of his voice. She hadn't heard his voice in a year and yet she remembered it perfectly.

"Rosemary!"

Rosemary desperately looked around, searching for movement in the woods. "Peter, where are you?" She continued running, jumping over fallen logs and dodging low-hanging branches. She stopped again, looking around. Something white moved in her peripheral vision and she spun around, hoping desperately it would move again. It reappeared to the left of a thick tree and Rosemary could make out a white dress shirt and dirty blonde hair.

She almost didn't recognize Peter. He'd sent a picture from his family Christmas dinner to her in a letter, but it didn't seem to capture just how different Peter appeared. He was taller and broader. He held his head high and walked confidently. There was no self-doubt in his posture.

"Peter!"

She watched him whip around upon hearing his name being called but she was already running toward him. Much like she had when she saw Aslan, she launched herself at him, wrapping her arms around Peter's shoulders. Yeah, he was definitely more muscular.

"Rosemary," Peter breathed, tightening his arms around Rosemary's waist. They pulled apart and she beamed up at him, her green eyes sparkling in the sunlight. They were the same colour as the fields he used to gallop through on his stallion, Talon. "Please tell me this is real."

Rosemary smiled again. Without thinking, she lifted her hand and brushed Peter's hair out of his eyes, dragging her fingertips across his cheek. He's so handsome. "I told you to call me Rose."

Peter laughed loudly. Definitely real. He snatched Rosemary up by the waist, spinning her around and smiling at the squealed laugh she let out. Peter positioned her over his shoulder and began walking in the direction of his siblings. "I found her!"

"Peter!" Rosemary shrieked. "I can walk, you know."

"Oh, I'm perfectly aware. But you see, Miss Bennett, I am not letting you walk away from me again." Rosemary was so happy that Peter couldn't see her face because it was bright red at the moment. "Ed! Look who I found lost in the woods."

"I wasn't lost," Rosemary argues. "And put me down. I want to hug my favourite Pevensie boy."

Peter scoffed at Rosemary's comment but let her down anyway. She spun in place, flicked her hair behind her head, and then pulled Edmund into a hug. He laughed and wrapped his arms around Rosemary, closing his eyes. He'd spent the least amount of time with the blonde girl, but he missed her just as much.

"Rosemary!"

Lucy and Susan raced towards the small group and she hugged both of them. Lucy had gotten so much taller in a year, her hair brushing her collarbones instead of her shoulders. Susan's eyes seemed less guarded but were still so curious. Some things never changed, it seemed.

"I know it's only been a year for you, but it's been so much longer for us," Susan said, bringing Rosemary in for another hug. "I really missed you, Rosemary."