When Susan's horn is blown, the Queens and Kings of Old respond. But a new king wears the crown. The land is treacherous-its forests shifting, its skies watching. Magic, thought buried, begins to bleed back through the seams. Two strangers walk beside the Narnians, drawn in by accident. Or fate. Their presence was never part of the plan. Alliances crack. Faith falters. Desire knots itself into silence. And the stories they once trusted begin to turn on them. Love is quiet, unresolved, sometimes unbearable. It lives in the things left unsaid, in glances held too long, in promises made with a breath instead of words. This is a story about what we carry. And what we choose to let go. Set after The Silver Chair. Ignores The Last Battle timeline. First written in 2020. Now undergoing revision and expansion. Updated weekly throughout 2025. [The Pevensies + OC]