Peter looked around the queens chamber. He could feel her cool eyes on his back. There was something about this woman that Peter didn't like. She never took her eyes from him and he felt uncomfortable looking at her. She seemed to be judging his every move as if trying to find flaws in his movements.

“So tell me, Your Majesty, what are you doing in Narnia?” Queen Vyrina asked. It was strange for one of the Kings of Old to be in her castle. She had learned that High King Peter would never return, yet here he was, standing in her bedroom.

“I'm not sure why I'm here,” Peter answered, refusing to look the young queen in the eye. “Someone called me, but I don't know who.”

“Your sister's horn,” she stated.

Peter looked at her surprised. He figured they still had the stories of the times they had been there before, but he didn't know that this queen was aware of them.

“I think so,” said Peter, staring at her.

“Do you know who had your sisters horn last?” Vyrina asked, staring directly into his eyes.

“It may have been Caspian, but I don' think there is any way I can be sure,” said Peter, without turning away. “You seem . . bothered by the fact that I am here.”

“Surprised,” Vyrina stated walking to the other side of the room without taking her eyes off him. He stood motionless as she observed him. He felt as if he couldn't move and wondered if it was the queen that was doing it. He was beginning to think that the queen was more than the average woman. She turned away from him and his body relaxed instantly.

“You seem distracted by something,” said Peter.

“Maybe a little,” Vyrina replied. “Hold out your hand.”

“What?” Peter asked, confused.

“Hold out your hand,” she repeated without giving an explanation. When she looked at him again he reluctantly held out his hand. She took his hand in hers, studying it. Her touch made him even more uneasy as she grazed her fingers over his palm sending a shock up through his body. It appeared that she was attempting to read his palm, but he feared that there was something else going on.

“Perfect,” she said, letting go of his hand.

“What?” Peter asked.

“Guards,” she called, ignoring his question. “I think it is time that we got prepared for the ceremony.”

The two guards nodded and bowed before exiting the room.

“What ceremony?” Peter asked, again she ignored his question. “Can you at least try to tell me whats going on?”

“I don't think you need to know quite yet,” said Vyrina.

“Well, I don't appreciate being kept in the dark,” said Peter. “What are you planning?”

“You will figure that out soon enough,” said Vyrina, smiling evilly.

Peter already felt uncomfortable around the woman, but when she smiled he felt the need to back away from her. There was something going on and he had a feeling he was being involved without his knowledge.

“Xander,” Vyrina called, as a guard approached her. “Take the son of Adam to the dungeons.”

“What did you just call me?” Peter asked, getting a sudden feeling of dread.

“Son of Adam,” she stated, grinning. “Don't try to escape, I have plans for you later.”

Her smile sent shivers down his spine as the guard grabbed his arm. The queens words echoed in his head as if she had put them there herself. No matter how much he wanted to escape, he couldn't. Peter became more frightened with every step toward the dungeon. This woman had the power to control him and he didn't like it.

The guard threw him into a nearby cell, closing the door tightly. Peter suddenly felt the queens words leave his head and he gained control again. He looked to the nearby barred window wondering what his brother and sisters were doing. He hoped that if they were in Narnia, they would stay far away from the castle.

“Excuse me?” came a voice in the cell. Peter looked over in the corner to see a cat sitting there staring up at him.

“I'm sorry,” said Peter. “I didn't know there was anybody else in here.”

“Well, they have started to double up the cells,” said the cat. “There isn't enough room for all the animals. I'm Bleek and who might you be?”

“Peter,” he replied, simply.

The cat stared at him. It was the way anybody looked at him before they realized who he was. It was something he had gotten used to since their first trip to Narnia.

“High King Peter?” Bleek asked, and Peter nodded, walking over to the barred window. “How did you get here?”

“I don't know,” Peter answered, sitting down with his back to the wall. “I guess somebody called us.”

“Trumpkin,” Bleek said, walking over to Peter and sitting down in front of him.

“What?” Peter asked.

“Trumpkin is the one who has your sisters horn,” Bleek explained. “King Caspian gave it to him several years after you left. He wanted someone he trusted to have it for any problems that would arise in the future.”

“Like this,” Peter stated.

“Exactly,” said Bleek, looking up at Peter. “You have to get out of here, Your Majesty.”

“How?” said Peter.

“I don't know, but you need to get out quickly,” said Bleek, firmly.

“Is there something going on that I should know about?” Peter asked.

“She has plans,” Bleek explained. “Plans to release Jadis.”

“What?” Peter asked. “She can't release Jadis, Edmund destroyed her.”

“Not completely,” said Bleek. “Your brother just made it more difficult to release her, but now the queen has everything she needs to perform the task.”

“What do you mean?” Peter asked, beginning to feel the same pang of dread he had felt in the queens chamber.

“She has everything she needs, now that she has you,” Bleek explained. “To bring the Ice queen back to life she needed the sacrifice of three willing animals. By threatening their families, she got that without much problem. She has to perform the task on a full moon and the next full moon is tomorrow night. Then she needs the royal blood of a daughter of Eve and a son of Adam. That is where you come in.”

“She's going to use me to bring back Jadis?” Peter asked, already knowing the answer.

“Yes,” Bleek stated. “Which is why we have to get you out of here as fast as we can.”