[one: so you've turned up to Narnia in a wedding dress?]

The dress tailored to perfection cascaded down her feeble body, its essence radiating the soft beauty who stepped within it only moments ago - her soon to be mother in law gasping at how beautiful she appeared to look, though the girl herself refused to believe so.

Genevieve Potter, or so she was titled in this world, looked like a Princess - as if Cinderella herself had allowed her fairy godmother to dress the young beauty that day so that she would meet her Prince Charming at her own ball - though she knew her own Prince Charming would never see her in the dress, it was far too late for that especially with the wedding only being days away.

Genevieve looked at herself in the mirror with a frown upon her face and tears forming in her eyes. She had to admit that she did look stunning, something she hated to admit because she didn't want to look good for an occasion that would ruin her life forever, but it just didn't ring Genevieve as well as her wedding dress in Narnia did. It wouldn't give the same reaction it did when Edmund looked at her.

Edmund.

Genevieve's eyes began to water as she continued to stare in the mirror and the tears began to fall freely down her cheeks, messing with the make-up that had been plastered across her face by her soon to be mother in law who scowled at her for messing with her make-up before the big day commenced. Genevieve truly disliked the woman.

"Now now Genevieve," Agatha Pole stated as she wiped the young girls eyes with a scowl on her face. "I know you look beautiful but crying is not the answer. A man does not want a wife who cries all the time, do you understand me?"

"Yes madam." Genevieve whispered before turning back to the mirror again, watching as Agatha looked over her with a critical look on her face. "It fits perfectly."

"No dear it most certainly doesn't, have you been cheating your diet?" Agatha asked her and Genevieve only shook her head with a sigh. "It should be tighter around the middle, it appears you have a bit of a stomach. I'll fetch the tailor to see what we can do - maybe a corset."

"Yes madam." Genevieve whispered as Agatha walked away, leaving Genevieve alone as she stepped off her pedestal and walked to the mirror as she lightly glazed her fingers across it with a sigh.

She knew it wouldn't work.

"Glazing the mirror won't bring Narnia back to you again," A familiar voice stated, Genevieve could practically hear the smirk in his voice and she rolled her eyes before turning around. "Though I'm sure the mirror must be blessed now that you have touched it dear cousin."

"What are you doing here Ron?" Genevieve asked as she turned to face her cousin who was smirking at her before he collapsed on the couch of the bridal salon. "You're not allowed to be here."

"I do a thing called what I want Genny dear," Ron stated before sending her a smile. "And why shouldn't I be here? Aren't I the maid of honour?"

"You're the best man Ron, there's a difference." Genevieve mumbled loud enough for him to hear.

"And yet, I attend to your needs rather than Jonathan's." Ron stated as Genevieve looked at him before rolling her eyes.

Ronald Lee had really grown up since his adventures in Narnia, puberty hitting him with a truck many months ago as he began to blossom into a young man. It had started with his hair, his sandy brown hair turning darker and more curly as he grew older - urging him to style it into a quiff that honestly suited him better than many others of his age. Then his face lost all its baby fat, cheekbones becoming prominent and his eyes glistening as a smirk became clear on his face at most times which made the girls in his class swoon - though he never had eyes for any girls whatsoever. He was almost Genevieve's height now, leaving Genevieve to pout as she remembered the small boy who she used to carry and look after who had now become a man. Then his clothing choices had changed, leather jackets becoming something he would wear often when he went out with his friends in hopes of attracting the eyes of boys his age in the neighborhood - though very few gave him the time of day.

"You look beautiful by the way," Ron complimented as he looked at his cousin with a smile. "You really do."

"But its not a... me dress." Genevieve whispered as she took in her appearance again, her eyes fixating on the large skirt that left a trail a meter or two long behind her with a sigh. "Not that I like dresses anyway but it's just too much."

"You still look beautiful anyway, despite the circumstances." Ron complimented in hopes of lifting the mood, but Genevieve just frowned in response. "There's still a chance."

"The Wedding is days away Ron," Genevieve whispered as she bit her lip to stop her from crying. "I'm never going to see him again."

"Hey, we've been told we're going back to Narnia so put a bloody smile on your face. I don't care if there was twenty minutes until your wedding you should not give up hope on Narnia and Aslan." Ron scolded his older cousin as he placed a hand on her shoulder sternly. "Aslan would not allow you, the Eve of Narnia, to suffer so greatly in this world without one final adventure."

"You're right Ron," Genevieve whispered as she looked around the room before something caught her eye in the distance. "Look at that."

The two approached a painting. It was a picture of a ship — a ship sailing nearly straight towards you. Her prow was gilded and shaped like the head of a dragon with wide open mouth. She had only one mast and one large, square sail which was a rich purple. The sides of the ship — what you could see of them where the gilded wings of the dragon ended — were green.She had just run up to the top of one glorious blue wave, and the nearer slope of that wave came down towards you, with streaks and bubbles on it. She was obviously running fast before a fast wind,listing over a little on her port side. All the sunlight fell on her from that side, and the water on that side was full of greens and purples. On the other, it was darker blue from the shadow of the ship.

It looked very Narnian indeed.

"It looks like something Caspian would build." Ron commented before he turned away briefly to pick up a suitcase full of both his and her clothes, unaware of the waves moving within the painting that made Genevieve gasp. "Father told me to pack some things for us so I have a couple sets of clothes for you and me in this bag..."

"Ron."

"Just in case we need them at the hotel we're staying in, though Jill insists we stay at their house despite the fact that Jonathan will be there." Ron rambled, unaware of the gusts of winds that seemed to be radiating out of the painting as the boat seemed to sail towards them - almost like magic.

"Ron!" Genevieve finally screamed causing the latter to look at her with confusion." The painting!"

There was a second of struggling and shouting, and just as they thought they had got their balance a great blue roller surged up round them, swept them off their feet, and drew them down into the sea. Genevieve thanked her stars that she had worked hard at her swimming last summer term by the orders of Agatha Pole. It is true that she would have got on much better if she had used a slower stroke, and also that the water felt a great deal colder than it had looked while it was only a picture. Still, she kept her head and kicked her heels off, as everyone ought to do who falls into deep water in their clothes - even if it is a wedding dress. She even kept her mouth shut and her eyes open.

They were still quite near the ship; she saw its green side towering high above them, and people looking at her from the deck.Then, as one might have expected, she began to sink due to the heaviness of her dress as she let out a gasp as she went down. When she came up again she saw a white figure diving off the ship's side. Ron was close beside her now, treading water, and had tried to keep her steady as he held onto his suitcase for dear life- which allowed him to float on the surface.

Then someone else,whose face was vaguely familiar, slipped an arm under her from the other side. There was a lot of shouting going on from the ship, heads crowding together above the bulwarks, ropes being thrown. Ron and the stranger were fastening ropes round her. After that followed what seemed a very long delay during which her face got blue and her teeth began chattering. In reality the delay was not very long; they were waiting till the moment when she could be got on board the ship without being dashed against its side. Even with all their best endeavors she had a bruised arm when she finally stood, dripping and shivering, on the deck. Then Ron was pulled up and they were both handled towels before Genevieve turned to their saviors with a smile.

"Ca-Caspian?" She said with a smile and the King's eyes widened as he looked at her.

"Genevieve." He greeted before his eyes went to her dress and he rose his eyebrow in confusion. "So you've turned up to Narnia in a wedding dress?"

"You don't even want to know mate," Ronald interrupted and Caspian's eyes widened as he looked at the boy who had truly grown into a young man. "Yes I'm now extremely handsome Cass, but no need to stare you'll make me blush."

"When did this happen?" Caspian asked him as he gave the boy a hug as a chuckle escaped his lips.

"Few months ago, though I do look dashing don't I?"

"No need to be so egotistical Ron." Genevieve commented before she looked to Caspian with hopeful eyes. "Are they here?"

Genevieve was only met with silence before a frown formed on her face, the girls eyes brimming with tears which she managed to hold back before she let a sneeze escape from her body as she shivered in her wedding dress - hoping that she'd be able to get out of it soon.

"Narnians, behold our stowaways." Caspian stated whilst looking at his crew with a smile. "Genevieve the Selfless and Sir Ronald of Narnia. Queen and Knight of Narnia."

"I hate to interrupt introductions but I am freezing and Genevieve is literally shivering in a wedding dress can we please change and continue this later?" Ron asked and Caspian only nodded before he directed them away - Ron following with his suitcase before Genevieve sighed.

She knew it was all too good to be true.