(April's POV)

She woke the next morning to his kiss. She smiled dreamily at him.

"I love it when you do that," she said sleepily cuddling closer to him. "I can't wait until when we wake like this every day."

He smiled at her. "This weekend has been a second honeymoon for us, love. I am ready for our third!"

She laughed, "Not so many couples get this lucky."

"I know! But it is time to get you back to school and I have an appointment with the University."

"Back to reality," she sighed.

"Soon my love, we will be together all the time."

He pulled her close and kissed her. She couldn't help it, her eyes welled with tears and one slipped out and landed with a thunk on the pillow. He pulled back and a furrow appeared between his brows. He wiped the next tear away with his thumb.

"Now, what is this about?"

"I can't help it Peter. I hate saying goodbye to you!"

He laughed softly. "I don't like it either love, but..." he leaned in closer, "You will see me in a few days if you come for the fencing tournament."

She nodded and smiled, trying to dry up.

He was still talking. "After that there are two weeks and then my graduation, then your graduation and final program, then our ceremony, so we have just a few more weeks' love! Come on let's shower, we'll only have time for a quick breakfast. I don't want you to be late."

~~0~~

She was running late and flew into her room almost knocking her roommate Cassidy over.

"April! There you are. I have been worried about you, are you okay?"

Cassidy steadied her arms and glanced down at April's hands.

"April! What is that on your finger?!"

"Oh! I forgot!" April exclaimed, sliding the wedding ring off and slipping it into the velvet pouch she kept it in. She smiled to herself knowing she could keep the engagement ring on and in just few short weeks would be able to wear the wedding ring for the rest of her life.

"Forgot? Forgot what? To tell me that you are married!? When did that happen?"

"Oh, Cassidy," April breathed flying around the changing into her ballet clothes and gathering her books. "I wanted to tell you so many times, Peter and I married secretly over the spring holiday."

She and Peter had agreed they would use the story they told his neighbor if directly asked.

"What? April..."

April looked up as Cassidy's voice had grown soft and wistful.

"April, you are glowing! You look so happy. I have been so worried about you ever since the spring break and now it all makes sense! You said you and Peter had a fight, but there was more than that. You were sad because you had married him and had to be apart. I am guessing you are no longer 'apart'?"

April smiled and said, "I am happy Cassidy. I have never been happier, but we will pay for it if we are late. Come on! I will tell you all about it later!"

"Promise?"

"Yes," April laughed happily, dragging her down the hallway. "I promise. After all, you had a hand in my happiness..."

Cassidy looked happily abashed. "Well, love does need help now and then. You were just so miserable, I had to help somehow."

"Thank you my dear friend. You and Edmund were quite the team apparently."

April glanced at Cassidy before they entered the classroom, a faint blush stained Cassidy's fair cheeks and she wondered just how close her and Edmund had become. Peter had told her about the letters and the "matchmaking" her and his family had done to bring them together for the weekend.

So she would tell Cassidy, at least what she could. Besides, she had to share it with someone or she would burst! Narnia would always be a secret, but there was no way she could hide the depth of her feelings for its High King!

~~0~~

She was getting dressed and watching him pull on his clothes from Friday. She couldn't help but think of how attractive he was, no matter what he was or wasn't wearing.

"Peter, wait..."

She came back into the room with the khaki pants and blue sport coat he had tried on over the weekend.

"You should wear these, they fit you very nicely."

He nodded, dressed quickly then disappeared. "What do you think?" he asked, walking back into the room.

She turned around and caught her breath. He had put on a tie and he looked great. Going over to him only half dressed herself she put her hands on his chest.

"I think you look..." she lowered her voice and rose on her toes to his ear and whispered, "magnificent!"

He laughed.

"No! I'm serious. You look great. In fact I almost added a 'Your Majesty' to the end of that statement, but that really would have made us late."

He growled a bit and pulled her back into his arms and kissed her like he wanted them to be late, but then he pulled back and settled on the bed to watch her put her nylons on.

"I must say, I love watching you do that!"

"Why?" she questioned.

"It shows your legs, which I love, and it just makes me want to take them right off of you.

She giggled at that and moved away from his grasp. Pulling her dress on, she said, "Come on now, we have to be responsible today."

She touched her lips absently until she felt a sharp nudge to her arm. She shook her head and looked over at Cassidy who slid her a note.

'Dreamy April is preferable to mopey April, but your book is upside down and Mrs. Crane has been eyeing you. Homework? Flip this over!'

"Miss Treed!" a sharp voice called. April's head flew up. It still took her a bit to realize that her name in this world was still Treed. She sighed to herself.

"Yes, Mrs. Crane?"

"The answer to number three on the homework please!"

Homework! She had done none this weekend. She almost laughed out loud because she never even gave it a thought! She flipped over the paper and sure enough Cassidy had given her the answer. She rattled it off and her teacher frowned but moved on to the next unsuspecting victim.

April breathed in relief she looked at Cassidy and mouthed a 'thank you'. Cassidy only smiled and whispered, "Later. Now you owe me!"

~~0~~

April's last class of the morning was the practical dance application course, Andre's class. Peter had mentioned that he might stop by if he had time before his train left. She had given him her schedule just in case. She smiled and tingled with just the thought of getting to see him one more time before he left. She practically glided into class and caught Andre's eye. She flashed him a bright smile then had to stifle a laugh at Andre's look of shock seeing her so changed from just days before.

He clapped his hands twice to get their attention. "All right ladies, stretch and warm up, we have a lot to cover today. The final performance is just weeks away and we have to fine tune those pirouettes!"

Some of the girls groaned, he meant they would have to repeat certain steps over and over until their technique was exactly to Andre's liking, which was incredibly hard to attain. When he said pirouettes, he meant Fouettes Pirouettes one of the most challenging steps. They were also known as 32 Fouettes Turns en Pointe, meaning their goal was to reach 32 of the special turns while on their toes. However, only a very accomplished ballerina could reach that number. April and Lauren, one of the other advanced students who was very competitive, especially with April, both could do around 8-10 turns.

April didn't mind the difficulty of the class. She was just happy to truly dance again with a full and happy heart. She had barely been able to go through the motions when she had first come back to school. It had gotten better as the weeks went on, but the spark had died inside of her. Today was different, the flame had been lit again. Her relationship with Peter should not have affected her dancing so, but it did. Giddy was the best word to describe her right then and it showed even in their warm ups.

When they started the pirouette practice in earnest she felt lighter than air. She started to spin and just felt like going. She counted 10 turns and broke out of it, wondering if she could do more. Concentrating on her form, focusing on the music playing in the background, and picturing herself on a stage with only Peter in the audience, her expression softened and she began to turn not realizing that the class had stopped to watch her. Andre, who had been keeping a corner of his eye on her the entire time to see what affect her changed emotional state would have on her dancing, was silently counting. When she hit ten he started to applaud and the other students did as well. It was tradition for the audience of a ballet to start applauding when a ballerina usually reached 12 turns. He had told them that sometimes just hearing the applause created momentum and the adrenaline surge was enough to keep a ballerina turning past the number she had intended. April registered the applause and went as far as she could then broke out of the pirouettes as she had been trained to do. When she stopped her classmates cheered and Andre nodded.

Walking past her, he said, "Eighteen! Good work!"

She felt more than saw Lauren's eyes narrow in jealousy at the high praise that came very rarely from the instructor Lauren was in love with. April did not have that type of relationship with Andre. It was an earned respect and Peter's doing that Andre had stopped pursuing April early on in the school year. Their relationship was now purely professional with a touch of mentorship as Andre pushed her to be her best and he proved to be a great friend too.

"All right ladies, that's enough for today. Practice, practice, practice, exams are coming! April, after class."

April nodded. She expected he would ask her to stay. He usually did ask her or Lauren. They had the lead roles in the ballet that was to be their final performance for the patrons and parents coming for graduation. The class cleared out and soon she was alone with him. Andre cocked his head and stared at her. She couldn't help the wide smile from forming.

"So, you worked things out, did you?"

April simply nodded happily.

"Was he perfectly contrite and did he beg your forgiveness?"

"Yes! He did," came a deep voice from beside the door.

"Peter!" April cried sashaying over to him. She held onto his arm and raised up on her toe, en pointe, to kiss his cheek kicking her leg up behind her. Peter had danced with her often enough to stay still, stiffen his arm and support her weight. He smiled at her. She relaxed and grabbed his arm as they walked over to Andre.

April let go of his arm as he extended his hand to Andre. The two men apprised each other and shook hands heartily.

Andre turned to April, "April, why don't you show Peter what you have been working on. The music should be on the gramophone."

April happily skipped over to the music player and started it. Strains of beautiful classical music softly filled the room. Peter and Andre moved until their backs were to the mirror and watched her begin.

Andre said in a low voice while watching April, "You know, Peter, all of us have been extremely worried about her. In fact, I told her that if you didn't come to make amends soon that I was going to find my own sword and come after you!"

Peter chuckled, but became serious very quickly. Keeping his eyes on his wife as she danced, he said quietly. "You would have had every right. I was...remiss in my duties to her. It is something I regret deeply and wish I could go back and change. Thank you for being a friend to her. I...am working to earn her trust back. We had a great weekend and hopefully it will only get better."

"I am glad to hear it. At first, I thought it was because you both are very young, but now I am not so sure. You have a maturity and mannerisms that beyond your years, and April is...well...special."

"Yes, she is. She told me of your perceptiveness. I am sure none of this has made much sense to you."

"It does not have to. My job is to create a star out of her and if you keep her happy, then my goal will be achieved. Do NOT hurt her again, or I will find a sword."

The corner of Peter's mouth turned up as the music finished. "I promise you, if I hurt her again, I will hand you my sword and you can do with me what you will!"

Andre nodded and simply said, "Deal!"