When the King Plays

Disclaimer: I don't own anything, I just hope Ben Barnes was mine~ and also William Moseley~ But sadly that wouldn't happen in a million years…

Okay so I kinda changed and added a few things in this chapter because it seemed to be missing something. I'm sorry if I have to make you read it all over again-anyway it's just a chapter- Thank you so much to the people who reviewed~ But in the story traffic, I saw that a lot more people were reading it so if you have any feed back, why don't you just comment? I mean, it's just a click away…

But! No super bad flames please…

Pairings: SusanxPeter, SusanxPrince Caspian

Chapter 1: Confusion

Lejla Abbasová the female centaur stood behind her as she opened her eyes to look in the full length mirror. Her eyes widened from the astonishment and disbelief that she, Susan Pevensie could actually be so … beautiful…

She knew that she would have been fine with no make up on, but Lejla insisted to put even just a little. She was thankful but the red lipstick was simply the same color as her own so it really made no difference-though it made it shinier… Her cheeks dashed with pink and her eyes were enhanced with dark eye liner. Who knew that they had the junk women wore in excess to hide all their imperfections at this time.

Her hair was tied in a bun while a few loose curls found their way to shape her face. She was never aware of the beauty she possessed. She had all the features that men consider desirable.

Susan never placed anything on her face back when they were in London. She thought that she was fine the way she was and she was right because with or without make up, she still looked fine.

Her dress, a gift she had received from Prince Caspian X lay in a box adorned with the roses of the lightest pink with a tinge of orange at the ends. She found it on her bed that morning and was really excited to wear it for tonight's party to celebrate King Miraz's death, their victory. It was deep red in color and was made of tulle and had beads embroidered by her waist. It was quite rough against her touch, but none the less, beautiful.

"You look so beautiful Queen Susan, so absolutely stunning." The female centaur said smiling. She smiled back until she heard a knock on the door.

"Yes? Who is it?"

The door opened slowly revealing her brother, Peter. The female centaur excused herself after bowing slightly to acknowledge Peter's presence. Susan rolled her eyes and just stared at her reflection in the mirror, adjusting minor details here and there.

"What do you want Peter?" she simply stated, not bothering to even look at her brother. She heard him walk around her bedroom, getting nearer to where she was. A pair of big warm hands rested on her shoulders and she saw him stare at her through the mirror with that smirk on his face.

He didn't answer her. He just remained standing watching her with those piercing blue eyes. She felt heat on her face as blood pumped faster in her veins. She would always have this reaction to him, whenever he comes close, whenever he touches her, holds her, caressing her lightly. She heaved a heavy sigh, forcing herself to calm down.

"Beautiful…" he whispered, tracing his fingers down her shoulders. "But why aren't you wearing the dress the servants prepared for you?" a simple statement, but she was sure that he already knew.

"This dress was given to me from Prince Caspian as a form of gratitude-"

"Or as an excuse to get into your pants." He said frankly, without letting her finish. His voice masked the disappointment and his eyes appeared almost silver, like he was containing the rage within. She clenched her fists hard and felt her hands become numb.

"Why do you care?" she sneered, looking into his blue eyes staring back at her. "You don't even know him-"

"So do you. What do you know about this guy? A few months of talking to him to prepare for battle never meant that he was a decent guy, Susan."

"I never said I did. He just gave me a present, what does that matter to you?"

"Everything matters as long as it's about you." He kissed her neck, leaving trails of hot and wet while he bit the sensitive part of her nape earning a shudder from her. Her knees got weak and threatened to let her fall, but his arm around her waist supporting her never let her fall, the arms of a king, strong, steady, brave, demanding and possessive.

She melted into his embrace but did nothing to pull him closer. He was trailing kisses on her jaw until sanity and realization snapped her back to reality, pushing him away with all the strength left in her.

"Stop it…" it was barely a whisper, but it was loud enough to be heard by the King. He tenderly lifted up her chin to meet his eyes in the mirror.

"Your lips say that, but your eyes tell a different story, Susan." He was tracing his hands on her soft red lips but she resisted and broke from him.

"I'm your sister…"

"And I'm your older brother and accepting a dress from a man you barely know despite the fact that the servants spent hours to find a nice dress for you is unacceptable." He said, hiding so well about the fact that it was he who personally chose the disregarded garment in the closet for her.

"I love him." Her voice shaked and his heart cringed in pain but he mustered all his pride and strength to not let it affect him. He then forced her to look into his eyes again by holding her chin steady.

"Love? What do you know about love? You're merely infatuated with all the gifts he gives you. But just so you know Susan, I very well know that it isn't the mighty Prince Caspian that you take with you in your dreams." He turned in his heel, releasing his hold on her, closing the door behind him in a swift move while he attempted to wash off the emotion he felt for this woman.

She was then left alone in her chamber. Her knees finally gave in when she let herself fall onto the cold marble floor.

"How did he? How can he?" She whispered ever so softly, hugging herself with her arms. She struggled to stand up; most of her hair came loose from the bun so she just let all fall down to her back.

Her body still tingled from his touch and she saw the mark on her neck. She sighed again.

"How am I supposed to hide this?" she whispered "It's impossible… It's simply a guess… It's impossible that he knows that it has been him… He can't know…"

Okay… How was it? It's my second try at this chapter~ I hope that you liked it! Read and Review please~