If I really owned this, do you honestly think I'd be writing fanfiction instead of organizing day-care programs for Susan and Caspian's children? Really? Well, I don't. And so I'm not. *pouts*
Scenes that were missing from the movie. The deleted scenes are presumed to have happened or will happen in the future- they are not here.
Because Suspain fluff is one of the better things in life and we all need some more.
Walk to Aslan's How
Narnia.
She had never expected to see it again. And here she was, in the middle of another war, yes, but almost giddy with happiness nonetheless.
Peter walked in front of her, having a long and involved discussion with the centaur…Glenstorm, had he said? He reminded her so of Orius, down to the proud tilt of the head, the way he scanned the forest around them every few seconds for possible attacks.
Behind Peter, slightly to the front and side of her, stood the young man whom they had met not an hour before. After offering a cursory explanation to the High King, he had lagged behind, a rather forlorn cast to the aimless way he swung his arms. He didn't seem exactly like royalty to her, she thought, eyeing the back of his head ponderously- but then, neither had she in her first attempts at queen. There was an air of potential about him, Susan decided, and a sort of untried strength that might, in time, become a sense of quiet power. She smirked at how these observations would sound if she voiced them aloud- she, a teenage girl, have the authority to judge the next king! But then, she had been older, once.
Wanting to test the truth of her suppositions, she quickened her pace so that she walked side-by-side to Prince Caspian. Dear Aslan, he's tall!
"Your Majesty?" He turned his face towards her, questioning. I suppose he's not met many who would walk next to him, Susan realized.
"You seem a bit shell-shocked." She smiled and nodded to her brother. "Peter does that to people. I keep telling him that he should tone it down, at least for the first meeting, but he doesn't appear to have taken my words to heart." A theatrical sigh and exaggerated shrug invited the other to grin in return.
Instead, the prince's face fell into the lines of an unidentifiable expression. "The High King certainly knows what he is doing," he remarked tonelessly.
"But…?"
The man hesitated. "He's a great and powerful king, I do not doubt it."
"You can speak freely, Prince Caspian. We do not seek to muffle voices, yours least of all."
He took a breath as if before a plunge into icy water. "Narnia has changed in the years that the Kings and Queens of old were gone. Ancient enmities are meaningless now…Queen Susan, I do not seek to criticize your brother, but the plans and tactics that have worked for him in the past might not be the right thing today. The facts have shifted. Our opponents are not Narnians this time, but men, and men that I know better than any here." Catching sight of her stare, he hastily stepped further to the side. "I…apologize, Your Majesty. That was impolite. I have asked for your help, and I should not condemn it."
Susan frowned, taken aback by his sudden and acute perception. Perhaps he is further along then I thought. "No," she said slowly. "You're right. Thank you." Brow still crinkled, she hurried to catch up to Peter, intending him to listen to her.
