A/N: I'm back! This is with my new name symphonyofsyllables. This is my first attempt at Narnia FanFiction, so please bear with me. Reviews, both positive and CONSTRUCTIVELY negative, are welcome. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own the Chronicles of Narnia or any facet thereof. If I did, Susan wouldn't have left at the end of Prince Caspian.
The Prologue's Prologue
"King Caspian! King Caspian!" The guards' cries echoed into his chamber and roused him from sleep. He threw on a shirt and hurried down the stairs to the main gate.
There she was, slumped unconscious in Glenstorm's arms. He half expected to wake up in his bed, tortured by another dream of her. But she had always been perfectly healthy in his dreams before. "My Lord," Glenstorm murmured, and Caspian broke out of his trance. "Thank you, Glenstorm," he said as he lifted her out of the centaur's arms and cradled her to his chest. "You may go."
Caspian began walking up the stairs to his bedchamber, muttering sweet nothings to her as she began to wake. Caspian placed her softly on his bed, and removed his shirt as she wrapped the blankets around her. He lay down next to her and she immediately nuzzled into his warmth.
"My love," he whispered as he stroked her hair gently. "I know not how you are here, but I do not care. I am just blessed to have you in my arms." Susan looked up at him, eyes bleary with sleep. "I love you." "I love you too. Now hush. Sleep, my love." She nodded sleepily and drifted off, content in her love's arms. Caspian closed his eyes, and for the first time he knew that his dreams could not be better than his reality.
The Prologue- Three Weeks Later
Caspian moaned as Susan stretched her body over his, teasing him. Her hand traveled downwards, and he snatched it up before she could cause any more damage. "Do not tempt me, my love. You want to stay pure until we are married." Susan scoffed. "No, you want me to remain virginal until our wedding night. I want to experience the height of bliss with you as soon as possible." Caspian flushed at his lover's forwardness, then kissed her softly. "My little minx. How I love you." "As I love you."
They lay there in silence until Susan's face lit up and she turned to face him. He gasped as her core brushed against his, and she smirked. "I have a compromise for you, my darling." "I am not sure that I wish to hear this." "Hush. You want me to be yours legally before physically. I want the opposite. So let's meet in the middle. I will restrain myself until the night of our engagement party. Then you're all mine." He stroked her heated skin as he considered her proposal, and she purred contently. "Alright. Where do I sign?" Her face broke into a Cheshire cat smile and she kissed him ferociously. "But now I have something to ask you, my love."
He stood up, bare as the day he was born, and grabbed a small box off of his bedside table. She gasped, and he pulled out a sparkling diamond ring as he knelt before her. "Susan Grace Pevensie, I love you more than anything in the entire universe. Will you do me the honor of being my wife?" Tears were trailing down her cheeks, turning her blue eyes into sapphires, and she choked out a "Yes."
He gathered her into his embrace and slipped the ring on her finger. She gazed down at the diamonds in adoration, then up at him with the same devotion. "I love you, my king." "And I you, my queen." He kissed her softly before asking, "Is one week enough time to get everything ready, my love? Because I refuse to keep you, to keep this, a secret for any longer than that." Susan laughed and kissed him again. "That will be fine."
They kissed once more, losing themselves a little, before Caspian pulled away panting. "Time to get dressed. Up you get, my kitten." "But I just want to stay in bed," she whined, and he shook his head before picking her up and depositing her in their closet. "Come, my love. We have a long week ahead of us."
One Week Later
Caspian looked at Susan, the fireworks reflecting off her mahogany locks, and desire thrummed through his body. His little kitten had been quite the minx all day, teasing him with every fleeting glance and fluttered eyelash. He could barely resist sweeping her off to their bedchamber as their bodies brushed and flirted while they danced. He was currently fighting the urge to press her against the castle wall and take her then and there.
She was the picture of desire as she sashayed over to him and pressed her back to his front. His strong arms automatically wrapped around her waist and he peppered her hair and neck with kisses. He raised his lips to her ear and nibbled gently before whispering, "Come to bed, my love."
And she did.
