I know I didn't have a lot of Suspian stuff in ATY, so I'm making it up to you with the first oneshot :D Now I present to you widdle Susan, Caspian and Lucy! :D
The Telmarine Visitors
"Susie can we play outside in the garden?" five year old Princess Lucy asked her older sister, the eight year old Princess Susan.
Susan would have liked to go outside in the garden – she didn't like being cooped up right now, but she shook her head, "No, Lucy. Miss Polly says that we should look neat and proper when the Telmarine visitors arrive"
Lucy pouted, "I want to go outside!"
Her older sister shook her head, "I want to go too" she admitted, "But you want Father to be proud of us, right?"
Lucy nodded eagerly, "Yes!"
"Then we should stay inside" Susan replied, "We can play with our dolls"
"Let's pretend that they're going on an adventure!" Lucy squealed.
And so the two princesses occupied themselves playing with their dolls. Susan wanted the story to be about a princess and a prince, but Lucy wanted an adventure story – so they compromised (Susan's idea, really) with a story about a prince who had to rescue a princess from a dragon. Their dolls proved to entertain them for an hour until Miss Polly walked into the princesses' play room.
"Oh, girls. The King and Queen of Telmar are here, and so is their son. Quickly, your father wants you in the throne room" Miss Polly said, ushering them out of the room and to the throne room.
A son? Susan didn't know that King Caspian and Queen Elsanndra had a son. I wonder how old he is, Susan wondered to herself. She made a face at the thought of a teenage prince, who acted snobbish and proud and of a boy prince just her age – who thought that girls were germs. Susan thought that idea was extremely ridiculous.
But when they entered the throne room, the prince wasn't the teenager or boy Susan was expecting. He seemed to be a few years older than her, and he had black wavy hair. He looked solemn and thoughtful. Susan also thought that he was very handsome. He stood between his parents, King Caspian IX and Queen Elsanndra of Telmar.
Miss Polly backed out of the room after a curtsy, and Susan and Lucy approached the dais – where their parents, King Peter the Magnificent and Queen Louise stood with the Telmarine royalty beside them.
"You're Majesties" Susan greeted them in the most grown-up voice she could manage. She curtsied and Lucy copied her.
"Susan, Lucy" King Peter greeted them, "I would like you to meet King Caspian IX, Queen Elsanndra and Prince Caspian of Telmar"
The first thought that popped into Susan's brain was: They're not very original with their names, then, but she and Lucy greeted them politely and with respect – and Susan used the same grown-up voice.
King Caspian and Queen Elsanndra also greeted them kindly, complimenting on their beauty and manners – to which Susan beamed. She loved compliments. Prince Caspian greeted them too, but it was quieter and perhaps – shy?
Susan didn't know any boy who was quiet – all of them were boisterous – well except for her father's advisor's son, Edmund Pevensie, but he didn't count, she doesn't even talk to him much. Only Lucy persevered in that area, but she didn't have any luck in making any progress really.
The Kings and Queens soon took part in a conversation of their own, leaving Prince Caspian, Susan and Lucy together.
"Hello!" Lucy chirped brightly, offering her hand for Caspian to shake, "I'm Lucy"
Susan watched Caspian curiously. He smiled and shook Lucy's hand, "Caspian"
He looks better when he smiles, Susan thought. Out loud she said, "I'm Susan"
Caspian smiled at her and Susan felt an odd fluttering in her stomach. She brushed it off, reminding herself that she hadn't even eaten a lot during breakfast, and that was the logical explanation. Susan prided herself for being logical and realistic, even at her age, where most girls imagined about fairytales and that sort.
Lucy turned to her older sister, "Can we go to the gardens now? Can Caspian come?"
Susan thought about it. No harm would be done of course, and she was also very curious about Caspian. "If it's fine with Caspian, then alright" she turned to the prince.
"Oh, it's fine with me" Caspian smiled. "Lead the way"
Susan turned to their father and caught his eye. King Peter smiled and nodded, giving them permission to leave. "Let's go then!"
Lucy led the way out of the throne room, down the halls and into the garden. She skipped ahead of Susan and Caspian, looking at the flowers, watching the butterflies and waving hello to anybody who she knew.
Susan felt oddly uncomfortable with Caspian, but she didn't know why. She was irritated at that. She wanted to know why.
"What's Telmar like?" Susan blurted out. Truthfully, she really wanted to know, but she felt that it wasn't the perfect timing right now.
"It's really nice" Caspian replied, "But Narnia seems to be nicer"
Susan grinned – something that she didn't do a lot now, because of a missing tooth – she realized it too late. She blushed and closed her mouth into a thin, close-lipped smile. "Narnia is nicer than other countries I've been too" she murmured.
Caspian looked at her curiously, "You've been to other countries then?"
Susan nodded eagerly, "Last year, Father took me for the first time ever on a state visit to the Lone Islands, and then Mother takes us for a visit every year to Archenland"
Caspian looked impressed, "So you have sailed, then?"
She nodded, "Yes. Have you?"
He shook his head, "Father doesn't like to sail at all. But I've always wanted to go sailing – maybe even reach the end of the world!"
Susan looked doubtful, "That's silly. Miss Polly says that you can't reach the end of the world. Why, the end of the world is Aslan's Country!"
"You can do anything if you believe"
"So if you believe that you could fly, then you could fly?" Susan challenged.
"You're a bit narrow-minded" Caspian remarked.
Susan flushed, "I'm only being realistic"
"How old are you?" Caspian asked, "You act like a grown-up"
Susan felt proud, "I'm eight years old" she said proudly.
"That's a little young, I'm ten years old"
"You're still young too" Susan pointed out.
"I'll be turning eleven soon" Caspian bragged.
"Well I'm turning nine soon too"
"But you can't catch up with me"
"Of course I can't, you're older and I'm younger"
"Why do you have to be so logical?"
"Because I am logical"
"Killjoy" Caspian muttered.
Susan scowled. She sniffed and walked briskly to catch up with Lucy, who had stopped by the rose bushes to pick a rose. She didn't like Caspian very much now.
Susan sat prim and proper a few hours later for luncheon. Miss Polly had arranged her hair prettily, and she liked it. She did though that she looked very beautiful – and she beamed happily when King Peter said so, but she didn't like it when he tweaked her nose.
She also didn't like the fact that Caspian was seated next to her. Susan was still pretty miffed when he told her that she was a 'killjoy'. She didn't really take those remarks well.
Susan was just drinking down some cold cider when she felt someone poke her shoulder. She turned around and saw Caspian about to poke her again.
"What?" she asked irritably.
"You're mad" he observed.
"What do you think?" she asked, glaring at him.
"You're mad because I called you a killjoy" he stated.
Susan scoffed slightly. She picked at a bean on her plate with her fork.
"That means you're guilty of it" he continued lightly.
Susan turned to him with a sweet smile, feeling a lot more irritated, "Caspian?"
"Yes?"
"Please, shut up"
"You look nice" Caspian blurted out.
"Thank you" Susan replied stiffly. She didn't want his compliments right now.
"I mean it, really" Caspian said.
Susan turned to look at him, "Didn't I already say thank you?"
"You still look angry" Caspian pointed out.
"That's because I am angry" Susan scoffed, she turned to her plate, missing the smiles of King Peter and Caspian and Queen Elsanndra.
"Well then, I'm sorry" Caspian said evenly, turning to his plate. "You don't have to act like some spoiled brat"
Susan felt a little bad. She also turned to her plate and felt someone poke her. This time, it was Lucy.
"He did say sorry, Suzie" she said innocently. Susan sighed.
Without looking at Caspian she muttered, "Forgiven"
"Friends?" Caspian looked at her again and smiled.
"Friends" Susan smiled back at him – forgetting about the missing tooth that is, until King Peter pointed it out.
Haaai! :D Did you like it? :D I hope I caught both of Susan and Caspian's personalities well! Review please, I appreciate it a lot! =) Also you can send in prompts and ideas, just as long as it's related with my story, A Thousand Years.