Disclaimer: I don't own Chronicles of Narnia whatsoever. It all goes to Sir C. S. Lewis

Autumn leaves were tinted in patterns of red, orange, and yellow as they glided smoothly along with the gentle zephyrs. Landing softly on the cobblestoned streets, young children soon gathered them up to be thrown in a large leaf pile. The bright sky seemed like a never-ending blanket of blue, and the large clouds acted as if they were sentries over the land of Narnia.

All across the land, everyone went about their daily business. Merchants sold their precious goods. Children played along joyfully in the safe forest. Squirrels chattered nonstop. Fauns cantered across the streets. And blacksmiths continued to forge new weapons for the army to use if the need arose. The day seemed like an ordinary one.

It was no different in the Telmarine castle either. Servants ran across the great halls. Centaurs guarded the gates. And noblemen walked here and there, discussing important matters. However, one person in particular seemed to be missing. King Caspian the Tenth was nowhere to be found. You would think the guards would be alarmed, yet they were anything but.

Recently, ever since a few days ago actually, the men of the castle have noticed the king's absence almost every morning. However, they would always find him re-entering the castle gates on his horse every day right before lunch. Servants knew better than to question the king about his personal business, however the noblemen went right ahead and asked him. Almost every time, though, he would answer that he was simply out in the town. When Caspian gave them a look not to push things any further, they dared not continue their questioning.

Rumors began spreading all throughout the castle as to where Caspian would disappear to. It's been almost a year since his voyage on the Dawn Treader, so some say that he might be returning to the docks to check on the ship itself. Others say that he is secretly meeting with the blue star, Liliandil. However, this one was the least believed because the star was never seen in the evening sky the night before. The rest, though, believed what the king said about him visiting the town. But however many rumors spread, no one really knew the full truth.

For those who believed the king, they were right to do so. Caspian, every morning on the break of dawn, would rise out of bed and immediately go to the stables to saddle his horse, Destrier, and together, they would canter off into the town.

Once he reached the village, Caspian used his cloak to cover his head. You would think that in doing this that he was on a sort of top secret mission. However, you'll be surprised where he would actually be going. Because in truth, Caspian was just going off to the village's library.

When the king, hidden and unknown, entered the cozy little building, he would always go straight to a specific category of books. Because there, he would find a young lady engrossed in three to four history books.

She never bothered to notice Caspian the first few days she was in the library. However, she decided not to bother him even after she realized he watched her. In fact, for some strange reason she felt comfortable under his gaze.

This young lady had long brown hair that seemed like silk to Caspian's eyes. Although sitting down, Caspian noticed that she was nearly as tall as him. For about the first four days, Caspian never really saw her face, not even spoken to her. However, yesterday, Caspian finally did see her face, and he couldn't believe his own eyes.

Entering the library, Caspian headed towards the same exact place he had gone to every morning for the past four days. As he walked briskly yet with soft strides, Caspian couldn't help but think of the person he would see. The young king smiled to himself, finally arriving towards the history section. He had made up his mind that today would be the day he would finally speak to her. However, when he turned to the aisle where he's always seen her, she wasn't there.

Caspian stood there slightly disappointed. Had he scared her off? Had she gone off to another village in Narnia? Was she sick? Questions like these slipped through Caspian's mind. Why? Not even he knew, but what he did know was that he seemed to have this caring bond towards the girl. He didn't even know why!

Possibly because her dark brown hair reminded Caspian so much of the person who held his heart. Susan the Gentle was how Narnia remembered her or even the Archer Queen, but to Caspian, he remembered her as Susan, the young and beautiful queen who captured his heart.

Sighing, Caspian turned around deciding to leave, however as he turned, someone bumped into him. Caught off in surprise, the young lady fell to the ground, dropping her books. Caspian, being the gentleman he is, immediately stooped down and helped gather her books.

"I'm sorry," the lady muttered quietly. Although barely, Caspian heard her, and he heard a sort of familiarity in her voice.

"No, no," Caspian said in his somewhat thick accent, shaking his head as he picked up another book, "This was solely my fault. I should be the one apologizing."

By this time, all seven books had been picked up. Slowly, Caspian handed her the books he gathered, but at the same time, they both looked up to see each other's faces. The moment he saw those orbs of curlean blue, those full pink lips, and rosy cheeks, Caspian's eyes widened in disbelief. He opened his mouth to speak and for a moment no voice came out, but once Caspian regained control over his mouth he asked her the one name he's been wanting to say for a long time.

"Susan?"

AN: Hey, everyone! Okay, so yeah, cliffy for the first chappie xD Was that a good idea? Or a bad one? xP But nonetheless, I hope you all enjoyed reading. This is my first FF so let the constructive critisism come! Honestly, I enjoy CC, it really does help me in my writing area. So yeah, review!