Can A Brother Not Love His Sister?

by The Writer

Disclaimer: I don't own Narnia. C.S. Lewis does.

Author's notes: In this fic, Aslan allows the Pevensies to stay, and Susan marries Caspian. But on her wedding day, she feels conflicted, still having feelings for Peter—feelings she thought would never resurface. And so starts a love affair. A forbidden love. An untold story. Hidden from us. If you don't like it, don't read it! Warning: PEVENCEST!!! No flames, please? Please read and review.

The heavenly taffeta and organza gown seemed to be tight, making every significant curve of her body sharper. Her hair, instead of being in a fancy do, was wavy and let down, covering her bare shoulders. The Gentle Queen stood frozen, allowing for the maids and whatnot to have their way with her appearance. It was quite obvious they wanted her to look her best for the wedding—Caspian and Susan's wedding. But the brief knock on the door caught her attention.

The maids had let him in, since he wasn't the groom. Edmund thanked the maids and walked past them, toward Susan. "You look beautiful, Su." The smile was evident in his voice, and was still etched on his lips even as he enveloped his eldest sister in an embrace. "Thanks, Ed. You look… very handsome," she laughed softly as he shifted a bit, fixing the collar of his shirt. "Really, Ed. You do!" She laughed again, tearing his hand away from the collar. He smiled again, taking his sister's hand as he led her over to sit on the edge of the bed that was inside the mattress.

"Are you ready?" She only nodded her head. "You're not nervous, are you?" She shook her head this time. "Of course you're not," Edmund chuckled, sighing. "After all, this isn't your first time." Susan eyes shot at him like arrows, narrowing. The intensity of the glare made Ed flinch. "Sorry, sorry! It's just…" he sighed again, shaking his head softly in addition. "You know what this must be doing to Peter…"

"I thought we agreed not to talk about that."

"I know. Sorry," he mumbled.

"It's alright."

"Do you love Caspian, Su?"

She didn't answer for a few moments. "Yes."

"C'mon, Su. We'd better go. Everyone is probably wondering where the bride is." He chuckled lightly, helping her up from the bed.

Side by side, the two walked down the stairs of the castle. When they reached the bottom, many of the workers stood in awe, staring at the Gentle Queen. She flushed, looking down, then proceeding with Edmund to where the wedding was to be held. When they arrived to the two closed doors, he turned around to face his elder sister. "Peter will be here soon, but I have to go inside." Susan only nodded her head, pulling him into a quick hug. He left with a smile on his face, closing the two doors behind him after entering the room.

Sighing inwardly, she shut her eyes for a brief moment, heaving in a large breath. If only Edmund hadn't mentioned Peter… she thought to herself, shutting her eyes tighter. Just then, a memory—one which she thought she had stored away in the back of her mind—seemed to resurface. It was their wedding. They were much younger, there were more Narnians rather than Telmarines… and Aslan was there. The smiles on everyone's face, they were bigger and brighter than the ones that were on the people's lips today. But the biggest and brightest smile seemed to be etched on Susan's lips. She was more than happy, she was in love, she was getting married to him. And a split second before her lips could brush against his, her eyes flashed open.

She almost gasped out loud at the memory. Why did it have to come to mind today, of all days? Turning her head to the side, she saw him—Peter—standing in the hall. Susan couldn't help it—the corners of her mouth pulled into a somewhat broken smile.