Caspian's POV
"Susan."
Her name was still on his lips. He could still taste her even though she was long gone back to England; back to where she had come from.
He had asked her to stay and be with him. In his head he could still envision the sweet fantasy of raising a family with her. Now that fantasy was dashed on the stones and there was no hope of that ship sailing ever again.
"Susan."
The soft matress that he was now lying on didn't help him to ease into sleep. Instead, he thought about having Susan in his arms once more. It had just felt so...right. He didn't know how else to explain it. Even though he was the king of Narnia and had everything he could ever want at his fingertips, he knew he would never be satisfied without Susan.
He understood how she wasn't comfortable staying in Narnia when her family was in England. He could see how she would miss them. They were all so close. How was he suppose to make her abandon them for someone that she just met?
He sat up in bed and looked at his wardrobe across the room from him.
"Someday Susan, I will see you again."
He knew that he was feeding himself lies. He had seen Aslan talking to both Susan and Peter. He knew that neither of them would ever be able to come back.
Caspian got up and walked over to the wardrobe. He placed his hand on the surface and held it there for a long time. He had no idea what he was doing. It was just too much to take in at the same time. He was now the King of Narnia and he had lost the love of his life.
As Caspian turned his back on the wardrobe and started to head back toward his bed, he heard a creaking sound behind him. He slowly turned around and saw that the wardrobe door had opened on its own. As he walked back to the wardrobe to shut the door, thinking the wind had blown it open, he heard Susan's voice from inside.
"Susan!" Caspain called out.
He immediately opened the wardrobe door a little bit wider, expecting to see her standing there. Instead, all he saw were his clothes. Sighing with discouragement, he started to close the door again when he heard Susan's voice once more.
This time Caspian threw the door of the wardrobe open and stepped a little ways into it. Maybe she was hiding behind his clothes, too shy to make her presence known.
As he stood inside the wardrobe, he heard Susan say, "Come on Lucy! We are going to miss the train!"
"Susan!" he called out, pushing aside some of his clothes and walking toward the back of the wardrobe where Susan's voice was coming from.
"Peter! Edmund! Stop fooling around! We can't afford to miss this train!"
Susan's voice got louder the farther that Caspian walked into his wardrobe. He never knew that his wardrobe was so large.
As Susan's voice became the loudest that it could be, it started to grow lighter in front of him. Just as he pushed aside the last of his clothes, he found himself stumbling into a crowd of people.
Startled, he looked around him. He was know standing in the midsts of a crowd of people. He was now in a train tunnel, the red and yellow tiles stretching up either side of the wall and meeting above his head. The people that he was standing amongst shot him strange glances at his chain mail shirt. He didn't mind. He thought their clothing was strange too and if he wasn't busy trying to locate Susan, he proabably would be giving them the same look.
Capsian looked wildly around and saw that a train was slowly stopping nearby. As soon as it stopped, people started to surge toward it. As Caspian watched the people get on, he noticed that Susan and her siblings were among them.
"Susan!" cried out Caspian, trying to push through the people and get to her before she boarded the train.
Susan couldn't hear him with all of the hubub the other people were causing. She got on the train with the rest of her siblings. Before Caspian could reach the train, it started to slowly move forward.
"No! Stop!" yelled Caspian.
He tried to catch up with the train, but he knew that he would not be able to.
As the train disappeared from sight, Caspian knew that he had to go after her. With a deep breath, he turned around and looked all around him with a mixture of fear and awe at what Susan called home.
