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"Your Highness? Your Highness, it is time to awaken."
Susan moaned, and rolled over. She knew why she had started the tradition, but sometimes it was a real pain to keep it. She opened up her chocolate brown eyes, and blinked rapidly, shielding her
eyes from the bright lamp. Her handmaiden, Halisha, was wearing a nightgown, and lightly shaking her shoulder. Susan sat up, and brushed the hair out of her face. Even though it had been over a
year since she had begun the tradition, she still did it every morning. It started about a week after her coronation. She had woken up very early one morning, and gone outside to her balcony to think.
It had been bitterly cold out, but every time that Susan considered going back inside, something pulled her back to the railing. An hour after she had gone out onto the balcony, she realized what she
had been waiting for. The sunrise. The orange rays slowly came out from their hiding place behind a large hill. When the first rays touched the land, Susan had gasped out loud. It was the most
singularly beautiful thing that she had ever seen in her life. Ever since, she had ordered her handmaidens to awaken her before the sun rose. Today was no exception. Susan slipped out from
underneath the covers, and Halisha slipped a woolen shawl around her shoulders. Susan nodded her thanks, and slipped her feet into the warm rabbit fur slippers. Halisha curtsied, and left the room.
Susan padded silently across the floor, and opened the stained glass doors to the balcony. She stepped into the warm morning air, and took a deep breath. The air in Narnia had always seemed to fill
her lungs more than the air in England had. She situated herself on the small wooden chair that was kept outside, and considered the rolling green hills that surrounded the Cair. Even know, over a
year after she had been crowned, she was fascinated with her new role. In England, she had been treated as a child, and, even though she still was one, in Narnia she was treated as an adult. She
was allowed to attend important meetings, and helped to make decisions. When she made an order, it was immediately carried out. People respected her, and nothing could have made her happier.
Her thoughts were cut short as the first rays of the sun peeked out from behind the hill. Every morning, Susan's breath was taken away. Nothing was more beautiful than the sun rising over the hill.
She sighed, and a smile flitted over her regularly serious features. For some reason, the sun had always made her appreciate more what she had been blessed with. Two overprotective brothers who
would battle to the death to keep her safe, a little sister who was so full of joy that she could light up the dark side of the moon. A kingdom that loved her and her family, adoring subjects. Queen
Susan had the perfect life. But, at the same time, there was always a tiny voice in the back of her had wondering what her life would have been like if she hadn t stepped through that wardrobe with
her siblings. Sometimes, even though she loved her position, Susan just wanted a day off from her duties. She wanted to get drunk, fall in love for no particular reason, go on an adventure, do
something. Then she remembered. If she gave up her life here, would she truly be happier? In England she was a mere child. In Narnia she was a well-respected Queen. And sure, in Narnia, you could
get drunk and have a good time. But was one night of forgetting herself worth losing the respectable image that she had built up for herself and her family? Susan was a queen now, and queens did
not go out and party. No. She would never. As the last rays came up over the hill, Susan headed back inside. She opened her wardrobe, found a perfectly respectable blue gown, brushed out her long
hair and tied it into a bun, and walked out of her room. The guards outside her door bowed low, and Susan curtsied politely back. She walked down the winding staircase into the dining hall, with
Halisha following her, listing the appearances that Susan had to show up to that day, and the duties that she would have to perform. Susan simply nodded, clarified a few points, and headed in to
breakfast. Peter, Edmund, and Lucy had already started. They looked up from their conversation, smiling at her. Susan smiled back, and joined her family for breakfast. Because on tat balcony, she had
made herself a promise. He family, her duties, her country, would come first. Never the next thirty years that the Pevensies reigned in Narnia, Queen Susan was known for one thing. Being
the most honest, selfless, caring, gentle, and respectable person that Narnia had seen in over one hundred years.
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