Peter took Susan's arm and asked her if she was ready.

"Yes," she replied, sighing.
She knew he wouldn't want to say anything—anything that could possibly ruin the wedding for her. Peter was noble, he always was. And she knew she was hurting him. Even if Susan really didn't want to think about it, she couldn't help herself and wondered how things had ended up like this.
There was a point and time where Susan called Peter her Magnificent, High King. And Peter called Susan his Gentle Queen. Now, all of that… it was all gone. Ever since that, things between the two siblings had been worse than ever. There was rarely a time where they ever spent quality time together now.

Slipping her arm into his, she sucked in another breath before the doors flew open. Behind them were faces with smiles on them, along with stares that she was soon buried in. Grabbing a handful of the white, wedding dress, she walked down the aisle, beside her eldest brother.

And as much as she wanted to push away the memories that continued to resurface, it seemed too hard to. With every step she took, the memories grew stronger.
Looking at the people around her, she seemed to only see the face of the Narnians that had been there on their wedding day. Smiling back, she tried to shrug it off. But when she averted her gaze to her future husband, standing and waiting for her, instead, she saw the face of someone else. She saw his face. Peter's. And this nearly startled her. Gulping, she blinked her eyes to see that the image of Peter's vanished. Instead, it was just Caspian. Sighing quietly to herself, she smiled as she approached him. And when Caspian took her arm, Peter let go of her.

His hands gripped hers, holding them in place, as Professor Cornelius began the ceremony. What seemed like an eternity, the ceremony finally ended when both rings were around the bride and groom's fingers, and the vows had been spoken aloud for everyone to hear. Susan smiled a bit as Caspian leaned in, kissing her own the lips. After he pulled away, everyone who had witnessed the wedding stood up, applauding.

Queen Susan of Telmar. That was what the crowd cheered. They chanted, shouting those words over and over again… But it wasn't right.
No, no, she was Queen Susan, the Gentle, of Narnia.
They had it all wrong! Subconsciously, her lips pulled into a smile. These were her people now, too, she couldn't let them see her unhappy. Would Susan really have to leave her original title? Did she have to leave it behind? Over and over again… Long live Queen Susan of Telmar! Her mind began to play tricks on her. She wasn't hearing the Telmarines anymore. Instead, she heard something else…

"Long live High King Peter! Long live Queen Susan! Long live King Edmund! Long live Queen Lucy!" She could hear the oh, so familiar voices of Mr. and Mrs. Beaver… of Mr. Tumnus, of the Narnians. She was having a small flash back. And instead of being inside the Telmarine castle, she was in Cair Paravel, in the throne room. But something soon killed that memory of hers. A set of lips that she'd tasted before. But with a twist. Firewater—Peter had been drinking. Why would he do such a thing? Wait… why did Susan ask herself that? She knew why.

When Peter pulled his lips away, Susan grimaced. Why was he doing this? Why was he doing this to her? There were words on the tip of her tongue, but she couldn't make them out. Instead, she glanced over at Caspian. He seemed angry. Well, of course he would be.