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After being left alone for the night, the Anubis kids have the strangest night ever and they don't remember a thing. Will they be able to figure out what happened? Who did it? What will happen as a result? Rated M for.. well, you'll see.

Het Huis Anubis/House of Anubis - Rated: M - English - Mystery/Romance - Chapters: 16 - Words: 18,044 - Reviews: 19 - Updated: 5-29-12 - Published: 4-7-12 - Fabian R. & Nina M.

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Aslan sends a special messenger to bring The Pevensies, Jill, Eustace, Digory and Polly back to Narnia. Camile, who has a great respect for her people starts to have feelings towards a Pevensie. Will she be able to finish her task? Or would she be distracted by this feelings?

Chronicles of Narnia - Rated: K - English - Fantasy/Romance - Chapters: 3 - Words: 8,375 - Reviews: 1 - Published: 6-7-12 - Complete

It looks very interesting, hmm? READ! Thanks to ravenclaw1991, jn208505, GEML, and melodyaku for reviewing my first chapter! It means a lot to me!

OK, well this chapter is just cushion for what's to come. I plan to have Susan meet Rabadash in Tashbaan… we all know that Rabadash has a thing for Susan and wants to marry her. And we all know Caspian does too. So if he finds out, Caspian will have a fit and want to come and rescue her. Know what I mean?

And I've been scolded about my "Americanisms", so I have to think like a Brit and talk like one too.

Disclaimer: I do not own The Chronicles of Narnia—C.S. Lewis does, and he takes full credit.

So, wasting no more time…

Here is chapter two.

He knocked on Susan's door quietly. He didn't know if she was awake or not, but he hoped she was. He watched as the tiny brass door turned slowly and revealed his queen. "By Jove, Caspian! It must be midnight already, and you're coming to me." He took her soft dimpled hand in his calloused one and kissed it gingerly.

"I know my Queen, but I simply must show you something. I was invited, but they love visitors." He took a good look at her condition and smiled widely. Not much clothing under that thin sheet of blue fabric, her curls tousled and messy. "Who are 'they'? Why, you've come at such an ungodly hour and I just don't think that I—"

"Just get dressed, my Queen. It is another surprise, and I know you had loved the last surprise I gave you." She nodded sheepishly, giving into him. Caspian waited outside of the doorway for her while she dressed. He tapped his knuckles anxiously on the stone wall behind him. On the other side of the door, Susan shrugged on a short blue dress that reached her knees. Susan loved blue.

It matched her eyes perfectly, and everyone seemed to compliment her when she wore the pleasant color. She tied a brown belt around her middle and pulled on her brown lace-up boots. She twisted a blue ribbon into her blackish-brown locks and smiled.

She opened the door to Caspian, who stood there, ready to leave. "You never told me who or where we'd be going." Susan pointed out to him. "You'll like it, my Queen. I promise." She looked to the marble floors, a blush painting her freckled cheeks.

The two crept out of the castle, silent with slumber. The younger girl held the older boy's hand as they ran across the mossy lawn. The icy air bit at her exposed flesh, and Susan instantly regretted not wearing her sweater dress. "Shall we walk?" She asked.

"No, no. We're taking the fastest transportation in all of Beaversdam."

"A tiger?"

"No, faster than a tiger." She looked on, into the thicket of trees. "Well. Where is it?" She looked to him, as he entered the stables.

Returning with Destrier, Susan realized why he was so confident in this 'transportation'. His hands held her tiny waist firmly as he held her up so she could mount the chestnut horse. She hated the feeling of his clever hands on her robust frame. It made the young Queen feel terribly uncomfortable.

Caspian mounted the horse also, sliding his body in front of hers so he could steer. He reached back for her hands, (she reluctantly gave them) and wrapped them around his masculine shape. She had never been so close to anyone of the opposite sex before (other than Peter, Edmund, and Mr. Pevensie—they don't count.) and blushed madly.

Caspian dug his heels into the horse's soft belly and started him off at a slow trot. "Tell me Queen Susan, have you ever been to the Dancing Lawn?"

She shook her head behind him, even though he couldn't see her action. "I've never heard of such a place. I blame my lack of interest in exploring the forest and getting myself lost. Do you do it much?" The young King snorted at her snarky comment.

"Well, I've nothing better to do." They rode on in the forest, talking and getting to know each other better. Susan began to complain from the cold when she noticed firelight at the edge of the forest. "There it is,"

He jumped down from Destrier, then came back to help Susan down. She watched him tie the horse to a tree for a moment, but then converted her eyes to the party and laughs of many. And then doing something utterly rude, Susan went on without him. She did not want to wait.

She broke through the trees, interrupting the peoples' fun. But she soon found that they weren't people. They were Narnians, which she hadn't seen in what it seemed to be ages. Fauns and forest beasts, centaurs and dwarves. After a moment of silence, someone spoke up.

"My dear girl, are you lost?" She turned her head towards the kind voice, only to find n abnormally large badger approaching her—on its hind legs. "N-no, I came with—"

"Me, she came with me." Caspian said behind her, blushing madly with embarrassment. "Oh! My sincere apologies, my King Caspian. And who be this wonderful lady?" The badger said, gesturing to Susan. "Queen Susan the Gentle, I am. Pleased to meet you, kind badger."

The badger's beady black eyes widened in surprise. "Why I never! How you've grown, Queen Susan."

She tilted her head at the badger. Where had she seen this beast before? "Trufflehunter!" Sweeping the furry beast up in her arms, Susan planted kisses on his long snout. "Oh, Trufflehunter! It is such a pleasure to meet with you again!" More kisses along his snout, making the badger sneeze from the ticklish sensation.

"Yes—" Sneezing "Very pleased to meet you again, also. But alas, a reunion cannot last forever."

With a giggle, she placed the badger on the ground again. She looked around to the guests. Glenstorm and his sons, Mr. Tumnus' cousins, red and black dwarves like Nikabrik and Trumpkin (the D.L.F. as she referred to him as), and a small mouse named Reepicheep. "Reepicheep!"

The small mouse bowed to her with a smile. "Pleased to meet you again, also."

The dwarves started the music for a second time, this time more loudly and happily. "What brings you here, my King and Queen?" Reepicheep asked cheerily. Susan looked to Caspian for that explanation.

"I'm bringing Susan to her first Dancing Lawn gathering." He replied, allowing the small Narnian mouse to hop up on his outstretched hand. "Moths and marshwiggles!" Trumpkin cried out suddenly. "We'd best join in before the circle becomes too tight for even a mouse."

"Good grief, Trumpkin! Mice can fit into anything they desire—even if they have to fight their way in." Reepicheep gave his little sword a swipe in the air. "En Garde!"

Susan, Caspian, Trufflehunter, Reepicheep, and Trumpkin joined into the circle as a new set of notes began to play. She held hands with a faun and Caspian, as they pranced to the left, then to the right, and a quick pace forth. The dance repeated those steps, and then moved to another throng of movements. It was a short dance, but Susan already began to tire.

"I say Queen Susan, you certainly can keep up with the dance. It's called the Death of Winter." She looked at the young faun who stood before her. "My name is Dumnus, your majesty." She wondered where she heard that name before. Perhaps he was related to Lucy's beloved friend Mr. Tumnus. Susan asked Dumnus that question. "Why, yes I am! Tumnus was my second cousin. How did you guess?

Dumnus and Tumnus both sound alike, and you look alike. "No reason, Mr. Dumnus… you just look like him, that's all." She shot a small grin in her direction. "No one's ever told me I looked like Tumnus before. The whole family thinks I resemble cousin Fumnus more than anyone."

How many "umnuses" are there in this faun family? What would my name sound like faun-style? Sumnus. No, I think not. I suppose I shall leave Mr. Tumnus' family to rule the title. "Actually, now that I took a closer look, you look like cousin Humnus." She blushed at his flabbergasted expression and walked away quickly. "I've gotten that before too!" The faun cried after her.

She tried her hardest to muffle her laughter and prevent herself from acting rude in front of the kind Narnian beasts. She joined Caspian in the corner with a half-dwarf named Doctor Cornelius. "Welcome to the Dancing Lawn, Queen Susan. It is a pleasure to meet you." She shook hands with Doctor Cornelius.

"As a ritual on the Dancing Lawn, it is mandatory to have a pair dance in the middle of the circle." Caspian informed her. "And they've picked us." Oh, really now? What makes him so sure that we're a pair? Susan wanted badly to say that to him, but she felt as if it wasn't the time to be rude.

Dumnus announced the pair for the Dancing Lawn ritual, and the Narnian beasts pushed them to the middle of the circle. "I cannot dance—" Caspian put a finger over her lips to hush her. He circled Susan, who stood there without a clue what to do next. Suddenly, he sprang to action and pulled their bodies closely together. She inhaled sharply in shock. As he moved his hips against hers, she began to wonder if this was some sort of Telmarine-tango. His hand snaked around her slender waist as he moved her back a step, the snapped them both forward into a spin.

"Just follow my movements," Caspian whispered huskily, seeing the confusion in her deep blue eyes. "But I don't—" She was cut off as he dropped her back, but caught her waist with one hand. "Caspian!" She cried.

Caspian's eyes trailed from her navel to the top of her chest, which made her squirm uncomfortably.

She never knew that Caspian could dance this well and the way he looked at her was just disturbing. He looked at her like she was some kind of food he prepared to feast upon. "Baila conmigo, mi amor." Caspian mumbled in the elaborate Telmarine language, (SPANISH! If you don't know what it means, go on Google Translate :D) which Susan had no clue how to speak. "Voy a abrir el camino…yo no te dejare caer. Yo nunca te dejare."

Susan was surprised to find something wet on her exposed flesh as they danced. "It's raining," She murmured to him. The music began to slow as the first clap of thunder rang in their ears. "I will protect you, mi corazon." So low she could barely hear it.

The Narnians rushed to shelter as the midnight black sky lit up with great zigzags of lightning. She hated thunderstorms; as a little child, she'd sneak into Peter's room and sleep with him because she was so scared. And to this day she still does. But Peter's attitude about letting his little sister sleep next to him rapidly changed from "Can't you go to Edmund?" to "The bed's big enough for two."

"We'd best be heading back to the castle now." Susan said to him, as rain began to fall harder. "Peter ought to be worried by now."

Caspian took Susan back to Destrier, who was whinnying in discomfort. Apparently he didn't like the rain either. He helped her up onto the horse and they rode off together. "It was fun while it lasted," She smiled sheepishly. "I'm glad you enjoyed the mere hour we were here, my Queen."

She expected him to laugh, but he didn't. He almost looked disappointed over something he couldn't control. "I should take you someplace else. I woke you up to have a good time, and expected it to be more than an hour."

"No really, Caspian, I'm fine. I should be getting home now." A line of frustration appeared across his brow. "Maybe you'd like to go and see Trufflehunter's cave—" Caspian silenced once he felt Susan's fingertips trace over his cheek bone. "Really Caspian, tonight was amazing."

He slapped the reins on Destrier, making the horse run faster.

Susan crept into her room, careful not to make noise and wake the others. Caspian hugged her goodnight before creeping into his chambers next to hers. Susan dressed in her nightgown before lying down in the comfortable bed. As she pulled the covers up, she noticed a note sitting on her pillow. Queen Susan the Gentle it said on the back of the envelope.

She slipped the manuscript out and read:

Dearest Queen Susan the Gentle,

Greetings to you from Tashbaan, Calormen. My name is Prince Rabadash, and I am inviting you to spend a few nights in my castle. My royal subjects and I would like to show you gratitude and hospitality. If you agree to take this gift, come tomorrow. If you do not, we shall expect the worst. Either way Calormen should respect your decision.

Sincerely,

Prince Rabadash of Calormen

How kind of him to invite her over! She'd go tomorrow and make an appearance in Calormen for a few days. Surely none of her siblings would mind.