Hi, yes I know not as many people look at un-completed stories

Hi, yes I know not as many people look at un-completed stories. But I'm still going. Have faith in me… P.S. I only think up the name of a chapter after it's written. So you won't see chapter names on the actually story.

Oh to answer some questions- No I'm not bringing Lucy and Edmund into this story, as much as I love them, they both have another book to themselves. Not enough of Peter and Susan is told in my eyes.

And I chose to put Peter and Susan back into Narnia because 1) they're my favorite characters along with Caspian and 2) because I was originally just going to have Susan come back, but then decided she needed someone to bounce off from in conversation and what not. Plus it'll probably create some funny scenarios. evil laugh

So yes, I think that's everything. Now back to the story.

Disclaimer--I don't own Narnia and any of its characters.

Susan's Story

Part 2

The Next Morning

Morning sunlight filtered in through the open windows. Susan slept along her side toward the outside of the room; the blue covers up to her shoulders. These chambers were set up much like Caspian's without the extravagance of his rooms. The only difference being the adjoining door to Peter's room on the far side of hers.

Slowly Susan stirred. She didn't open her eyes for the time being; enjoying the dream she had had last night. Going back to Narnia and seeing Caspian had been wonderful, but now it was time to return back to reality. Then Susan thought for a moment. Where were the morning bells? The only sound she heard was the wind passing the window and birds chirping outside.

Susan's eyes flickered, getting used to the bright sunlight. Suddenly she felt a pair of warm lips touch her forehead. "Good morning, my Queen." The lips whispered in her ear.

Susan whipped around toward the voice. The sheets twisted around her as he came into her vision. The same warmth of last night filled her again at the sight of him. Just seeing him now felt as if she had been holding her breath all night and then he had arrived; her breath of fresh air. "Caspian!" she didn't know whether to be angry at his intrusion or elated because he wasn't a dream. Fortunately, for him, he was wearing dark green and white, his best colors which made him too handsome to be mad at. She smiled at him. "You scared me half to death."

Caspian knew he was forgiven for he could see it in her laughing eyes. "I hope the half left can forgive me and join me for breakfast." He had indeed snuck into the room only a few minutes ago. Silently he had watched her for a few moments until she had begun to stir, sensing she might not wake immediately he decided an intervention was necessary. Caspian felt no guilt or embarrassment from it.

His puppy dog eyes were hard to resist. "Very well," Susan replied. "Give me a moment." She threw back the covers and hopped out of bed. Giving him one smile she left him to find a suitable dress in the wardrobe and change behind the screen. Caspian waited patiently and was rewarded when she came out from behind the screen in a deep blue dress that fell from the shoulders. She stepped out slowly, waiting for his reaction. Susan was pleased with what she saw. His eyes sparkled with infatuation.

"You are beautiful." He said taking her hand and kissing her knuckles. He lowered her hand, but didn't let go. He looked to her as if asking if this was alright. Caspian wanted to give Susan as much time to think over this, but at the same time he couldn't hide his feeling for her. This was still new to him, dreaming of her only did so much to prepare him for the responsibility of their relationship.

Susan blushed and smiled back at him, accepting the gesture. "You don't look half bad yourself."

They both made their way toward the dining hall, still holding hands. Peter looked up from his meal and nodded in greeting; the polite thing to do considering his mouth was full. Caspian pulled out the chair that was to the right of the head of the table for Susan. She sat down gracefully, thanking him for his politeness. Peter sat on Caspian's left. "Everything is delicious." Peter said with delight. His eyes scanned the room and he looked back to Susan. She could pick up the slight worry in his eyes.

They both knew something was coming; it was even more frightening not knowing what it was.

She caught Caspian staring at her. She blushed and smiled back at him. For now though it would seem as if they could enjoy themselves.

The rest of the day was spent wandering the grounds and learning what had happened while they were gone. Both Susan and Peter were glad to see Narnians as well as Telmarines working in the castle. Caspian admitted that there were many arguments to this adjustment, but time was smoothing them out.

Little girls started to flock around Susan looking at her with awe. The brave few tugged at her sleeve and asked her if she would sit with them and tell stories. Laughing at their antics, Susan complied and sat on a nearby fountain. Soon enough she was surrounded by a group of small children telling them the story of how she and her siblings had defeated the evil White Witch. Susan grinned with happiness at the Telmarine children easily sat next to a centaur-foal, or a child-minotaur.

"Tell us about Aslan!" a little boy demanded while pulling on Susan's skirt.

Susan smiled at him. Such innocent and hopeful eyes She thought. Susan remembered a time when she was like that. Thinking back it had been a long, long time ago. Before the war when she would go out and play with her brothers and sister, never thinking a bomb might hit them or Narnia needed them. She smiled at the thought of when they had gone to the movies to see Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs or when Lucy held up the nickel to show what she got from the Tooth Fairy.

She shook herself from her thoughts and smiled. "Well, Aslan is very mysterious. I think he likes being that way." She gave a small laugh. "At first he seems scary." She held up her hands like claws and made a goofy 'grr' face.

The children laughed at her silliness.

"But then he speaks in his deep, voice and all you want to do is listen to him and rub your face in his mane. He's kind and courageous and always fair. He helped us when we needed him." Her face grew solemn then. "But I also think he's lonely a lot of the time. He always had this far off look in his eyes."

"Was Aslan sad?" a faun-girl asked.

"I always thought so." She paused looking at the expressions of sadness in front of her. She quickly tried to erase them. "But Aslan would never want you to be sad for him. He only wants you to be happy." She balked at what she had said. Did she really mean that? Aslan had taken so much away from her. She looked up at Caspian and Peter who were watching her. Caspian caught her eye and grinned. But then again he had also given her so much.

Susan went on to continue the story of the White Witch. She started with they had first started practicing sword play and archery.

Peter and Caspian leaned against a nearby building, silently watching Susan with the Telmarine and Narnian children. Caspian couldn't take his eyes off Susan. Surrounded by the children, she finally seemed relaxed and was smiling more than she had the whole month she had been there during the Narnian Revolution. It warmed his heart to see her smiling so much. Caspian knew that life for her had been hard. He couldn't imagine the world they lived in, but from the picture they painted, it seemed a horrible and hateful place. Now that she was here again all he wanted to do was hold her every second of the day, never let anything hurt her again. He scoffed. Like Susan would ever allow that.

Another thought crept into his mind as Susan smiled down at the little ones in front of her. What if one of them could be their child someday? Caspian could see his son sitting in Susan's lap as she ready him a story or a daughter running toward him showing off a new dress.

Peter saw the hopeful gleam in Caspian's eyes. And chuckled, the poor sap was imagining a family already. If Peter knew Susan, those thoughts were at the very farthest reaches of her thoughts. At least the last time he checked they were. That was before they had arrived back in Narnia. He turned back to watch Susan.

"Wha appened afterward?" one girl asked shyly.

"We were crowned Kings and Queens over Narnia and ruled for many years." Susan answered.

"But then how'd you get here? Why aren't you there?"

Now Susan's smile started to fade. "Well, Aslan," as she mentioned him the little ones smiled "felt we weren't needed in Narnia anymore. So we went away for a long, long time; till," she picked up the little girl and held her in her lap. "Till Narnia needed us again." Looking at these smiling faces she was reminded of the reason why Aslan had taken them away. Narnia had indeed needed them for the Narnian Revolution. Now with Caspian on the throne, the land and people could live in harmony. Susan was glad she was a part of something that made a difference in these children's lives.

An older boy raised his hand. "Does that mean Narnia is in danger again?"

Susan looked down then back at him. The same idea had already been slipping into her mind as well. "I hope not, I would never wish any ill will on any of Narnia. Besides, I think this time King Peter and I needed Narnia, more than Narnia needed us."

Suddenly a hand came upon her shoulder and she looked up to see Caspian standing next to her. "I very much doubt that." He smiled.

The little girls giggled at Caspian's show of affection while the boys made faces. Unsure of how to react, Susan just laid her head onto his hand for a second closing her eyes in the moment, then looking back at him. Looking into his eyes, this had been the right choice. They sparkled with affection.

Susan sighed as she lay awake on her bed, thinking of the day and tomorrow. It seemed her thoughts would never settle down. What with thinking of Lucy and Edmund, Aslan, Narnia, the children's questions and of course Caspian. Her feelings for him were so strange and new. She was attracted to him; that much was obvious to her. She found him courageous, sweet and caring, even if he was also stubborn and a little overprotective. She smiled to herself, but she loved that about him. Did that mean she was in love with him? She widened her eyes at this thought.

She had often read that love was when you accepted someone for the good and bad. Could that mean she had indeed fallen for the King of Narnia. She thought about the way he smiled at her, the way he would sometimes get this serious look on his face when he was worried about Narnia, which was half the time. She laughed. Slowly she sank into sleep thinking of Caspian and the way he would fix his hair when he thought no one was looking.

The next morning Susan awoke with another smile. It seemed it was all she could do now. All her senses were alive as she looked around the room, reminding her that she was no longer in London. No morning bells awoke her, the sheets against her skin were smoother than Egyptian cotton and the air coming in through the open window was as fresh as the country. Narnia was still here and welcoming her back with sunshine. She couldn't help but laugh with pure unadulterated joy. Feeling so high she could lift up and never touch down she jumped out of bed and danced around the room eyes closed. Twirling faster and faster until she was dizzy from the motion. She came to a stop, opened her eyes and….jumped in surprise. Someone was standing right in front of her. She looked up.

Caspian stood there in the doorway leaning against the frame with his arms crossed over his chest and a huge grin on his face. It appeared he had been there for sometime. He looked down into her eyes. "Good morning, my Queen."

She blushed a deep red and moved a few feet back. Caspian frowned at this, but stood still, giving her space.

Her feelings for him were still new to her and having him so close was a little overwhelming. Not to mention he had just witnessed an embarrassingly unguarded moment for her. Not knowing what to say she went with her first instinct. "You could have knocked you know!" She glared at him waiting for the laughter. In her knowledge of men, they always laughed at women's weaknesses. Peter, Edmund and even her classmates in London would surely have teased her after witnessing such a show. "Well go ahead, laugh!" she crossed her arms and looked away.

Her statement had caught him off guard. He looked away with a hurt expression. She was expecting him to mock her and make fun of her moment of joy. It wounded him that she would think he would behave that way, like a child. If anything he found her dance refreshing and heart lifting. Seeing the one you loved happy was the most beautiful thing in the world and it gave him joy. He opened his mouth to defend himself but stopped, knowing it would do nothing. Looking away from her, he said softly "You slept through breakfast, but I asked the cook to save you something. I assigned Clara to be your lady in waiting. If you have any requests, just tell her." With that, he quickly backed out the door and walked down the hallway.

Susan instantly regretted her action. Caspian had proved many times over that he wasn't like any man she had ever met, yet she continued to treat him like the boys back home. She slowly walked over to a desk in the room and sat down; trying to think of a way to make it up to him.

Soft footsteps entered the room and Susan looked over to see a woman of 21 standing before her wearing a red bodice over a loose white dress and shawl. Susan assumed this must be Clara. Her black hair was held back in a tight braid that fell to her mid back. Her face was warm and innocent. In many ways she reminded Susan of Lucy.

Clara curtsied. "Good morning you're highness. Would you like your breakfast now?" she smiled in optimism awaiting Susan's answer.

Contrary to her mood, Susan's stomach rumbled from hunger. "Yes, thank you Clara. And please call me Susan when it's just us." She looked away and rested her forehead on her hand that was propped up by her elbow in the desk. Her thoughts quickly drifted.

Clara widened her eyes at the request but stayed silent. None of the other visiting royalty had even acknowledged her, much less told her to call them by first name. But from her knowledge of King Peter and Queen Susan, they were not your normal royals. "Yes, …..Susan." her speech wavered a little.

Susan was drawn from her thoughts at the answer and smiled at her in encouragement.

Clara smiled as well before going to get the tray that was waiting outside. She brought in a tray of toast and eggs along with a glass of orange juice. "I hope it's to your liking. His highness picked it out himself."

Susan blushed at the thought. And Clara didn't miss the action. "Pardon me…..Susan……. if I'm so informal, but I happened to overhear the conversation earlier." She looked down at the floor with a smile, hoping she wasn't prying.

Susan looked away, embarrassed. She had forgotten how hard it was to get some privacy when you were royalty. "Yes."

"Well, the King is a man of few words; in the small amount of time I've served him that is." She rushed. "And he has trouble expressing himself, but it seems he cares for you very much. I hope you can work things out." With that she curtsied again and walked toward the door.

Just then Susan had an idea. "Wait, Clara!" she stood holding her arm out.

The young woman turned around waiting for Susan to continue.

"Could you help me with something?" Susan asked with a mischievous grin.

Caspian walked through the garden path in confusion. Clara had run to him earlier saying that one of his council men wished to see him in the gardens right away. She had been very vague on the exact identity of his advisor and even looked to be too happy at delivering the message. He cautiously walked into the heart of the gardens and widened his eyes at the sight before him. The area of stone was positioned in the center of the garden, shaped like a circle and had one small bench set in the center where a person could quietly sit with his or her thoughts. Small lanterns were placed around the perimeter of the area giving off a romantic setting during nighttime.

Susan sat alone on the bench facing away from him, looking exactly as she had when she had left Narnia. Her hair draped down her back in dark brown ringlets that contrasted the light blue dress she wore with white puffy sleeves. For a moment a shot of fear ran through him. Did this mean she was leaving him again? Then he thought about that morning and frowned. His thoughts whirled as to what this meeting was about. There was obviously no advisor waiting for him. Slowly he walked up so he was standing beside her without looking at her. "You sent for me?"

Susan stood up at his presence. "Caspian," she paused, unsure what to say. Apologies were always hard to say right. At least she had him alone. She gave a small eye roll. At least as alone as you could get with servants and who knew who else could be walking by. She looked back at Caspian who was still looking away. "I'm sorry Caspian."

He finally turned his head to look at her, still frowning. Susan could see this wasn't going to be an easy

Susan's eyes softened. "I'm sorry I hurt you. It's just I'm……not used to people seeing me like that." She said uneasily; twining her fingers together in nervousness.

The side of Caspian's mouth twitched up in an almost smile.

"It was………embarrassing and I thought you'd laugh at me for being so idiotic." She looked down to the stone at her feet. Thinking that this wasn't exactly the way she wanted to go. "I know I shouldn't have yelled at you…and I'm sorry for being skittish, it's just strange being here with you again. Back in London I was almost used to the idea of living my life without you….I didn't like it, but I was forcing myself to accept it. And now finally having you right in front of me," She wrapped her arms around his right arm and leaned her forehead against him. "It's...overwhelming."

"You find me overwhelming?" he asked with a chuckle. He had already forgiven her.

Susan stepped away. "See! You're laughing at me, when I'm trying to be open with you!"

Suddenly Caspian's arms wrapped around her in a comforting hug; which for the moment she did not reciprocate. "Oh Susan, you should never be afraid to show me any side of you, whether it be sad, courageous or just plain absurd. I will love every part of you. I would never make fun of you…..unless you really needed it." He laughed.

Smiling, Susan hugged him back. "I suppose that's fair." She reasoned before laying her head against his chest and closing her eyes. The world always fell away when she was in his arms. Something about the warmth of his strong embrace was just perfect to her; the way she could feel his breath on her neck and the beat of his heart. She sighed in perfect happiness.

For this night they could be just Susan and Caspian. Reality could wait until tomorrow. They sat on the bench well into the night talking and even just having moments of peaceful silence in each others arms staring out into the stars and only thinking of how beautiful they shined upon them.

End of Chap 2

Anyway if the morning scene between Caspian and Susan sickened you, I'm sorry but this is a new relationship to them. They're both kind of awkward around the other. A little more time spent around each other should clear that up. Please review and critique nicely. For those who don't know how to do that, you say something nice, then 'but' continuing then with the critique. much love!