Chapter two, at your service! Hope you'll like it!

"You can't be serious!" I screamed. I yanked the letter out of Peter's hand and read it, ten times in a row.

Dear Kings and Queens.

You all know that Queen Susan and High King Peter couldn't come back to the magical Narnia. I hereby break that rule.

This noon 12 o'clock, at the church on the square. No need of bringing personal clothing.

We'll be waiting for you.

Aslan

"You guys, this is awesome! You know we can actually get back there! Seeing Aslan again, and Trumpkin, and, and…"

"Caspian?" Edmund helped. I looked at him.

"Yeah, him too." I pretended to be cool about it, but deep inside I was boiling from excitement. I was going to see Caspian again!

"Don't you 'yeah, him too' us, Su. You kissed him!" Peter laughed. I shot him an angry look.

"I know. But, it's only two years ago for us, but maybe thirty for him! I'm sure he has a wife already."

"After you kissed him? Doubt it," Lucy said. "I mean, come on! Did you see his expression when Peter said you couldn't return? Fortunately there are no busses in Narnia, because I'm pretty sure he would've thrown himself under one!" We burst out laughing.

"Well, come on. We have to prepare ourselves. We only have three hours," Edmund said. So we did. We went home, showered, got redressed and made it to the square.

Once we made it to the square, something caught my eye. "That's odd. There's no one here," I said. And it was true; no one was on the square. No one in the shops, streets or stoops. We were all alone.

"It looks like magic to me," Lucy said.

"Maybe. There's no doubt that Aslan has his ways to do this," Peter discoursed. "But – "

"If the magic is done here, that means that… They're here already!" Ed said.

"Right you are, Your Majesty," we heard from behind us. I recognized that voice immediately.

"Caspian!" Lucy yelled. She ran too him and jumped right into his arms. He hugged her very tightly, burying his face in her hair. He swung her around, and she giggled. If Lucy would be any older, I would be jealous. But it was obvious that they saw each other as brother and sister.

He released her and hugged Peter and Edmund.

"Hello brothers," I heard him mutter. "It's been a long time."

"Too long," Peter said grinning.

"You've grown," Caspian said to Edmund.

"Of course I am," he said. "And you too, by the way." He was right. Caspian was taller than the last time I saw him, but also wider. He wasn't fat, if you'd think that. No, he was muscular. He had grown from the boy he was two years ago, into a man.

"Hi," I whispered.

"Hi." The others turned and pretended that the church was very interesting.

"You know that that pigeon is the oldest in town?" I heard Lucy say. "Its name is Gilbert."

Caspian walked towards me. My heart missed a couple of beats when he ruffled his hair with his hand.

"So…" he began, "long time no see."

"Indeed." The poor man couldn't do very much with that answer. "How's Narnia?"

"Boring. But also fascinating. We've studied Cair Paravel. It's amazing how it is built. We're planning on building it again with the help off the Narnians."

"Then how come it is boring?" I asked. My fingers itched to touch his hair.

"There aren't two amazing Kings and two gorgeous Queens there to have fun with." I blushed at the compliment. What was I supposed to say now? Wait… He said two gorgeous Queens. I could make a comment about Lucy.

"She is pretty, isn't she?" I said, referring to my little sister who was naming all the pigeons. I heard her say Sam, Rena, Janie, Neville and Harry. Quite amusing, I must say.

"She is. Just like you," he said softly while taking my hand. He pinched my thumb slightly and I shivered.

"You know… She just got dumped by her idiotic boyfriend."

"What?" I felt how his brother instincts took the upper hand. "How stupid can you be? Where is that lunatic?"

"Probably frozen in his house, or whatever you did to the other people."

"Right. Speaking about them, it's time to go. They can wake up every moment," he said, dragging me along with him when he walked towards my family.

"Guys. We need to go," Caspian told them. They nodded, looking from Caspian to me and back. I saw how Peter looked at our tangled hands. He swallowed.

"Yeah, let's go," he said.

Caspian took us to the tree that stood in the middle of the square. First we didn't know what he meant, but then we saw how he pulled out a little, iron thing and clicked it open. He dripped one little drop of green liquid on the tree and there was formed a door.

"That's from Jadis, the White Witch. She used it when we first met to play me," Edmund whispered awe-struck. Caspian nodded.

"Very good, young King. Aslan gave it to me. Now if you would want to follow me…" He opened the door and stepped through it. Peter didn't waste any time and grabbed Lucy's hand, dragging her along with him. Edmund followed them and I closed the door behind me when I got through it. We found ourselves on the place where Caspian and I had said goodbye two years ago. Where we kissed and –

"Susan?" Lucy called. "We need to go." They were already at the gate.

"I'm coming!" I ran of the little staircase and reached them. "Where are we going?" I asked Caspian.

"We're going to my castle. There you'll get your rooms."

"Rooms?" Peter asked. "How long are we staying here?"

"Two weeks," Caspian answered, looking at me.

"Why? I thought it was just for dinner," Ed said.

"Indeed. But I guess Aslan didn't say it was a cover for a secret meeting?"

"No," Lucy said. "We didn't know."

"What's wrong? Did someone die?" I said, not very optimistic.

Caspian laughed. "No, Su. No one died. But there are some… issues."

"Issues?" Peter repeated. "That's it? No more?"

"Sorry, Pete. Top secret." We had reached the castle. "We'll go to my room first. I need to show you something." Our companion did what Caspian told us and we followed him through dark corridors, dusty staircases and empty spare rooms.

Finally, after what seemed like – at least – an age, Caspian stopped. We stood in front of a gigantic, wooden door. The corridor was brightly lit, because there were several big windows.

Caspian pulled out a golden key and opened the door. "Come in," he said.

Edmund went in first. We heard laughing.

"What the - ," Peter began, but Ed's voice interrupted him.

"Guys, you really want to see this!" he yelled. Curiosity got the better of me and I walked in the room.

There stood a gigantic table with three Narnians sitting at it. At the right side there was Caspian and Trumpkin, but at the right-side… Oh dear God, at the right-side sat Aslan.

"Welcome, children," Aslan said. "I'm glad you've come."

"Of course, Aslan," Lucy said. Presumably Peter and her came in right behind me. "I'm glad we're back, but – if I may ask – what is the real cause we're here?"

Aslan laughed softly. "Dear little Queen Lucy, there's time enough in the next couple of weeks. Now I suggest you go redress. King Caspian will show you the way." Caspian nodded once and stood up again.

"But before you go," the Lion said, "please take your gifts with you."

"Gifts?" Peter asked. "You've kept them all these years?"

"All these years?" Caspian asked. "Peter, you've only been gone for six years."

"Really? In our world it only counts as two, and we thought that the time in Narnia passed whole different. Unbelievable that it's only been six years for you."

"Indeed. But let's not break our heads on that," Caspian said, walking to a cupboard that stood under a window. I had a wonderful view from here – not Caspian, if you're thinking of that – but the endless green fields, with locally a red, blue, yellow, white or orange flower. Right in the middle was a lake. In the water, at its deepest point, stood a statue. Four to be exact. The first one was for Peter, the second for Edmund, me and Lucy. I noticed that they weren't statues from when we were grown-ups, but from when we were children. They had all those history books, images, and statues that were built in the Golden Age, but still… They wanted to remember us like they had known us.

"Susan?" I heard. I woke up from my daydream and I took my bow and arrows that Caspian handed to me.

"Thanks," I heard myself mutter. Peter got his sword, Lucy her little bottle and dagger. Edmund accepted his shield and together we left the room.

"You're here for the dinner," Caspian said suddenly.

"Yeah," Lucy said.

"You have to know that it won't be an ordinary meal. It's going to be a feast. You have to dress very nicely and bring a date. And before you ask; no, it can't be anyone from your family. So, Susan, you can't go with Lucy."

"Great," Lucy sighed. "Who am I going to bring now?"

"Don't worry, Lu, we'll find someone," I said.

"I think I know someone," Caspian muttered. "Alex. He's fifteen, so one year older than you. He works in the kitchen, because he's the son of the cook. He's a very nice kid, not too ugly, too." He winked at her. "I could manage a meeting between you two. I'm sure you'll like him."

"You're the best, you know that?" Lucy said and she hugged him.

"I don't think that's a good idea, Lu. Maybe it's better when you stay in your room during the feast," Peter said. Obviously he didn't like it when his youngest sister dated.

"What? Come on, Peter. Please! It's not because you don't have a girlfriend, that I'm going to live my life in boredom and loneliness!" she yelled at him.

"Lu, you know that relationships on your age end with tears and broken hearts!"

"Relationships?" she repeated. "Pete, he'll only be my date for the feast. If he wants to. And still, I guess we'll just stay friends, if we ever become friends!" With those words, she looked at Caspian.

"So, Cas, where is my room?"

"Right behind you."

"Thanks. Now, I'll see you all downstairs in half an hour." She opened the door, walked in and slammed it shut. I heard a soft click and I knew she locked it.

"You may be High King of Narnia, Peter Pevensie, but you have no sense of girls," I said, looking angrily at him. After asking Caspian where my room was, I left the three boys alone in the hallway.

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