A/N: Hello my dear readers! I am back with another chapter from No Turning Back. Thank you guys so much for letting me reach over 170 viewers on the first two chapters! Quite more than any of the other stories! I've never had that happen before! Now if all of you could review, It would be a completely different story… LOL!

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters or the plot, blah, blah, blah!

Inspirations for the chapter:

-Teri Ore by Singh is Kinng (It's some kind of Hindi)

-Pevencest lovers: 'I waited for you' Peter and Susan version on YouTube. You got the video right if Bring Me to Life by Evanescence plays.

-Lispian fans (If there are any XD) The Voyage of the Dawn Treader: Caspian/Lilliandil on YouTube

-Drinking Pepsi by the pool **yummy**

-Watermelon gum and lemon flavored gummy worms

-Atonement Trailer: Suspian version on YouTube! Greatest movie trailer remake in movie history—LOL!

I need to download Windows Movie Maker… you can make awesome crap like that, lol. And did anyone else notice that Caspian lost his Spanish accent in The Voyage of the Dawn Treader? Spanish to British! :( That was very upsetting to me.

Ariel Belle: So sorry you found some things confusing. If I have time, I will most definitely add a back-story, but for now I am going to continue with the story. Hope you understand… I also greatly appreciate your support in reviewing my story. I like that you express your feelings in what I should do to make the story better. I could always use suggestions from experts. (:

Anon: Hey! I'm guessing that "Anon" is short for anonymous, is it not? :) Sorry you think that Caspian is trying too hard to win Susan over. I'll try to make Su more gutsy, and confident…and less clueless—if that's what you mean. I appreciate the review and your advice!

Chapter Three:

"Where, might I ask, are you going?" Peter asked, inspecting Susan's packed trunk of dresses. "To Calormen," Susan replied. "I'm meeting with Prince Rabadash and staying in his castle in Tashbaan." The fair-haired boy looked at her dumbly.

"You have clearly forgotten that Calormene people are the enemies." He countered arrogantly. "No, I've not." Susan retorted with the same amount of force. Zipping the trunk shut, she straightened the green hat on her head. "I just believe that this will clear out some of that unwanted fog between Narnia and Calormen." As Susan turned towards the door, Peter caught her by the arm and yanked her back to him. "It will do the exact opposite," He growled. "Everyone in Narnia knows of Prince Rabadash's eccentric obsession with you."

She huffed and wrenched herself from his grasp. "He shan't hurt me, Peter. No one would dare hurt me." Peter ran a hand through his golden mane. "Why? Because you're a queen? He's royalty too! And would I mention he's at least five feet taller than you and a nasty barbarian?"

Susan silenced, glancing towards the door. "My carriage is leaving at seven o' clock. Tell the others I said goodbye."

"And why can't you do that yourself?"

"Because Peter, I have I feeling they won't take it well as you did." Susan replied.

"Well, I didn't take it well." Peter snorted back.

"Exactly my point."

Susan's blue orbs gazed into his silvery blue ones, trying to see the tranquil island hidden at the rear of a raging storm. "I'll write you if you write me." Susan said softly, as the clock struck seven o' clock. "The carriage should be waiting for me at the veranda."

She picked up her trunk and started out the door; but stopped when she felt her emotions build up inside of her body.

She threw her arms around Peter, dropping her trunk and letting a single tear slip loose. "You act like I'm leaving forever," She said. Her brother lifted his arms and wrapped them tightly around her waist. "It'll seem like it." He replied, nuzzling his nose into her shoulder. "It's three days…maybe a week."

Pulling his face back so he could look at his sister, "If you need anything, anything at all, write me and I'll get back to you as soon as I can." She nodded back at him, and turned to the clock. "It's ten after seven, Pete. I have to leave." The door open, and then shut, and Peter was completely alone in her room.

After a few seconds in shock of her departure, that she was really gone, Peter opened the door and strode down the hallways. Muttering senseless things, cursing himself, groaning inwardly.

As he looked up, he slammed into a masculine shape, knocking himself to the ground. "What the-" It was Caspian, on the ground also, rubbing his forehead. "Sorry, I was just going to see Susan." He muttered, starting to stand up.

"Well, it's pointless because she's already left, you idiot." Peter spoke irritably.

"What do you mean 'she's already left'?" Caspian questioned, eyeing him warily.

"Oh," Peter said, flushing a shade of scarlet. He forgot that Caspian didn't know. "She went to Calormen to meet Prince Rabadash and stay in his castle for a few days…"

"You mean the bastard with the obsession with…Susan? And she…she went…" Putting puzzle pieces together, figuring out this situation…

"Damn!" He cried suddenly, rushing towards the door. Peter furrowed his eyebrows; Caspian wasn't the one to use cuss words. Caspian watched the carriage that held his Susan travel down the dirt road.

He let loose a cry of frustration and kicked the nearest end-table into the oblivion—well it was the oblivion to Caspian, considering the only thing he could see was a carriage stealing away his life, his one and only, his Susan.


The castle in Calormen was simply majestic. Much taller than the one in Beaversdam, and the great Cair Paravel itself. Rabadash stood at the terrace, a gleaming grin spread across his face. "Welcome to Tashbaan, my Queen." He said smoothly.

Prince Rabadash was not the most attractive man, she'd admit. She stepped out of the carriage and let Rabadash kiss her hand. She cringed at the feel of his nasty barbarian lips on her soft, pure white skin. "Thank you," She said softly, darting her eyes around to the breathtaking hills and valleys, the tall castles that scraped the skies, the odd attire of the Calormene people.

"Someone take her bags," Rabadash ordered one of his servants, who snatched the trunk from her grasp like some kind of hungry beast. But she yanked it right back from the servant, and told him, "I can carry my own things." She didn't, no wouldn't trust these people.

"Whatever you wish, my Queen." Rabadash said, looking on at her with a confused look.


Now dinner in Calormen was a whole different story. Susan couldn't believe how savagely these people acted when it came to eating. And the food wasn't even that spectacular, either. Susan reached for a plate of seasoned beef, but her hand was slapped away by someone else. How rude, she thought.

Getting the food on the plate was a struggle for her, considering that all of it was almost gone before she got a chance to sneak in while the others devoured their meats.

She picked up a plate of chicken smothered with honey barbeque sauce. Originally, she'd craved the chicken croquettes, but she couldn't get her hands on them fast enough. "Enjoying your day so far?" Rabadash asked her, mouth full of her chicken croquettes. "Hmm," She replied. "I suppose I am."

Now she was beginning to think that maybe this wasn't such a brilliant way to make peace after all.

"Wonderful. Tell me about life in Narnia. I've not made a visit there in ages." Susan replied to him, but never looked at him. A young servant, serving soup, distracted her. The servant made his way over to her and Rabadash. He had dark, raven hair with deep chocolate eyes. His skin was slightly pale with a tint of a tan.

He wore no turban and odd jewelry, which was a strange sight to see in Calormen. Everyone wore turbans—everyone. Even the servants.

His nose was not pointy like the Calormene people; it was like a button, and he was better built than most people in Calormen.

And then it all happened in a blur. The boy's foot was snagged under a small end-table. The bowl of steaming hot soup flew from his hands and splattered on the top Susan's new green frock. New.

She flinched as the burning hot food made contact with her skin. She gasped as it sizzled and burned. "Oh," Rabadash cried, shocked. Susan wiped the soup from her frock, disgusted that the barbarian people called Calormenes watched her wipe the burning liquid from her partly exposed chest. The culprit cringed.

"Carter, you idiot!" Rabadash screamed, standing up straight with every loud burst. The Prince strode over to the servant boy named Carter (of about 16 years old) to punish him. And he would've done so if Susan hadn't stopped him. "No, don't!" She yelled, waving her hands in the air. "It wasn't his fault. He tripped."

Both Carter and Rabadash looked at Susan with an astonished expression. The young servant reminded her of Edmund; she couldn't find herself to let the boy be punished by one of the cruelest. (Rabadash, yours truly.)

Rabadash pulled back his clenched fist that would've been the weapon and looked at Susan. "Even if he did, you are a Queen and he is a servant. Servants are punished. Haven't you learned anything about discipline in your 'other' world?"

She shook her head sharply.

"Discipline is not something we teach in England, Rabadash. We are not barbaric." She should've regretted what she said, but she didn't care at all. Rabadash stood for a moment, silenced from the comment. "I'll tell the maids to fetch you a clean dress," He began, straightening the turban atop his head. "Then you can have a bath. But we don't have soap in this barbarian city, so you'll just have to do without."

Susan was almost fooled by his kindness in the first sentence he spoke, but then rolled her eyes at the second. She figured that deep down inside of the abysmal darkness of Rabadash's heart, this kindness he showed her was just an act to keep up until the time was right.

The rumors about Rabadash being a complete "donkey" (the bad word :D) were utterly true, and little did she know that that would be pretty accurate someday. (When Aslan punishes Rabadash and turns him into a donkey… hee haw!)

She turned to go to her room in silence. Carter trailed behind her slowly. "Milady," he said. She faced him and realized that he was actually…quite attractive. "might I assist you in tending to your bath? It's the least I can do after spilling soup on you."

Carter smiled at her, showing a pair of perfect dimples on his cheeks. "I can handle it myself. But you may bring me soap. I know you have some." She climbed the stairs, hearing the boy creep behind her. "There's soap in your room, Queen Susan. Rabadash was only fooling with you."

"I'm not stupid enough not to know that." She snapped. "I never should've come here in the first place." Carter led her to her chambers in the third corridor. Susan couldn't take her eyes off of the servant boy. "You don't look Calormene." She stated to him, brushing a wisp of blackish-brown curls from her blue orbs.

"That's because I'm not." He replied, opening the door for the young queen. "Oh. What are you then?" She waited for his reply as he tended to her bath—after she told him not to. "I'm Telmarine. My parents died in a surprise attack from your kingdom before you and the rest of the Kings and Queens of Old returned to Narnia. I ran away—I was only five—and a black dwarf captured me. He took me to an auctioning place and people bid on me.

"A tall man wearing a turban won the highest bid and took me as a servant to Rabadash. The Prince chose to spare me, but made me his personal servant. When I wasn't trying to please him, I'd work in the kitchen. The cook always took pity on me and slipped me a biscuit or two."

Susan nodded as he turned around to face her. "That's…so…terrible." She murmured, giving him a look of sympathy. "It was. But now that I've gotten used to it, it doesn't really make a difference." Susan stepped into the bathroom as Carter exited. She spoke to him through the door. "Why does he punish you so?" She asked, stripping the soiled green frock from her body. Her chest and arms—where the soup had hit her—were scarlet red and burning hot patches.

"Because I am a slave, and he is a Prince." Carter replied to her. "That's no reason to let him treat you like garbage! What's he done to you?" Susan asked again, slipping beneath the bubbly waters of the bath. "Usually when I fault like I did tonight, he'd whip me—"

"Whip you? For Aslan's sake! That cruel son of a…" Susan was at loss for words.

"I got lucky. I had a servant friend name Ahlii and he was stoned to death because he was caught stealing food from the kitchens." Carter stripped his shirt and turned around in the mirror. Long scars stretched across the tough skin on his back. They made a few "x's" on his skin.

Three small knocks sounded at the door. "Could you get that, Carter?" Susan called from the bathroom. "Of course, milady." He replied, and opened the door to the maid. "Here is Queen Susan's…dress…" The maid silenced at the shirtless servant. "Thank you," Carter said, arching an eyebrow at her gawking.

He shut the door before she could drool. "That wasn't odd," He told himself sarcastically.


"Your highness!" the maid called. "Milord!"

"What?" Rabadash screamed, rubbing his forehead.

"It is about Queen Susan. She has the servant Carter in her room."

"So?" Rabadash countered vehemently.

"Well…he was half naked, your majesty." Rabadash looked up from his mirror, a horrified expression spread across his features. "What?"

"And the Queen was in the bathtub. One could only imagine what they were planning to do." The Prince's face turned beat red and he clenched his fists. "Go to her room and tell Carter that I wish to make his acquaintance. Immediately. And take some guards with you if you like…my cat."

The maid blushed madly, curtsied, and exited the room. Rabadash toyed with his jeweled mirror once more before breaking into a fit of maniacal laughter. "Carter will pay."


Susan had gotten out of the bathtub and slipped on the dress. "I look like a wrapped present." She whined to Carter through the door. "These dresses are hideous."

"It is the finest dress in Calormen." He replied. "Well then, you need a better tailor." Susan retorted arrogantly. "C'mon let me see," Carter pleaded.

The servant and the young queen had already begun to get quite friendly. "I look like a pile of ribbons, leftover silk, a silly old gift…"

She silenced as he swung the door open. "Are you kidding me? That dress looks fantastic on you!" Susan noticed that he was shirtless…it made her feel a bit uncomfortable. She faced the mirror again and examined her shape in the orange and yellow sari. "It's just not…my type."

He could see that her cheeks had a slight flush to them. "Are those your scars?" Susan asked, approaching him slowly. Carter nodded and watched as she stepped behind him and traced her smooth fingertips over the long scar marks. "And…Rabadash did this to you?" She asked. Carter didn't know what was coming over him; he felt his heart beat ten times faster, and his breath quicken the very second her skin made contact with his.

Three knocks sounded at Susan's door. "Milady," Carter spoke, going towards the door to open it, but she shoved him aside. "You may be a slave, but not myslave." And with that, Susan opened the door. What's Herendela doing here again? Carter thought, looking at the maid. "Carter Gray. Prince Rabadash acquires your serve." The maid said, gesturing for the guards to come in and grab him.

"I've done nothing!" Carter hissed at them and thrashed violently in the guards' strong hold. "He's innocent!" Susan cried, trying to get the guards' attention. "Maybe to you he is." The maid told her. "Rabadash's wishes are our commands."

Carter looked back to Susan and shook his head, as if to tell her, "I'll be fine. It's no use." But she refused to give in. "As Queen of Narnia, I demand you to unhand him." She snapped sharply. One of the guards turned to her. "This is Calormen, and Rabadash is our ruler. Not you."

Susan's eyes widened at his rudeness and slapped the guard square across the face. But he showed no sign of pain, and persisted to drag her new friend out of the room.


CLIFFY I know... tell me your thoughts on Carter. I know that his name isn't very original...I just don't really like making exotic and stupid sounding names. I originally went with Ahlii, but I gave that name to his "servant friend" because I was afraid that he would sound too much like a pet monkey, lol.

Sorry I've not updated in a while... I had a lot of things going on. But now that it's summer, I have all of this free time to write! Yipee! And you guys...14 reviews in the very first chapter? Thank you! It means a lot. Feel free to PM me and ask anything that's...questionable. And Happy Father's Day... I suppose:)