The sound of steel cleaving through the still air resonated in the training area as Caspian practiced his sword techniques alone. It had been almost a month since he actively used any weapons and with the Tournament beginning in four days, it was time to regain his skill, before he disappointed anyone and himself.
As an experienced swordsman, he knew a good weapon by simply looking at it and of course by touch. Anglachel he thought was an even better sword than Rhindon but that was his personal opinion. Truthfully, during the years he wielded Peter's sword, it felt as though the weapon was performing a duty to the upcoming Kings of Narnia, but patiently waiting until its true master returned to the land. Rhindon had been a symbol of Peter's rule and signified the goodness and justice of the High King. He had used the sword as a memento to honour Peter, but it was merely an icon of Kingship and had never felt it was his to keep. Anglachel however, was created for his hands only Caspian thought in awe as he held out the blade, pride awash on his face.
Every thought, every action which came to his mind, felt as though Anglachel understood his intentions and all of his thrusts, swings and parries were executed flawlessly. Trumpkin and Reepicheep would be proud especially his most noble Knight wherever he may be at this point Caspian thought as he wiped his sweaty forehead with the back of his hand. It was a dreadfully searing day and his tunic clung to him like second skin. There was no danger of being seen especially by the women of the Court and the other soldiers using here would not care he contemplated as he shrugged off his tunic, placing it on the green grass behind him. This was much better Caspian grinned, as he flexed his arms, savouring what little air there was to be had, and enjoyed the freedom of limbs to end his training with stretching exercise.
Sheathing Anglachel he placed the sword with his clothing and concentrated on the task at hand. Inhaling deeply, Caspian closed his eyes, as he stilled his body, feeling the beating of his heart beginning to slow as he clasped both hands and extended them to the highest point. The stiff muscles of his back began to loosen and he bent backwards slightly to reduce the pressure. Trumpkin had hammered the importance of loosening tight muscles before and especially at the end of any practice sessions into his mind. He recalled on several occasions when he had ignored that advice and the muscle cramps had left him immobile for several hours. Exhaling slowly, he bent to touch his toes, feeling every thought leave his mind and his body began to relax after the gruelling practice. Foregoing the tips of his shoes, he clutched his ankles, his head touching his knees while he counted to five and finally felt the pleasure beginning to mingle with the pain from the pressure being eased from the back of his legs.
"As much as I am enjoying the view, our entire Court and especially the women will definitely be scandalized by your exposure. Then again, from what I have been hearing from the gossip mongers, I am surprised there is not a multitude of Court Ladies gathered to watch you practice and swooning in the process." Susan's voice greeted him as his eyes shot open and he spun around hastily to acknowledge her.
Susan stood about five feet behind him, dressed in a dark blue gown, her crown glinting in the sunlight, as she strode towards him looking purposeful. A wicked grin on her face clearly showed her appreciation at the sight of him half undressed and sweaty. He followed her eyes as she watched his scar, curiosity overwhelming the rest of her face and he knew it would be soon to tell her the truth. Clutched in Susan's hands were his half dried tunic and Anglachel.
"Will you return my shirt before the other ladies do follow you and begin to enjoy the same view you like so much?" he teased as Susan came closer, that grin still plastered on her face, making him quite uncomfortable. The last time Susan smiled like that, he was a idiotic minstrel. What was her mission now?
"That is true, I like very much what I see." Susan purred, wrapping her arms around Caspian's neck, as his ears perked up at her tone. Did she consume anything before coming to see him? No, he could not smell any wine on her breath. He never imagined Susan was such a tease and was definitely intrigued.
"You are certainly in a good mood today." He noted. "Are you not afraid someone will see us?" he questioned looking down at her face, observing her eyes had transformed into that dark blue hue. It was a gaze he remembered all too well from trip to Galma.
"Peter is sending me insane. He has been following me around and begging to cure his ale induced headache while I have been trying to ensure all preparations are up to standard for the Calormenes. I had to escape from his pestering." She responded tracing a finger across the line of his scar as he gulped painfully, trying to on the conversation.
"You… are you certain he has not followed you here?" Caspian rasped, clearing his throat, looking swiftly about for sword wielding Kings. Susan was toying with him very well, and he was enjoying her advances despite the danger, which could be at hand.
"Hmm… last I saw of him, Edmund and Mr. Tumnus were taking him to the docks. Unwillingly of course." She added smirking in satisfaction.
"Are you certain, he will not come looking for you?" Caspian asked wrapping his arms around her waist, grinning at her as he pulled her flush against his body.
"Lucy promised to keep them all occupied, so I can steal some time away with you." Susan responded as she stole a quick kiss. "A very sticky you might I add." She grimaced.
"I take it Lucy is happy about us? I was afraid for you last night, after she closed the door." He replied as Susan shrugged her shoulders. "Besides, me are supposed to be more desirable when sweat drenched." He replied indignantly as Susan snorted in a most unladylike manner.
"Oh, I like sweaty, but not too smelly. I did get a tongue bashing about keeping secrets, but she calmed down at the end. Yes she really approves of us." Susan confirmed as he sighed in relief.
"I only wish your brothers will be as accepting. I am already thinking of what torture Peter is going to make me do, to prove my worth." He said as Susan laughed.
"The tournament will be the task to prove your worth. It is Edmund you should worry about. He is even more protective of me since Calormen." Susan informed him, a glint of mischief in her eyes.
"Would you care to inform me of what he will ask?"
"I think, it might be something as simple as a peace treaty between the Ettinsmoor Giants and Narnia." Susan replied quietly as he gasped. Surely she was joking. Even during his reign, the Giants had refused to sign any treaties and kept mostly to themselves, despite all of his efforts to bridge the problems.
"Then you shall never see me again. They would either tear me to pieces and send them back to Court or keep me as a prisoner and then you shall nurse a broken heart forever, cursing the day you agreed to allow Edmund to send me there." Caspian replied dramatically, keeping the teasing tone from his voice.
"Then, I suppose the lines of suitors will return once more." She replied solemnly as he laughed and kissed her swiftly.
"Here is a woman worthy of humour." He replied smiling as they broke away.
"I was not being humorous." Susan replied quietly as he chuckled.
"Would you not weep for me, if I did get wounded during the Tournament?" he whispered into her ear as Susan shivered.
"One does not weep for a warrior felled in battle." Susan countered as he pulled back, looking at her face, appreciation in his eyes for her understanding the warrior code.
"You are correct. It dishonours his spirit, but I would not want you to do that. Will you promise me that?" he asked.
"Why are we talking about death at a time like this?" she asked quietly as he cupped her face.
"Because life is like that Susan, one never knows when their final breath will come. Today, we stand here but who knows what tomorrow brings" Caspian replied stroking her cheek with a gentle thumb.
"Cherish every moment, for we will never know when it is our last." She finished as he nodded in agreement and kissed her passionately, Susan meeting his greedy kisses with her own fervour.
Susan's hands against his chest stroking varied pattern on his skin increased the fire burning within him as Caspian broke away from her mouth, leaving searing kisses and bites along the creamy nape of her neck. Susan's erratic breathing emboldened him and he quickly found the pulse of her throat, nipping it gently as she gasped and threaded her fingers into his hair, urging him to continue his ministrations at that sensitive point as she arched her neck to give him more room to satisfy her.
Her moans of pleasure were driving him insane with want and Caspian felt the stirring of his body responding to her little sighs and mewls. The fact they could be caught at anytime, despite the absence of the other soldiers since he began his training only heightened the passion he felt for her and Caspian desperately wanted to take their activities to a more private place and broke away breathlessly from her. Susan face flushed in absolute bliss and her eyes still half lidded, clearly wanting to continue.
"Do I deserve my tunic now?" he asked huskily, still trapping her into his arms.
"Yes." She replied breathlessly, stooping to retrieve the shirt, which had fallen during their session, and handing it to him. He noted how Susan's eyes roved over his body and especially on a very prominent area of Caspian, her eyes wide with curiosity.
"Does it… did I…" she began unable to continue her questions as she broke away in embarrassment. He chuckled and caught her hand, intertwining their fingers.
"Yes, you did that and it is a bit uncomfortable but do not fret over it." Caspian comforted her; surprised she was naïve in the knowledge of pleasure and the reaction to the male body.
"I have never allowed any of the previous suitors, very far in their courting and well I cannot really ask my brothers, it would scare them off for life. Though, that might be a good thing." Susan replied, as he looked at her in mild surprise.
"Yet, you allow me?" he asked, perplexed but pleased at her admission of him.
"What can I say, I trust you Caspian." Susan replied simply, looking at him squarely into his eyes. Her orbs reflecting the truth of her words and he knew it was the perfect opportunity to reveal the truth and his past, before they embarked deeper into their relationship.
"Susan I am truly honoured." He replied clasping her hands, as he smiled fondly at her. "There is something I must tell you." He began as she looked eagerly at the archery grounds.
"Will you tell me later? I am actually eager to practice, if only to release this accursed anxiety from the approaching Calormenes. Cherry and his herd saw them yesterday passing Glass Water Creek." Susan pleaded as he sighed inwardly. The timing was not perfect after all he mused.
"Certainly. How can I refuse a request from the most beautiful woman in all of Narnia? Come the targets await your arrows, but this time I shall not be that eager to wager against you." Caspian teased as she swatted him playfully across his head, linking arms as they walked off to the area.
"I thought you liked that last tunic we gave to you. This time I was thinking of something yellow to accentuate the pink." Susan responded as she pecked him on the cheek. He was not going to fall for her charms.
"Maybe, we can entice Peridan and Corin to wager against us at our next session and they would have to waltz together for their loss." He replied as Susan broke out into peals of laughter and pulled him towards the targets.
He watched Susan sink her feet in the stream, laughing at her mortified face and squeals when she realized how cold it was, despite the summer heat. Quickly he followed suit, throwing his boots under a tree and rolling up his breeches to mid calf as he sank into the stream. Cold water was the best remedy for hot days Caspian thought as he watched Susan swing her feet from the moss covered rock ledge. They were in another favourite grove, close to the castle but yet private from those who wished to get away from the insanity of Court life. Maple trees provided protection from the hot sun and he stretched out on the rock, enjoying the warm sun on his face and the breeze from the ocean. Caspian looked at her dainty feet and the well-rounded toes, to her ankles and the bits of smooth skin exposed as Susan gathered her skirts to prevent them from being wet and shook his head at how perfect Susan was in his eyes.
Yet it was not only her physical beauty, which drew him unconsciously to Susan, but the method in which she embraced life, accepting both happiness and sorrows. At Court, she was the epitome of grace and beauty. Truly, a Gentle Queen to her people, but here, in these private moments, be it at Galma or in this haven of wonderful Nature, Susan Pevensie the woman, was revealed in her truest form.
Watching her practice at the archery range was truly to sight to behold. Her skill with bow left him staggered and speechless. Of course, he recalled her glory in the Great War and both he and Peter agreed Susan's kill count, had been the highest, despite their swordplay and ferocity on the battlefield. In the heat of war, it was a simple philosophy, kill or be killed. War was a dirty, bloody and horrible creation, but he knew all to well, under certain circumstances it could not be averted. The three other monarchs and especially the woman beside him knew it as well during their battle against the White Witch.
He recalled from history, Susan did not participate in that battle, unlike her second return to Narnia, where she was an instrumental figure in their victory. Despite her reluctance to take arms for the war against the White Witch, Susan's skill at bow was unsurpassed. It was amusing to think she was dubbed 'Gentle' and yet adept in the art of killing. Her hands this afternoon were a blur, as she let loose a barrage of scarlet fletched arrows. Before he confessed the truth, there was one question, which nagged him relentlessly.
"Susan." He said quietly as he caught her attention, her eyes urging him to continue. "Why are you not active in archery?" he finished, as Susan looked away briefly, shaking her head and sighed.
"Honestly, I believe my skills are not needed on the battlefield. Since our first war against the White Witch years ago, I have always wondered why I was given this bow and quiver to protect others and at the same time a horn to protect myself. Father Christmas told me to trust in the bow and it would never fail me, yet Aslan instructed me to stay away from battle and I obeyed him." Susan sighed, as Caspian followed her gaze to her weapons and horn lying together with Anglachel under a tree.
"When Aslan dubbed me 'Gentle', I wondered about His words. Even now it confuses me I should be called thus and yet be an expert in the art of war. Sometimes I am amused and perplexed all at once." Susan finished, while he listened carefully. It was truly confusing, she was given arms and the horn, considering Lucy was the younger one who would most likely get into trouble. Did Aslan think Susan was not capable? What were His motives?
"I understand your plight, but I do not think Aslan meant for you to refrain from it forever." He replied scratching his head.
"Aslan's words have many meanings Caspian." She laughed as he agreed wholeheartedly. "As the years passed, I pushed my bow aside for other responsibilities. Being Queen and Mother to all Narnians and especially my siblings were the most important duties. Lucy needed me during her turbulent teenage years; Peter came to me to discuss what treaties and new policies should be implemented and Edmund turned to me for advice, when he and Peter disagreed on those policies. I became immersed in my new roles and I fear I let my title become me, forgetting the girl who loved swimming and running free in the forests. Was I really needed on the battlefield when my brothers and sister's prowess in warfare were renowned?" Susan explained, picking at the fabric of her dress.
"Though, I was unhappy at the beginning of always being left to overseer the kingdom, it became part of the tradition to welcome our victorious army and care for those who were wounded, before Lucy healed them. I simply believed my logic and diplomacy were needed more than my bow." Susan finished as he looked at her silently, remembering the young woman commanding the archers above Aslan's How and the fact Susan was never seen without bow and quiver even while sleeping.
"Yet today, you were so ferocious at practice." He countered. "I would be happy to have someone of your skill on the battlefield at my side." Caspian said squeezing her hand as she looked at him, the light in her eyes dancing at his words.
"It is partly my fault for not saying anything to the others. Sometimes I feel burdened by the crown and wish for nothing more than to be alone in my thoughts and company, as those in authority think as well. I admit my bow is as precious to me as my siblings. Using it brings such pleasure. It feels like…"
"Part of yourself. As natural as breathing air." Caspian finished as they turned to look at their weapons once more, the stark contrast of Anglachel's darkness to the ivory quiver all too apparent, but yet they complimented each other, much like their owners. "I feel the same when wielding Anglachel Susan." He replied intensely, capturing her gaze.
"Despite what everyone says, you have the heart of a warrior and a gift which should not be spurned. If fighting for the honour of Narnia and Aslan's name brings you joy, do not cast it aside for another cause no matter how noble that task is. There are four monarchs for a reason. It was all of you, who freed Narnia from its imprisonment and neither is it fair that you be the one to remain at Court, when your heart and soul cries to be part of the fight for justice. "Caspian explained as Susan sat enthralled at his words.
"Tell me, does Peter approve of your wish to be on the field?" he asked as she bit her lip thoughtfully.
"He has never expressed to me, I should not go. By the Lion! Through my silence, they all think I prefer to look after the kingdom." She gasped as he nodded in agreement. "How silly have I been!" Susan exclaimed as he merely smiled.
"Not silly, you were sacrificing you needs for someone else's happiness. I see that as noble but I do not think Lucy or your brothers would appreciate you always putting aside your joy for them. They love you and want the best for you." Caspian replied.
"Listen, in my land, there was a great war and many noble warriors were lost on both sides, but among all the archers, the most famous was a noblewoman. Everyone respected and admired her bravery not only because she was the only woman there but also because her presence instilled fierceness, pride and passion in the hearts of all soldiers. Susan I know you will be just like her when you take your place among the Narnians on the ground." Caspian affirmed still holding her hand in reassurance as he leaned over and kissed her lightly.
"Assuming we do have battles, which I do not foresee anytime soon. I am surprised you would let me fight, people tend to protect and shield those they care about from dangerous situations." Susan replied laughing as she pulled away from him.
"As I said before, it would be an honour to have you fight on my side and yes I would protect you from any harm, once I am in a position to do so as I know you will do for me, but neither will I detract you from what you desire. If fighting is what you truly want, then no relationship or person in the world should stop you." He replied sincerely, noting how she brightened at his words. He could not coddle her despite his feelings for Susan, she was an adult capable of making her own decisions and it would be selfish on his part to refrain her from them.
"Thank you Caspian. I will speak to Peter when we return." Susan replied gratefully as he nodded.
"Susan there is something I must say…" he began once more.
"Susan, Caspian! There you are! We have been searching relentlessly for you. The Calormene sail has been spotted. Peter has asked for all to gather at the docks to greet them." A breathless, red faced Corin wheezed, as he crashed into their sanctuary, bending over gulping great amounts of air. Caspian groaned inwardly. Was it fated he could not tell Susan the truth?
"Susan, Peter has been frantic looking for you." Aravis echoed as she tumbled after Corin, looking at both of them with an enormous grin on her face. "He wanted to send Orion and his party out for you but Lucy persuaded him to calm down and sent us instead." Aravis rushed while Susan squeezed his hand regretfully as they headed towards the tree for their belongings.
"We can continue this later. I am sorry." Susan apologized as she slipped on her shoes.
"There is no need to be. At least I spent some time with you before everything became too frantic. I know all too well how exasperating hosting can be." Caspian reassured her as he handed her, the bow and quiver. "Do not hesitate to call me if you need assistance Susan."
"Thank you. Will you meet me tonight in the orchards, if we can slip away?" Susan whispered as he nodded eagerly, bending to kiss her farewell but halted at Corin and Aravis' unnerving stares.
"If you two would kindly allow us a moment of privacy, it would be greatly appreciated" He chided as they turned their backs in embarrassment, allowing the couple a moment of solitude.
"Shall I see you at the docks as well?" Susan whispered urgently to him as he nodded gently, pulling her into a tight embrace, and breaking away finally, smoothing her hair.
"There. It is not as windswept. Though I think, you look even more glorious without all the Court finery." Caspian replied, kissing her forehead as Susan snuggled against his chest, her arms clasped tightly about his shoulders unwilling to let go. "I will be there to greet them as well." He vowed as Susan stepped away, regret deep in her eyes as she began to walk away.
"Susan." Caspian called clasping her hand as he pulled her back to him. Her eyes questioning as he raised her chin with a gentle finger, looking at her face with longing. "Please remember my words. You are not simply Susan the Gentle, but Susan Archer Queen. Find the courage which lies in here." He whispered pressing her hand against his heart as he bent to taste her lips on last time.
"Thank you for everything Caspian." Susan replied tenderly stroking his face.
"Time is a precious thing which we do not have in our favour." Aravis reminded her as Susan sighed, smiling wistfully at him.
"I must go, duty calls." She said leaving the circle of his arms and met Aravis halfway, as they both left the glade, chatting animatedly.
"Frankly, it was about time Susan. We all saw the signs." He heard Aravis' voice echo but not Susan's soft reply.
Corin stood beside him, as they watched the women return to the pathway leading to the castle until they disappeared. The usual eagerness of the Prince gone as he fixed Caspian a stern look.
"I am happy for you both Caspian, but I swear on Aslan's name hurt Susan and I will box you within an inch of your life." Corin warned dangerously, the fire in his eyes adding to the truth of his words. He smiled and turned to the young man, clasping his shoulders.
"I would not want it any other way Corin." He replied solemnly as Corin shook his head in acceptance, all traces of his serious demeanour disappearing as he plastered a silly grin on his face, thumping Caspian heartily on the back.
"Women the most magnificent and confusing creations of this world!" Corin declared triumphantly as they followed the same path as the women.
"I could not agree with you anymore Corin, but that is why we love them so." Caspian replied as they headed towards the castle, eager to see what lay later.
She saw the scarlet flags, with Lion symbols flapping in the winds and the congregated crowds looking like dots against the white shores as their ship ventured ever closer towards their final destination. Captain Ashan had arrived earlier than predicted, due to the good wind and Dhira sighed in relief, that they were almost there. Soon she could vaguely see faces and at the forefront, four figures stood stoically watching their vessel with imperious eyes. There was no doubt in her mind; these were the rulers of Narnia.
Her stomach flipped as she looked once more at the hundreds of Narnians gathered. Strange faces some she only heard in whispers and read secretly among the dusty libraries of her father's palace. Yet she could see welcoming smiles among some of the faces but on most, trepidation. It seemed their invitation was not a popular decision among the masses and laughed inwardly at the similarities between the two countries. She closed her eyes, hoping to quell the uneasiness erupting within her body, counting to ten to restrain her frayed nerves. The last time she felt like this, was her first admission to Court years ago.
"Shanti Dhira." She muttered as her handmaidens stood behind her, their eyes belying their excitement and apprehension.
Akatosh and his men were also on deck looking on quietly as she stole a look at her brother. They were still distant after their altercation but both knew when their differences had to be pushed aside for the sake of a successful and peaceful negotiation. Yet she wished dearly it was Rabadash beside her, smiling and encouraging her instead of her rigid younger brother. Shalan was behind him looking on quietly and she shook her head slightly in annoyance. Their physician had performed wonders for the man to mask his injuries.
She twisted her fingers into a tangled knot as Captain Ashan ordered the anchor to be dropped and the plank board lowered. She walked towards it caught in a dream world as even more questions pervaded her mind. What were the Narnians like? Were the tales she heard as a child of animals speaking in the tongue of man true? What of the monarchs? High King Peter whose bravery won him renown (albeit grudgingly) in Calormen, was he a young man or old? She imagined him to be a distinguished gentleman with silver hair and fierce eyes. Since his last journey, Rabadash had not been too forthcoming with the necessary information and she could only speculate the attributes of the Royal Four.
While the other three monarchs interested her, it was Queen Susan the Gentle whom captured most of her intrigue. There were numerous times she imagined in the past the beauty of the woman and what qualities she possessed, to transform her rational brother into some love sick or lust filled lunatic. Soon she would see what the fuss was about Dhira thought as she set a silken slipper on the plank.
The din surrounding him as the Calormen sails appeared closer to the docks was almost overwhelming for Caspian as he turned away from the ship, to listen to the animated Narnians deep in talk and reflection.
"I wonder whether they will be friendly?" he overheard a nobleman whisper to his wife.
"Yes dear they must, especially after the events of three years ago. I am concerned about Queen Susan though. Do you think she has recovered from her fright of that dreadful Prince?" the woman replied, her voice trailing off in confusion.
"Need you ask that? Queen Susan is one of the bravest people I have known, to be to stand there and face her fears, even if she has not recovered fully." The man replied throwing an arm around his wife's shoulders as Caspian grinned in approval of his choice words.
Looking around he saw Aravis beside Cor and the rest of the Archenland delegation. King Lune and his sons heading that welcoming arm. He could not blame Aravis for the nervousness which showed clearly on her face. It would be an emotional moment when she met the Princess and once more, he smiled as Cor calmed her with soothing words and holding her hand protectively. Even Corin stood resolutely on her other side, watching silently the disembarking Calormenes.
He wished there was something to do to allay the fears of both Aravis' and Susan's concerns and he knew without doubt Susan was uneasy by her tense shoulders. He wanted nothing more than to be at her side comforting her as Cor was doing so well to his lady love, but until he met her later, she would have to play the biggest façade of her life.
What of this Princess, what would she look like and most important of all, was she remotely similar to Rabadash in disposition? He noted Edmund stood closer to Susan as the ship came to a halt and the anchor was dropped, while the cry to lower the boards pierced through the crowd. The time to test Susan's forgiving nature was here, Caspian thought as his eyes fixed upon her figure. The noise about him came to an abrupt stop, as the figures onboard began to disembark. From his distance, he could see the leading person was clearly a woman and calm.
"Breathe. Focus on your breath and calm your nerves." Dhira's teacher's voice rung clear in her mind as she took the longest steps of her life to meet the welcoming Court. The four figures before her, solemn and eerily frightening.
A man stood slightly before the others and instantly she knew this was Peter the Magnificent, High King of Narnia. He was nothing like she speculated and especially thinking he was an old man. His blue eyes and face, contained a power and presence she felt no where but in the solitary inner chambers of Tash's temple. This man was a mere mortal not her infallible God and she felt naked under his penetrating gaze. Yet, it was neither a predatory look nor one to make her uncomfortable. He was attempting to gauge her motives as she was doing the same to him.
"Welcome to Narnia and Cair Paravel Princess Dhira." Peter greeted her bowing gallantly before standing tall once more. His voice enhanced his image and once more she discovered another reason why this man was a feared warrior.
"Greetings from Calormen Majesties and to all gathered." She replied, curtseying in the elaborate of her country as she felt the presence of Akatosh beside her. "We the children of Tisroc Jahaja and our company are honoured to be invited for such a momentous occasion. Permit me to introduce my brother Prince Akatosh." She replied as Akatosh swept his turban off. Bowing with great deference and smiles to the people gathered. Was it a trick of the wind or did she hear a suppressed gasp from someone? The resemblance of her brothers, were definitely noted Dhira thought in worry.
"Forgive us; we were not aware the Prince was to accompany you as well." Peter replied quietly as once again he captured her attention with a steady gaze.
"It is we who ask for pardon. I could let such a wondrous opportunity to see the Northern Lands pass by and I pleaded for our father to accompany the delegation." Akatosh explained capturing the attention of those about him, while Dhira fumed inwardly. Her brother was certainly trained well in the art of diplomacy or deception; she knew which it was at this point.
"Your presence here is greatly appreciated. Please allow me to introduce the rulers of Narnia and Archenland." Peter said as the three other figures stepped forward, while three more stood behind.
Queen Lucy was a young woman a few years older than her and Dhira could not help but feel welcome by her warm smile and eyes. She felt an instant liking to the woman of golden hair. King Edmund was grave man, his brown eyes watching her intently and she knew he was preparing himself to protect his family against any danger. The experiences of Calormen had left him wary, and she truly hoped at the end of their time here, Edmund's views would change. She recalled her father's fondness for him, declaring stoutly to anyone, the Narnian King, was the best chess player he met.
Her throat constricted at Queen Susan's introduction. What could she possible say to her? Did apologizing for Rabadash's behaviour the right thing to do? Susan was indeed a beautiful woman in the Narnian fashion and she could see the reason for her brother's infatuation, Susan was after all, a lily among lotuses her brother would know while in Calormen.
Susan's eyes were grave as well, calculating Dhira as Peter did and the smile which was finally given to her was as satisfying as a cool draught. She knew all eyes were on them for this moment and returned Susan's kind gesture with a smile of her own. She still sensed the apprehension in the Queen's eyes, but Dhira knew in time Susan would see, she meant no harm.
"Welcome again to Cair Paravel Your Highnesses." Susan said curtseying to them both. "We have made the necessary arrangements for your stay, which I hope will be entertaining and joyful." Susan finished as she cast a quick glance at Akatosh, who was staring at her. Dhira knew that look even though he was trying to mask it and she felt the compulsion to protect the Queen.
"Thank you for your hospitality Majesty. I am certain my company will enjoy our stay here. Narnia is certainly most beautiful" Dhira complimented as she succeeded in capturing Susan's attention once more.
"If you desire anything else, do not hesitate to ask." Susan finished as she made way for the Archenlanders to greet the newcomers.
"Highnesses, may I present King Lune of Archenland, Princes Cor and Corin with Princess Aravis." Peter introduced as Dhira once more deferred to the others, smiling at the men pleasantly and greeting them as well, but her eyes were focused on Aravis.
"Welcome to Narnia Princess." Aravis greeted, both women eyes each other respectfully, before Dhira crushed her in a fierce embrace. It had been too long since she spoke or saw her friend and the happiness which filled her was overwhelming, despite what reservations Aravis held.
"Silly Aravis, when have we begun using titles? Am I still not Dhira your friend?" Dhira asked quietly, tears forming in both of their eyes. Seeing Aravis, in good health and in joy was most fulfilling after such a long time. Both women barely heard the applause and smiles around them as they embraced once more.
"Dhira, you look beautiful and in good health." Aravis replied happily throwing an affectionate arm about Dhira's waist, foregoing all Court etiquette but they both could not care at this point. Only Akatosh seemed displeased by her quick acceptance of the former Tarkheena, but Dhira knew he would not dare to voice anything at this point.
"So do you. The lands of the North have been good to you Aravis." Dhira replied, noting the fleeting gaze which passed between Cor and her friend. She understood at once, one of the reasons of Aravis' change.
"I do hate to interrupt your reunion, but the afternoon is waning and we have prepared a feast to celebrate the start of the games. Shall we return to Cair Paravel?" Peter interjected as Dhira nodded, smiling as she took his offered hand, while Cor waited for Aravis silently.
A sigh of relief escaped from her as she saw Akatosh extend his hand towards Queen Lucy, who accepted with a graceful smile, while a tall brown haired stranger stood beside Queen Susan, waiting patiently to escort her. The man carried an air of importance and she felt the same power exude from him as she felt from Peter. Clearly he was a foreigner and she wondered whether he was a suitor of the Queen? She would find out soon enough, and smiled at the crowd who parted to let them through, chatting quietly with Peter. Narnia was a land of many strange and exciting sights and she felt exhilarated for the upcoming days.
Caspian moved stealthily through the crowd, until he stood behind Edmund and Lucy. The latter welcoming him with a grateful nod of her head, knowing his intentions were to be as close to Susan in this encounter.
The Princess was beautiful, with honey coloured skin and hair the colour of night, which was surprisingly done in a simple braid. She looked to be about Corin's age and he sensed a maturity from her which could shame even some of his Councillors. Looking at Corin, he chuckled at the young man being nudged to close his mouth as their turn came to greet the Calormenes. He was proud when Corin remembered his manners and did not stumble over his greeting despite the clear attraction, Caspian saw radiating from the Prince. The Calormen Princess seemed very comfortable among the others as she spoke to them warmly. Yet he saw despite her friendly exterior, in her eyes he caught the glint of steel. If all went well, Dhira would be a worthy ally to Narnia, he thought. Glancing at Peter's face, he knew the High King was of the same opinion.
Caspian's eyes strayed away from the happy, tearful reunion of the women and observed Prince Akatosh, somewhat abandoned by the others at this joyous encounter. He sensed the aura of this man was as dangerous as a caged animal and was he the only one who caught the slight sneer the Prince gave to the women? There was something sinister and predatory about this Calormen Prince despite his charming words of apology earlier. Instinctively he stood behind Susan as she returned to her place beside Lucy.
Clearly this man resembled Rabadash in some manner and form by Susan's tense shoulders and the concerned looks Lucy was constantly giving her before stealthily slipping her hands into her older sister's, squeezing tenderly and reassuringly. Susan turned around to acknowledge him with a warm smile, at Lucy's nod to her and he mentally reminded himself, to thank Lucy later.
The glint from Akatosh's bejewelled turban shone in their direction as once again Caspian turned his attention to the Calormen Prince, only to see the man regarding him with a perplexed look. Was Akatosh troubled by his presence as he was to the Prince? Their eyes met over the head of Susan and Caspian felt the hairs behind his neck stand. There was something in the lean features and amber eyes of this Prince, which strangely reminded him of a wild tiger. He would have to watch this man closely Caspian thought. Akatosh's intent of being here was much harder to decipher unlike his sister he thought darkly.
"Queen Susan, will you allow me the honour of escorting you to the Great Hall?" he asked, seeing Peter leading Dhira away.
"Thank you Sir Caspian." She replied relief in her voice as he held out his arm, feeling the repressed shiver of fear from Susan and he smiled kindly to reassure her.
Lucy and the Prince passed them gracefully both talking quietly, but still Akatosh looked up to meet his eyes once more. He recognized that stare and knew the Calormene Prince would be a very formidable foe if they were pitted against each other.
"The Princess is very beautiful." Corin said wistfully as he walked beside them, glancing ever so often to look at Dhira and Peter leading the walk.
"Corin, you should ask to escort her for the tournament. I am certain Aravis will assist as well." Susan comforted as he shrugged his shoulders casually.
"A Prince is not as appealing as a King." Corin replied dejectedly, as both Susan and he shared a concerned look. It was not in the Prince's nature to accept failure and Susan pulled him to her free side.
"Not all women choose Kings or Titles. I prefer Knights actually." Susan whispered, as Corin brightened and Caspian laughed. "We do not know the Princess yet, be on your best behaviour and I am certain, she will be impressed." Susan advised as Corin smiled down at her.
"You are always giving me such good advice Susan. I shall be all serious like Cor, since the Princess seems to prefer that." He declared stoutly.
"Corin, be yourself. To act like another or pretend to be someone who you are not, is a plan for failure." Susan warned as Caspian's blood chilled. He had to speak to her soon before the trust they shared would shatter.
"Yet, sometimes is it not better to withhold the truth, and not cause pain to the other person?" Corin asked.
"Lies no matter under what circumstances they are spoken under, are still lies. Whether they are large or small, they begin to tear away trust which binds people together. What sort of relationship would you have with another, if that trust was non existent?" Susan explained as Corin nodded thoughtfully, listening to her words.
"Well I perfectly agree to your point Susan. I shall be myself with the Princess. After all, it makes no sense to pretend to be someone different, am I correct Caspian?" Corin asked eagerly, shocking him into speech as he swallowed painfully.
""Yes, Susan's words ring true." He replied carefully as they entered the courtyard. The eager questions of Corin filling the short distance to the Great Hall as Caspian knew his time to tell Susan the truth, was woefully short.
A.N. Shanti - Peace
Chapter 12 is finally out, sorry about the wait. I really wanted to post on Saturday, but my weekend began on Friday night playing Florence Nightingale to several colleagues who proceeded to get horrifically drunk at Ruby Tuesday's and all the drama which goes with that jazz. Plus, I have been like a bee on red bull for the past week at work. I humbly apologize to those who have been waiting patiently for this chapter and again I am amazed and thankful to everyone who is enjoying this fic. You are the ones who truly inspire me to think out of the box and give it my all. Good news is that the Tournament is finally about to begin after all this time ;) So hold on tight and stick with me as we head into another chapter of RTM. Thanks again everyone from the bottom of my heart!
I really wanted to merge the differences of Susan (book wise) and Susan (movie based) in this chapter and especially why I think she never was active in archery in the books. I hope I did a reasonable job in explaining my thoughts. I'd love to hear your theories as well, so please PM or leave your questions in your review and I will respond.
P.S. For those who haven't read the books and if you're interested in knowing about Calormen and Archenland as well as the major characters (Dhira and Akatosh excluded) the following link should help with understanding the background, since I'm using a lot of info from "The Horse and His Boy" (my fave Narnia book incidentally) :D
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