Some of you asked me to continue the last one-shot. Sorry, I guess I wasn't clear enough. I did continue it! But in a different story which is entitled "Childhood Sweethearts." One chapter is already posted there, and hopefully I will update in a week or so. :) But I'll only post updates for that story there, not here, so be sure to check it out if you want to know how that story will end!

Prompt from Evaline101: the song "Someday My Prince Will Come"

As she closed her eyes, she could hear the woodsy voice as though it was real and not just a figment of her imagination, leftover from their silly childhood games.

"Gentle queen," the wooden voice said. "I must speak in private with you. I have a prophecy for you."

"Lady Pomona," Susan said respectfully. "I am honored that you wish to help me thus."

"When you are at your lowest, your prince will come for you and your fairy-tale ending would be complete," she said before disappearing in a burst of leaves with the wind.

"Fairy-tale ending?" Susan said dubiously.

But it was not soon after that Prince Rabadash showed up with his honeyed words to woo her away. With the giants threatening them from the North, an alliance with the Calormene Empire could lend them troops. At the very least, the alliance would make the giants more hesitant to attack. Perhaps that is what Pomona meant. It didn't quite fit though.

But it could not have been farther from the truth. But a prophecy from Pomona herself could not be wrong. Susan simply tucked it away in her heart until it was time for the prophecy to come true. There were many princes who sought her hand, but none of them seemed to be the prince of the prophecy.

When they returned to England, Susan rarely thought of Narnia at all, and even less often of the specific prophecy. But when she did, she wondered how it could be true now that she had returned to this world. Unless Pomona meant a prince of this world somehow?

Then they returned, and she met him. To use his words, he wasn't "exactly what she expected." But somehow, she knew it was him. And… Narnia was surely at its lowest. Perhaps this is what Pomona meant.

After the battle was over, they had the chance to exchange words freely for the first time.

"Peter hopes for Cair Paravel to be rebuilt," Susan said softly. "Perhaps more as a monument though than a place for anyone to live."

"It would take years for it to return to its former glory, but I share his hopes. But I… will you stay there?"

"Unless I have a reason to be taken away," she responded.

"I … If I came to take you back her to my castle, would you return here with me?" Caspian asked boldly.

Susan surprised both Caspian and herself by saying, "Yes."

But it wasn't to be. There was no fairy tale ending waiting for them. Instead, they were ripped apart for all eternity.

Susan opened her eyes. No…these were all just dreams… not memories… Narnia wasn't real. After all… that prophecy… it couldn't be true. There was no prince that would someday come for her and bring her off to his majestic castle. She had long stopped thinking about such things. So why did it seem so real now?

"Auntie Susie! Tell us a story!" a little girl reminded. Susan smiled, returning her attention to the children seated around her. She knew she had only been invited out of pity, especially after having been rushed to the emergency room for malnutrition. And yet she didn't mind coming because the children loved her Narnian stories she told them. And for her, she could keep her siblings alive in her heart by retelling the games they played as children. Honestly, if it wasn't for the children loving their "Auntie Susie", Susan wasn't so sure she would have had the will to go on living now that her entire family was lost forever. The children were the only ones left for her to care about. If it wasn't for them, she might as well be dead. She wasn't sure that even with the children she was going to last much longer. She had ended up in the hospital once already. She wasn't sure so she had wanted the ambulance to come. It had been her rather determined friend who had assessed something was wrong and broke in to find Susan passed out. A stray worry passed her mind. She wouldn't want a repeat of that in front of the children. She wasn't sure she'd eaten anything recently. Or maybe she had. It all blurred together. Everything since that tragic day where everyone she loved left her. But she could put on a cheery face for the children's sake.

"Well… once there was a princess…" she began, although in their games she was always a queen. Some of the parents nearby listened in as well.

"Was the princess you?" a girl giggled.

"And… she… she fell in love," Susan continued.

"Was it hard to do?" one of the boys pondered, not too sure about this "love" thing.

"Oh it was far too easy. Anyone could see that the prince was charming. The only one for me – I mean her! For the princess."

"So the princess was you! I knew it!" the girl said excitedly.

"What? No, I'm just silly old Auntie Susie the storyteller," Susan said.

"Was he strong and handsome?" one of the boys asked, attentive to the story.

"Was he big and tall?" another girl asked.

"There… there's nobody like him. Anywhere at all," Susan said, his image coming to her mind. How did she have such a vivid memory of his face when he was naught but a figment of her imagination?

"Susan, eat something," one of her old friends said, walking over with a plate of food. "You're going to waste away right there in the middle of your story if you don't eat anything."

Susan sighed, knowing how stubborn her friend was likely to be and took some crackers.

"Did he say he loved her?" one of the children said impatiently, wanting to hear the story.

"Did he steal a kiss?"

"He… he was so romantic… I could not resist," Susan said, getting lost in her mind. She could almost feel his warm arms around her, holding her as though trying to force her to stay. A few of the other adults began listening in, wondering where the story was going.

The children giggled. "Wait, what?" she said crossly.

"You said you couldn't resist. So the princess is you!" the first girl said triumphantly.

"No I…. I meant the princess couldn't resist him," Susan protested.

"Uh huh," the kids said skeptically.

"It's a lovely story," a voice far too deep to be a child's said. She looked up, startled, and saw a far too familiar face in front of her. She pinched herself to be sure she wasn't dreaming.

"Who's this weirdo?" one of the boys said with a frown, pulling Susan out of her reverie. Some of the adults were eyeing him as well, wondering who had invited him.

"You look like a prince. Are you here to take Auntie Susan away to your castle and make her a queen?" one of the girls asked excitedly.

"Children.. there's… I think it's about time for dessert. How about you see if your parents are ready?" she said distractedly.

"Yay!" the children cheered as they rushed to the dining room.

"H..How are you… here?" Susan breathed once they were alone.

"Didn't you know I would come someday? I told you I would," he said, reaching for her hands. Susan instead reached for his face, having to feel for herself that he was real. Caspian covered her hands with his. She stared, soaking in the sight of him. She then began shaking from shock.

"Shhhh, Susan. Shhh," he murmured, slowly, tentatively pulling her in closer. She rested her head on his warm shoulder as he wrapped his arms around her. It was real. Her emotions and exhaustion overcame her, but Caspian's arms easily caught her. "Susan? Are you alright? You… you're so thin. Are you sick?"

"I…I just haven't been remembering to eat," she said, trying to shrug it off. He didn't need to know that she hadn't really been taking care of herself. And he most certainly did not need to know about the hospital visit.

"Have you come to take me away?" she asked instead, holding on to him for support. Her knuckles began turning white.

"I'm not entirely sure how. Aslan said that stories in your world will guide us to the magic that will return us?" he said, more of a question than a statement.

It seemed foolish, but perhaps all the storytelling had gone to her head. "True love's kiss," she murmured. It fit… perhaps this… this was the fairy tale Pomona had spoken off.

"Like… those stories Edmund and Lucy told me were from your world. Where the prince kisses the princess to wake her," he murmured, running his hand through her hair.

"Kiss me?" she asked tentatively, lifting herself on her toes. The exertion was almost too much for her. She had hardly even gotten out of bed all week and now all this…

"Forever and always, my love," he said fervently. He leaned in to kiss her, gripping her tightly. She gripped him as tightly as she could, which was hardly much and yet the exertion felt like it was going to overcome her. But then something happened. Her strength came roaring back to her, and she felt as she had before losing her family. No, even better. She felt as strong as a Narnian queen again. As strong as a lioness. Their kiss grew more passionate with Susan's returned strength until they were both left gasping for breath.

"Susan," Caspian said breathlessly.

"Caspian," she said. She suddenly broke away from him. "Where …where are we?"

She looked down at herself and gasped. She was in her prime, wearing one of her most extravagant gowns. She looked over at Caspian, wearing an outfit fit for a king. In the distance, she could see a majestic castle that somehow she knew was theirs. And not too far from it was Cair Paravel where her family was sure to be.

"It's …it's just like the movies," she marveled.

"Movies?" Caspian asked, confused.

"Stories," she half-explained quickly. "This… this is a true fairy tale ending. Pomona was right."

"You… you are happy?" Caspian said hopefully. "If… tell me if there's absolutely anything more that I can do."

"Well… there is one more component of a fairy tale ending that is lacking thusfar," Susan said flirtatiously.

"Name it, and I shall see it done at once," Caspian said, clenching a fist to his heart in a pledge.

Susan smirked. "A wedding?"

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