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Greyhound Master –I had another school day off! Grins happily but I wasn't able to write much because my friends were dragging all over everywhere! Thanks for reviewing.

Marinawings – Thanks for reviewing, too! I'm glad you enjoyed Caspian being the blue-eyed stranger. Morvana Du'Miruvor – Thanks for reviewing. I won't try to make a romance out of Caspian and Susan, that would be too… I'm not even going to go there. It's mainly just going to be Caspian and Susan being friends. I thought he'd be a good one for the story because he always looked up to the Kings and Queens of the olden days, even though they were some of his closest friends. Trust me, Caspian and Susan romance is so not this story.

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Susan's POV

I thought I heard him say something about Narnia. Guess it was my imagination playing tricks on me. Oh, how I long for word of Narnia… if it was even real. I had probably been thinking and wishing about Narnia so hard, I had probably tried to make everything seem relevant. Make everything be one in the same.

He probably said something about how the wardrobe was perfectly enchanting or something of the like. It couldn't have been anything dreadfully important, because when I asked, he just said it was nothing.

Nothing. Was that all it was? Was that all it was to me now? This man. There was something strange about him, but how could I ask without feeling childish myself.

Maybe I am crazy or something of the like.

Caspian's POV

This was the queen. A lady I had looked up to all my childhood. She seemed a mere mockery of the tales and the legends I'd heard, and she had changed since I had been crowned king. I wondered what had gone wrong.

If left away from Narnia any longer than they had, would the other friends of Narnia have turned out like Susan? No, they wouldn't. They cared about Narnia too much. They wouldn't have forgotten.

I remember how Lucy used to envy Susan. I remember her being jealous of her looks and how behaving and looking as was expected of herself. She felt common and plain in Susan's shadow. But now I realize, she had been the truest, fairest lady of the two. There was no reason for jealousy in that competition.

I wished I had never come, but there never was much of a choice. Lucy, Edmund, Peter, and the rest had died in their world. They could not come back. It was better for this task to have been passed on to me than to them, anyways. It would break their hearts seeing her now, though it almost seemed like they had expected something to change in her sister. Had they seen her as she had chosen this path?