Disclaimer: Would you belive I am only 2 genes away from C.S. Lewis? No? Fine! I don't own the charecters that you recongize and no profit is made by this story.
Here's the deal. We, (well, most of us) look upon Susan as the brat who just couldn't believe. But to me, it seemed as if there was a reason behind her bitterness to Narnia. So here it is.
Second, I have a couple more Vigennets or Drabbles in my head, so if you like, please review.
Thirdly, I need a beta like, Wooah. If you can leave a review saying you want to help out.
The first time Susan went out with a boy, she nearly cried. The date bore no resemblance at all to the elegant courtships that she had once done in the Golden age. Oh, no never mine that was a game. She never fell in love, she never courted a man who was gentle and kind and…oh! She's turning into her loony siblings. No, there was no Narnia, there was no Gale.
Gale. A lord of a distant land in a made up world. A gentle man who had sailed over imaginary waters to look upon the face of Queen Susan the Gentle, who of course was also make believe. To visit the fictitious monarchs in their factual home.
Perhaps though, Susan can pretend for a little bit longer. Remember a chaste kiss the first day she met him, or the color Peter's cheeks became when he saw the first non-chaste kiss. Maybe, Susan can look back upon the days of reading stories in the meadows with him, the walks under the stars, the hugs before entering the hall. Perchance, the queen can celebrate the memory of a man who had captured her heart, and the heart of Narnia.
Gale had been a man of some power, but that hadn't mattered to her. He was gentle and kind and he cherished her. Cherished! Cherished her in a way that was as make believe as the whole world. Gale had whispered sonnets into her ear and had listened to her when she cried. He had held her close when her niece died, and sang to her a Narnian lullaby and then let her sleep in his arms.
Susan wants so badly to believe that Narnia had never existed. Wants to believe she hasn't left behind a love, a life and a family. The Queen does not want to remember the fact that she has fallen in love before, and that petty, pesky boys in her class were no match for the broad shoulders and deep brown eyes that had imprisoned her heart so many memories ago.
The first time Susan went out with a boy, she plastered a smile on her shiny red lips. She rapidly blinked her massacred eyes to prevent tears from forming and chocked back unheard sobs. The first time a boy kissed Susan, she pretend to like it, but she knew. She knew that, in her heart, she would never love again.