For She Will Always be Narnia's Queen
by: Eyes-of-Pearl
Disclaimer: Chronicles of Narnia belong to its respective owners.
Rating: K
Author's Note and Synopsis: Another companion story to "Because She was Pretty," and "Because She was a Child No More." Along with my other drabble, "Mirror Illusions," they draw on the same theme, that is, to understand Susan's feelings after leaving Narnia. You may also find that some of the wording and phrases are similar - sorry if that gets too redundant
Peter thinks that Susan has changed too much after leaving Narnia, but has she?
For She Will Always be Narnia's Queen
As etiquette dictated, he was always first to be announced at every court session and social setting. After taking his appointed place as the High King of Narnia, his eyes would stray back to the very doors that he had just passed through. The rest of the people waited in halted breaths; some journeyed many leagues for this single moment alone.
Queen Susan the Gentle, her reputation preceded her. Dignitaries sought for her hand solely on the basis of her beauty. The people were never disappointed as the queen smiled prettily back at them. Their hearts were lifted by her mere presence.
Like the others, he also came to expect to see her, with her crowned head held high. Stepping through the atrium into the throne room, she seemed to glide through its grand doors, before brushing faintly against the giant tapestries. It became more than just etiquette, but rather an expectation. Expectation eventually became part of a routine.
When he and Susan were barred from Narnia, he was disappointed at her quick dismissal. She was in fierce denial, refusing to acknowledge the existence of a magical wardrobe. Instead from her bedroom, she emerged, dressed in America's finest. A small smile graced her rose-coloured lips. She stood with her back erect and her hair styled, waiting at the top of the stairs for the door bell to ring.
Briefly, he had a flash of Queen Susan putting the final touches on her wine-coloured gown and matching ruby necklace. She fussed until she was presented to a group of expecting courtiers. She never failed to display her charm.
He shook his head and blinked away the image. He watched as she passed through the oak doors of their London home into the arms of an adoring socialite. Suddenly, he realized that the remnants of the former queen was still there. Her beauty never tarnished; her presence still drew crowds. 'How typical,' he thought. There was little doubt that someday Queen Susan would once again stepped through the splendid halls of Cair Paravel to greet her denizens with a graceful sweep of her hand. For it was said, "Once a Queen of Narnia, always a queen."
AN: So, how was that? Please r/r.