I know! It's been like what, 3 months since my last update? I am so sorry for that. I was really busy and I couldn't really be bothered finishing the story. But I have now. I know it's really mean of me not to update in ages and then when I finally do, I make it the last chapter, but you see I never intended his to be a chaptered fic, it was originally a one-shot so I had no more ideas for this fic. If anyone has any good ideas for this fic and could like to continue it, let me know and you can have his story!

By the way, thank-you everyone who has reviewed his story. I am very grateful for your time and all. Anyways I bet you just want me to shut-up so you can read the fic, which I better do!

…..Roxy oxoxox

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Susan's POV:

My footsteps sounded like thunder to me as they hit the stairs. I ran to mine and Lucy's room and shut the door. I lied on my bed wanting more then anything to cry, but I refused. I would not cry, I will not cry. But even as I said these words I felt the lump in my throat and tears sting my eyes.

I took a deep breath and felt it catch in my throat. I will not cry, I will not cry, I will not cry, I will not cry, I will not cry. These four words became a single worded song in my head.

"Susan?" I heard a child's voice from the other end of the door. It was Lucy. I took a deep breath, wanting to calm myself. I wiped my eyes and took a few more deep breaths.

"Yes?" I tried to make my voice as casual as it normally was. I saw the door creek open and saw a quarter of my sister's face between the door and its frame.

"Can I come in?" she asked

"Yes," I said. Lucy opened the door and walked in and sat down next to me on the bed. Both of us were silent for a few moments before she spoke.

"I had always wondered," she said

"About what," I didn't try to hide the dullness in my voice. I was too miserable to even try.

"About how we looked all different," she replied, "I mean, we all have our similarities. Edmund and I have the same nose; you and Edmund have the same hair colour; you and Peter are both tall, but there was always a sense of difference between Peter and you with Edmund and me. I could never think of what it was, but I came to the conclusion that it was because you and Peter are only one year apart and both of you are the eldest two and Edmund and I are a year apart and we're the youngest two. Sure, there's only two years separating you and Edmund, but still."

I remained quiet as she spoke.

"But our ages aren't the point," she continued, "I always wondered how you and Peter got lovely blue eyes. Peter managed to get blonde hair and not to mention that you had Peter were able to get the attractive features. I mean, Peter was the most handsome man in all of Narnia and people said that you were Narnia's beauty. I guess Edmund and I were okay looking when we were older, but I had always wondered how Peter and you had scored the good looks. I don't mean to sound rude about mother or father, but neither of them is every good looking, although mother is quiet pretty, but I wouldn't call her beautiful."

Despite my sadness, I couldn't resist the smile that was creeping to my lips, "Oh you do talk nicely of your parents, Queen Lucy the Valiant."

Lucy's one in a kind smile appeared on her face, "Why, Queen Susan the Bossy, I'm very much in favor of your flattering remark."

I turned around in a fake sulk at Lucy's new title for me, "Oh and I see you treat your siblings quiet pleasantly too."

"Hey, I could have said a lot more, but I thought I better not because you might…" Lucy trailed off then, as though she remember what she was about to say didn't quiet fit her sentence.

"I might what?" I asked, turned back around to face her

"I meant to say 'you might shot me with an arrow', but since you no longer have your bow…" said Lucy

"That doesn't mean I won't shot you anyway," I joked, as I lunched myself at her and tickled her. She squealed and laughed with joy.

Even though Lucy was the one laughing Susan felt a lot better at just hearing her little sister's laugh.

"I see you two are having fun," said a voice from the doorway. Both Lucy and I looked up at Edmund.

"Ed!" laughed Lucy, who was breathless, "Help, please!"

Edmund grinned and ran straight into his two sisters and instantly started to tickle me

"You should know Suze," said Edmund smiling, "You shouldn't pick on your younger siblings. Didn't you tell me that?"

"No," I said. It was now my turn to be breathless, "that was Peter."

I couldn't say much more because both my younger siblings started tickling the micky out of me.

"Okay, okay," I gasped, "I yielded! Mercy! Mercy!"

Sometimes family and laughter is the best medicine for any heartbreak. That's what I've learnt, but I'm still angry with Peter. He's let me live my whole life an utter lie when he could have told me the truth. But I suppose I will forgive him some day, if not today.

He was always too noble and innocent for you to stay angry at for long. Edmund could only hold a grudge for no more then two days. I suppose identity is a mystery and I haven't met mine yet, but when the time comes I just hope that I have Peter, Edmund and Lucy around for support.

Finished! Remember if anyone has any ideas for continuing this fic, let me know and you can have the story! Please review.

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