Story: One Must Always Expect the Unexpected
Author: The Evil Pink Squirrel of Doom
Summery: Susan falls in love with someone who had been right at her side since entering Aslan camp. However, there are many difficulties for a gentle queen and a centaur general. Susan/Oreius.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, but if I put on my ruby slippers, and click my heels three times, click…click….click…damn I got nothing, it all still belongs to the god known as C.S. Lewis, and Disney, who seem to own all.
Author's Note: I'm sorry this update took so long; I really don't know what's up with my computer. I've been using my fiancée's to get on the internet, but I can't really use it to write. Sorry it took so long; I guarantee though that the next chapter will be up this weekend at the latest. This chapter is shorter then normal but the next couple chapter will be worth the wait believe me.
When We're Apart
Queen Susan the Gentle leaned against the stone balcony over looking the Eastern Sea. Her hair blew softly in cool evening air, and she
welcomed the feeling. It had been two weeks since she returned to Cair Paravel from the Trigan Islands. King Livonia had been
thoroughly impressed by her argument regarding love. He had signed the treaty the next day, and thrown a ball in the honor. She felt
herself smile at the memory, she had been required to dance with several of the suitors at the ball, but nothing compared to the sweet
companionship from General Oreius that evening, he had swept her off her feet. Many of the attendees had stopped to what watch them
dance across the floor. Afterwards when people were leaving and things calming down he had taken her for a stroll along the beach, and
although nothing had happened she had been more then delighted with the experience. The voyage home was a comfortable journey, with
several conversations under the stars with the large centaur, meals enjoyed alone, with only each other for company in the large study on
board the grand Narnian flagship. Everything had been going so well, there had been a couple times she had sworn the general was about
to kiss her, or perhaps even more. Unfortunately nearly as soon as they arrived home, Oreius had met with Peter and Edmund. Thus not
two days after there homecoming Oreius along with Peter had gone off with half of the Narnian army to halt an approach by a remnant of
the white witches army. The last small grouping by the tracking of the special air force as Edmund liked to call the griffons. Susan sighed,
she missed Oreius terribly, and although she knew she could write him on the field she refrained worried about what was proper, and
what her brothers would think. But still she could recall how his massive muscular form had felt pulsing between her legs. Her eyes
drifted shut as she recalled how pleasurable it was, how turned on and needy she had felt. She was driven from her memories by her
sister.
"Susan, Peter has sent word; they should be back by nightfall." Lucy poked her head in for a moment, smiling brightly.
"Lucy, how many times have you been told to knock prior to entering my chambers. I mean I could have been doing anything" Lucy just
smiled at her sister's rambling completely unaware of her flushed face. She bounced into the room, and hopped on the bed.
"How old are you Lu?" Susan approached her sister smiling in return trying with all her might to get her thoughts away from her earlier
fantasies. Lucy just giggled in response, still smiling.
"So, word is that there all coming home, and that unlike normal we took absolutely no casualties, just a few were wounded." The elder of
the two queens sighed quietly, relief flooding her system. Her greatest fear had quickly become something happening to Oreius while he
was away at war. Susan's mind continued to drift, thoughts of the powerful centaur going through her mind. She watched as Lucy stood up
quickly, and looked outside.
"Dear me, I have to go Susan, I promised Mr. Tumnus I'd meet him down in the gardens almost five minutes ago." Susan smiled at Lucy
once more, watching the young girl race out of the room, the door left swinging open in her wake. It was then that she finally realized
exactly what her sister was saying, Oreius would be home this evening and with any luck she could convince him that she needed to be
escorted during her walk tonight. She smiled, her thoughts returning to not so appropriate thoughts of the centaur. She wandered over
and closed the large curtains blocking out most of the bright Narnian sun, then allowed herself to fall back upon her bed. She would 'rest'
for a short time before calling servants to help her change for the returning army, and for there head military commander. She just
wouldn't tell her ladies in waiting that she wished to look stunning for Oreius. Slowly she began to shimmy out of her dress and allowed
herself to become immersed with thoughts of the massive and powerful beast that was the one who haunted her dreams.
Oreius walked beside King Peter's horse, a chestnut thoroughbred. He had a small cut on his upper right arm from the knife of an ankle
cutter; the little goblin had been thrown through the air by a thoroughly angry minotar whose ankle had accidentally been wounded by the
small terror. As painful as the cut was, the action which brought it about showed a good sign. What was left of the witch's army was
falling apart, turning on each other, and perhaps best of all becoming more confused with each meeting.
"Your thoughts are not where were we are general" Peter stated rather then asked from his seat upon his steeds back. Peter knew full
well that he would most likely have to bring up the head advisor of the Trigan Islands prior to perhaps bringing his sister into the situation.
He sat up even taller, trying to appear as regal as possible in the conversation. A strategy he knew may back fire. Unfortunately, he was
tired of going in circles as to the general's personal life when it came to his sister.
Oreius meanwhile was slightly stunned by the serious and self-assured tone in the high kings' voice. He looked over at the most powerful
man in the kingdom and then back towards the hills past which laid the Eastern Sea, and the queen he longed to see. His dreams had been
plagued with thoughts of her small form perched on his back, of the way her hands had caressed his shoulders and back. He dreamt of how
her slim legs had felt wrapped around his, while her hot center had been pressed tightly against where man met beast. He found himself
often thinking of how her warm breath had felt along his neck and her shy smile when she asked him to escort her to the beach. He
imagined how her lips would have felt pressed against his, and what it would feel like to have her in his bed, or any place where they
might be alone for that matter. His mind often drifted while they were doing trivial tasks throughout the camp, and he'd began to retire
early to his tent to allow him to fully become immersed in his fantasies of the gentle and innocent queen. His mind recalled how she
looked at him while she argued with Prince Racine, and the way her face always dropped for a moment at the name of Nicolette. His eyes
fell back on the high king at is side, and he realized that as head of the Narnian army he owed the king an explanation, but could not find
one the seemed appropriate. How does one inform there monarch that they are having impure thoughts about a queen who happens to be
there sister, although probably better it was the gentle Susan then the fair Princess Consort to the high crown, Mariska.
"I admit my mind has not fully been on my duty your royal majesty. Please accept my sincerest apologies" Oreius watched the High King's
eyes glance at him, and took in the monarchs formal stance on the back of the horse. He felt his pulse begin to race, he wondered for a
moment if perhaps the king had misinterpreted his meaning towards the young queen. The next words out of the king's mouth helped to
quell those fears in an instant.
"I understand things went quite well the Advisor Nicolette of Trigan, am I to believe the rumors that you two have began a serious
courtship, or maybe even those that you intend to wed." Oreius felt fear for a moment, he thought about what the rest of the royal family
must be thinking if the king was willing to breech the subject with him personally. His mind rested on the fact that although things had
gone well enough with the hind, she was not and never could be Susan. The hind was like him raised to be a warrior, a fighter, to serve
his homeland, and enter into a marriage that would most help her kingdom, and those she served. Nicolette was beautiful and would be a
very pleasing mate, of that he was sure, but she lacked distinct qualities which Queen Susan wore on her sleeve, albeit unintentionally
sometimes.
"She is an attractive and understanding creature my king. If I was to wed her, Narnia and the Trigan Islands would become the best of
allies, of this I have no doubt. The only wedding more sought after may be the nuptials of Queen Susan and Prince Racine." Oreius
snapped his mouth shut at the admission, he knew the king already realized the possibilities of his sister and the crown prince, and there
was no need to remind him of these facts.
"I understand that on the long journey home you spent a great deal of time with my sister on board the Splendor. Perhaps since your being
so tightly lipped about the situation with Lady Nicolette, I should ask her. I am certain she would be more then willing to inform me
properly about all that occurred whilst you were on the island." Oreius had to fight the sudden want to glare at the high king, a want that
was only fought back by his stern training. The same stern training that had left him trying to keep the young queen at arm's length once
they returned. When it had come to his attention that he would be needed at the front, he was considerably ashamed at the fact he had
dove at the chance to leave in order to give his mind time to sort out the inappropriate feelings for the young queen. Feelings which had
been there since she entered Aslan's camp, but that grown exponentially in the last few months. His plan had been simple, in his mind his
need and want for the gentle sovereign had grown from being so close to her for nearly three straight months, it was the same reasoning
he'd used when he'd kept him distance upon arriving at the islands and after 'the misunderstanding.' He should have realized it would fail
miserably, especially when he had spent several night alone in his tent thinking about what she look like without clothing on, the dresses
she had been wearing during Narnias abnormally warm summer showed much of her beauty and normally hidden flesh, but while in
Trigan she had worn there traditional dress, a type the centaur quickly came to realize made him nearly unable to control his want. At
least that was the reasoning he blamed for his constant want, and nearly irrepressible desire for the queen.
Peter sighed and allowed himself to readjust upon his horse. He knew the centaur beside him was trying to answer the question without
giving much away about his feelings for either the hind nor the queen. It was unnerving sometimes how well he had come to know the
centaur, and in return how well the centaur had grown to know him. Just thinking about his courtship with Mariska was enough to show
that General Oreius knew well the high kings tendencies and wants. The question was however, how long it would take to convince the
general he was perhaps the best decision for Susan, and yet also the worst. He looked over at his second in command and grimaced.
"I must warn you general, do not hurt her. She is fragile in situation where as your well being and future are involved. I must request you
think of not only what, but who you are. Do not forget of the constant danger your life is required to be in, and the damage that withheld
feelings in either direction could cause should something drastic occur to you during battle." Peter pulled on the horse's reigns a bit
tighter, and looked up at the sky, Oreius allowed his gaze to follow the magnificent king's to where several griffons where flying towards
them. His mind working on the high kings words, which were now stuck in his mind. He had always been careful in showing his feelings
for the eldest queen, but perhaps during the last voyage he had shown too much, and the queen felt trapped. He felt his heart collapse at
the thought of the queen not wanting his touch, nor attentions. He had been so sure of her feelings on the voyage home, but what now,
could her feelings of simply been her wanting companionship, with one who she knew well and trusted rather then others whom she did
not know.
"I do believe I see the scouts returning, shall we perhaps find out what news they have on my siblings, old friend." Oreius could only nod
his agreement with the high king, before losing himself once more in his thoughts, while he watched the griffons flying towards them at
what most would consider break neck speed.
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