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.

Important Author's Note: Ok, here it is the chapter everyone has waited for, please review this chapter and tell me what you think. I recently received a review that was in very poor taste on one of my other stories. It has really put a kink in my self-esteem about my writings. I'll admit the first half of this chapter is probably not my best work, but I was really wanting to get to the good stuff. I hope you all enjoy, even if you've read 'What You Leave Behind' I greatly suggest you don't skip any of this chapter, I've reformatted it, and added things.

Author's side note: I would also like to thank Chelseypudge for her great encouragement as the main reason this chapter came out so quickly. Also I'd like to thank deep Umbra and SupernaturalKnight88 for the kind reviews. This chapter is dedicated to all those who have reviewed my story, and continue to read on. I had never planned for 'the big scene' to take so long to reach. Origenally it was meant to be chapter 3 or 4, but I just flet that anticipation is such a great thing. If anyone has any ideas please e-mail me, I could use some at this moment.

All the Worlds a Stage, We All Must Play Our Parts

The next morning Susan had softly knocked on the generals' door, and asked him to join her down in the library. Her heart had been

ripped to shreds when he had told her that he would be unable to attend. She knew word had come that the land of Novi was in grave

danger but she had hoped she would be able to speak with him as planned.

By noon the following day, he had gone out with nearly twenty thousand troops, almost half of the entire active Narnian army. The next

week Susan was asked by Edmund if she would join him on an excursion deep into the Western Wood, as it turned out several dwarfs,

nymphs and other woodland creatures were refusing to work. They claimed that it was dangerous in the wood for them, with the final

group of the witches' army about in the forest, a group of ankle biters, which had been easily taken out by the griffons. Nearly a month

went by and she had not so much as spoken too, let alone seen the handsome centaur. Oreius was still able however to haunt all of her

dreams, and she often thought of the time spent on the voyage to the Trig an Islands. Susan was also careful to leave her ears open for any

word as to whether or not Insolate was coming for a visit. More times then not she had lifted a quill prepared to write the front, by had

always stopped herself. If was nearly seven weeks from the time Oreius had left when she again was able to see and speak to him.


Oreius approached the queen with trepidation; it had often been spoken of in camp what would occur if the young queen wed Racine. His

heart always pounded hardest when this conversation began and he often left to spend the rest of the evening in his tent. He found himself

missing the queen, much more then would be considered proper. His mind would wander to all the things he could do with her upon

returning to Cair Paravel. The way her voice would say his name as he took her, how her face would flush from excitement, and how her

body would feel pressed naked against his form. He found himself wondering if she would scream in pleasure, or just merely whimper. He

knew that if the queen were to ever accept him into her bed and her heart he would be up the next morning at the first sign of the sun to

beg High King Peter for her hand in marriage. His heart would break at the realization that no matter how much he loved the queen she

would never wish to wed him, let alone her brother ever agreeing to such an endeavor. Slowing his pace, he came to stand before the

women he loved for the first time in nearly two months.

"General, I take it all went well at the field?" Her smile was enough to make him forget the troubles a relationship would cause and he

found himself returning her smile.

"The land of Novi will survive to come begging for our help another day." Susan found herself taken back by his direct humor. Normally

the general's humor was dry or none existent, the way he spoke raised her confidence level and she could not help but feel proud of

herself. Susan glanced down towards the floor; her eyes sliding over his body in what she hoped appeared to be a casual gesture.

"Before the night is over I suspect King Peter will have told you all about what occurred while we were gone, however it is my

understanding that you traveled with King Edmund to the Western Wood." Oreius could feel the hairs on his neck stand up as he watched

the queens eyes rake over his body. Taking a deep breath he decided he would had enough, if there was one thing that constantly being in

danger of death had taught him in the last month if was that he wanted her, and he'd have her. He moved to close the gap between

himself and the queen; it was a rough and quick move one the Susan had not foreseen. Quickly she moved backwards, fear engulfed her,

and it showed in her eyes, she knew she wanted this, she wanted it more then anything, she wanted to experience every part of the

centaur who continued to step forward, her back hit the wall and she suddenly was aware that he had step backwards rather then

forewords. His hands were covering his face, which was downcast.

"General?" the words sounded weak coming from the queen, she stared innocently up at the massive beast, she watched as he quickly

excused himself and moved swiftly down the hallway.


Once he reached his quarters Oreius found himself cursing his very existence. He was fool to believe for one moment that the young

queen would want him. He recalled the fear in her eyes as he had moved forward to capture her lips, he wondered if he would have

stopped there or if he would have taken it to the next step. No matter how hard he tried the vision of her fear followed swiftly by the

worry in her voice as she had spoken his title sent him into a downward spiral of pain and discontent. His mind was traveling so quickly it

left him dizzy. Oreius moved and splashed water from a basin near his door onto his face, it was done, and it was over at least as far as the

gigantic centaur was concerned. He had made his final move and it had terrified the young queen, no longer would he treat her differently

from the rest of the monarchs. It would destroy him to stay away from her, to not feel her body near his, or listen to her sweet sultry

voice as often as he liked.

The centaur threw himself down in his large bed, had it been only after lunch when he had been searching for the young queen. He'd had

his mind set on wooing her, of telling her of his indefinite feelings for her, and at least he'd hoped on taking her to his quarters. By all

rights, even a normal Narnian subject would never have allowed that type of thing to occur, well any respectful Narnian female would not

have allowed him to take her so swiftly. His mind had gone through numerous scenarios none of them ending the way the situation had.

He knew he would no sleep that night as the queens frightened eyes stared into his, as she backed swiftly away from his massive and

imposing form.

The next morning he slowly prepared for the day, he stretched his muscular arms over his head and sighed. He had finally come to a

decision earlier in the morning, and if tore at his heart to think of its implications. Shaking his head, he'd need to speak with King Peter as

long as the High King agreed with his proposal he'd attempt to request Nicolette's presence, privately as soon as she arrived. The massive

creature knew that a proposition from him, head general of Narnian Army, and high advisor to High King Peter the Magnificent, would

not be turned down, especially by the Trigan Islands who were in desperate need of a strong tie with the sovereignty of Narnia. If he

couldn't have the women who haunted all of his dreams, both during the day and into the night, then he'd have a union, which would help

her crown and her realm.


Susan lay in bed, it had been nearly three weeks and ever day was more difficult to get through then the last. Oreius had approached her

the day after he taken off, and apologized for his behavior. She had tried to tell him she had just been caught off guard and that she would

very much like him to try again but he had only cut her off, and walked away, his long tail swishing back and forth. She wanted him, and

she missed him. It was difficult to be so close to him and yet so far. To make matters worse the general and her brothers would one again

be leaving for the battlefield, the meeting this evening would finalize plans for them to go and help the Havenlands. Her heartbeat faster

in her chest, so much it nearly hurt. She pulled her shawl tighter around her slender form as she sat up and glanced out the window.

Outside she could see Peter and his wife Mariska walking along the Eastern Sea, they were holding hands and ever so often Peter would

put his arm around the princess consort and kiss her head. Susan sighed she wanted that. Mariska had commented yesterday at the evening

meal that Prince Racine would be arriving in three weeks, and with him would be a delegation of 43 for the state dinner and ball. The

Princess had smiled calmly and looked at her when she didn't input anything. Edmund had easily been left to comment how Oreius

appeared to be quite excited by the upcoming arrival of Nicolette. The gentle queen took a moment to look at the time. She noted that

she needed to get prepared for the meeting, her legs moved of there own accord, and she silently was glad that she would able to see the

general, and hear his strong voice. Something that had become an exceedingly rare occurrence in the past few weeks.


Oreius left the meeting with the kings and queens of Narnia intent on going to prepare himself to leave with the troops, and King Edmund

at sunrise the next morning, with any luck, and by putting the small dwarfs on centaur backs, they should be able to meet up with General

Norbacca and the troops from Havenland, at the Hinter Pass, within two moons time.

He entered his chambers and removed his large leather covering, and swords. He began to stretch, his long, muscular arms moved high

over his back, and he began to consider taking a bath prior to this evenings dinner with the troops. He tore around quickly at hearing his

chamber doors being swiftly opened and slammed shut just as fast. He realized after a moment that the intruder was Queen Susan. Oreius

was taken back for a split second. It was quite unusual for the Queen to do anything of the sort, the few times she had sought him out in his

quarters, she had knocked, then had shyly asked him to please come to library down the hall. He thought something must be gravely

wrong for the monarch to come into his rooms at all, let alone without even a knock. Her hair was down, and her face flushed as if she had

ran nearly the whole way to his rooms. She was stunning, and it took all his power not to lift her into his strong arms, through her on his

large bed, and ravish her. He was cut from his thoughts, as the object of his fantasies began to speak.

"Why? Why must this happen yet again? I cannot take it general." Oreius was vastly confused by what the queen was saying. Just an hour

before she had been sitting in her chair looking over plans with himself and her siblings, agreeing with what was being said, and nodding,

apparently bored by the proceedings.

"Your majesty, if I may, the Havenlands supply our people with numerous different types of cures, ones that can not grow here within the

borders of your gracious kingdom." He quickly prepared to offer more of an explanation when she began to speak once more.

"It's not that, I don't think this war is unnecessary General Oreius. I do understand these matters, although my brother's seem to feel

otherwise. There is no desert in Narnia, in which several plants required to treat disease are located, blah, blah, blah." She turned

towards him, her lips quivering, the massive beast then noticed, her tall, slender, poised body appeared to by shaking slightly.

"I don't understand why, you, must leave… Oreius." The centaur froze at the sound of her voice, his heart was overjoyed by the apparent

meaning of her words, and the way she had said his name, his title noticeably dropped. His head however forced him to think about what

she was saying; it could mean nothing, perhaps just a mistake on her part. Although the gentle, perfect Queen did not make mistakes.

"I'm afraid your majesty, I do not understand what you mean?" One moment queen Susan was at least five feet before his form, the next

moment the centaur comprehended she was pushed flush against his form. Her lips felt warm, soft, and inviting as she reached up and

pulled his head down to hers. She opened her mouth, inviting his tongue to battle with hers, and grasped at his long hair with one hand,

whilst the other had run over the space on his back where man met beast. She thrust her tongue into his mouth, battling with his. Her

hands rubbed his body sensually. It drove him insane, his mind screamed at him that he needed to end this, it was not proper, he was not

properly attired, they were all alone his bed only an open door away, he was bare chested. He knew not stopping now would cause him to

lose his last shred of control. The thoughts flew through his brain; each one was forced away as Susan writhed against him making him

groan. Although this would not be the first time he had felt the companionship of a female, he was sure the queen had never held a man in

her bed, and had never been in the bed of a male, let alone a large centaur such as himself. He still had never felt the passionate, loving

want for a female that was now coursing through is veins. He felt himself beginning to allow his large form to show his need in a most

drastic way, all it would have taken is the right angle for her to have seen. After only a few moments of the glorious torment, Oreius

forced himself to break the kiss. Tenderly he moved the queen off her tiptoes, and far enough away, she was standing at arms length.

"Queen Susan, I am enormously flattered, however I must…" That was when he saw it; the tears, which had, began to fall along her

cheeks, her body gasping, as she tried to cover up her horror. Abruptly she pulled away from him; she cast her eyes towards the tiled

floor, her small hands smoothing out her forest green dress, the same hands that had brought so much pleasure moments before.

"I'm so sorry general. That was very forward of me, I understand if you did not want me too, it was my entire fault. I prey you are not

courting someone, for I may of offended you both. You keep your own life so private. Dear me, I hope Nicolette will not be angered, if

you are with her."

"My Queen, I fear it is I who have caused…" He was stopped mid-sentence as the queen interrupted his line of thought; her normally

confident voice wavered, tears streaming down her face, leaving salty tracks along her cheeks, and her lips.

"No, it is my fault; I am sorely put out with all that is going on, and the thoughts that you were to leave… me… again. General Oreius,

that this time there may be a beast, which defeats your powerful, skilled sword. That this time you may never return home, all that talk

of this being perhaps the greatest battle since we all fought Jadis. Now, I realize however the mistake of my directness was not a fault you

deserve, once more I am sorry, and hope I may not to have damaged any relations you may be carrying in your heart on the battle field."

Slowly he made to put his arms around her, to hold

her warm female body close to his, and help to quell her fears, of rejection. A rejection that was not actually there. He longed to tell her

it was her perfect face, thoughts of her body, and voice, which brought him home after each campaign.

Except the queen once again pulled away from him, mumbling about not being able to handle it. It was at that moment he realized she was

moving closer to the door which led to his bed, and then his mind had quickly and unfortunately returned to thoughts of her naked, with

his body towering over her. At the look of pure lust, and passion in his eyes Susan swung around quickly, causing her to realize where she

was moving, it was then she let out a slight hiccup. He froze in his spot; he now felt rejection bubbling in him. His mind screaming the

glorious, elegant queen had come to her senses, that he was a monster, a beast, not fit for a queen like many of the princes and kings that

had come to attempt to court her in the past. That was when he heard it; the words he had hoped every moment since he had first seen

her standing beside King Peter. They came in a rush tumbling from her lips perfect deep red lips. Lips that were presently covered in

salty tears.

"I love you General, I've tried not to, there are numerous reasons I shouldn't, and I do comprehend those facts. But I do love you Oreius,

General Oreius, I'm sorry; I shall never speak of it again, so as not to trouble you." The queen of Narnia raced out of his chambers, her

dress flowing behind her violently. The Great General of Narnia was left standing in his parlor, his eyes locked on where the queen had

just stood, his body frozen showing slightly what he truly thought of her actions and words.

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