AN: You guys are fantastic! Thank-you so much for the reviews! I've noticed that every fanfic I've read about Susan and Peter they never actually get to the part of them having sex and that really frustrates me. They don't actually have sex in this chapter; but don't give up hope yet; sorry to everyone who wanted that, but trust me there is a lot of other stuff.
This is my first sex related fic, so I know it sounds a little weird.
I know there may be a lot of spelling errors!
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Warning: Incest
It had been a day since Peter and Susan had returned to the castle. It was also the eve of battle. Darkness surrounded Peter as he lay on his bed, trying to sleep. But he knew he couldn't, just like he knew his siblings wouldn't be sleeping either.
He felt so restless, however he kept his eyes shut and tried to make himself sleep. However that night, he didn't get an awful lot of sleep, because it was about midnight when he heard his door click close. He had always been a light sleeper. He sat up and moved to the edge of his bed to try and see who had entered his room.
It was Susan. She came out of the darkness like some sort of ghost. A beautiful ghost with pale skin glistening in the moonlight that softly lit his room. She wore a thin dress, which also shimmered in the pale light and fell to the floor. Her raven hair was loose around her shoulders and her eyes were overly bright. She looked so beautiful, like some sort of angel.
For a moment he wondered whether he had already fought in the battle, died and gone to heaven or maybe this was a dream. Peter was mesmerized by his sister's beauty. She walked towards him and he gazed up at her, speechless. His blue eyes were wide and he was frozen to sitting position.
Peter knew from a young age that Susan would be a pretty girl and he had been right. Well, partly…she wasn't pretty, she was beautiful. He remembered when mother used to get worried when she turned the heads of other boys without even meaning to or not trying. What mother would say to this? What would she say if she saw how stunned he was?
But right now he couldn't care less what mother thought. Susan stopped in front of Peter and raised her hands and ran them down his cheeks. Her touch was warm and soft. He could do nothing but look up at her. He felt a nervous but exciting feeling in the pit of his stomach and it took all his control to keep his breathing steady.
"What happens in Narnia should stay in Narnia" her voice was a soft purr
The feeling in his stomach double when she gracefully slid onto him and sat at his hips, with knees on either side of him and her legs tucked underneath her thighs. She then leaned forward and kissed him lightly on the lips. She pulled away slightly and looked into his blue eyes.
He knew they shouldn't be doing this, but to have Susan body so close to his and to feel her lips again was more then he could handle. He saw the love in her hazel eyes and everything he knew that was wrong went to the breeze.
She leaned in again and kissed his lips softly. She looked at him again and watched Peter's eyes search her face. They rested on her full, naturally red lips and she felt his breathing become harder on her face.
Peter felt like his insides were going to explode and his body and heart was in desperate need of her. The fact that she was his younger sister disappeared from his mind and he jumped forward and crashed his lips to hers.
He moved his lips fast but tenderly over her and pushed his tongue against her lips. She tilted her head to the side and allowed his entrance. He explored her mouth and began a war with her tongue.
He heard a soft whimper escape her throat and his left hand found her thigh. Slowly he gently pulled the light fabric up her leg and ran his hand up the length of her thigh. Susan's thin arms wrapped around his neck and she pulled herself closer against his hips and grinded her nether area lightly against his and smiled when she heard a groan escape his throat.
He moved his lips from hers and they washed against his cheek, while his hand had acted on its own accord and drew invisible circles with his fingers on her flat stomach and hips. Peter left a trail of kisses done her neck, his tongue tasted her and her taste starved him for more.
Peter heard Susan suck in a breath and tip her head back as he nuzzled and kissed her shoulder. He brought his teeth out and bit lightly on the nap of her neck. Her hands, which were buried in his golden hair, moved down his arms and gripped the end of his tunic. She pulled it up and over his head to reveal board shoulders and a solider chest, yet he was still slender. His lips were gone from her skin for a few moments before they went back to her collarbone.
Susan's touch was soft as she traced the scar on his shoulder that the Witch's son had given him a few nights ago. She felt as though she was going to pass out as his lips trailed more kisses along her neck and throat and she felt his ruff hands move from her stomach to her hips then lower south.
She felt her breathing grow harder and finger nails dug into his back as she felt his two gentle fingers on either side of her mound. She parted her lips slightly and sucked in a breath and closed her eyes.
All she had now was touch; every other sense was numbed by the hot pleasure that was waving through her body. She felt Peter's two fingers explore her moist area. They moved gently around and Susan thought her whole being would explode from the absolute pleasure her brother was causing her. As fast as he had started he stopped and pulled his hand away from her.
"Peter," her voice was weak and shaky. She sounded like she was going to cry. Peter looked up at her from her shoulder and he couldn't help but smile slightly when he saw the glare she gave. His smiled widened slightly and he leaned forward and kissed her lips before pulling back and away from her.
She stared at him and sat in the same position, while he moved completely from her. She felt tears swell in her eyes. How could he do this? How could he accept what she was offering, then so suddenly push her away?
"Peter," she gasped, as the tears began to stain her soft cheeks, "why did you…?"
Her question faded in mid sentence when he moved back to her and reached out a hand and wiped the tears that were on her face.
"Shhhh," he said softly, "Don't worry, I haven't abandoned you."
He reached down and took her hand and pulled her towards the top and middle of the bed and lightly nudged her down and kissed her again desirably. She lay beneath him and pulled his body closer to hers. She felt his hands move over her body. If there was one thing that Susan had learnt tonight was that Peter was talented with his hands and lips.
Slowly he pulled his lips back from hers and he moved down the bed. She looked down at him, rather confused.
"Now where are you…?" she started but Peter placed his fingers to her lips to silence her. He smiled and Susan saw a mischievous glint in his eyes. He moved down lower and lower south.
She gasped when she felt a pair of lips trail along the inside of her thigh and then his hot breath against her moist area. Suddenly he pushed his mouth against her mound and his tongue jumped inside her.
At this Susan's hands grasped the bed sheets and she clutches them in her fists and felt her breathing became deeper as Peter's tongue made slow thrusts into her. She bit her lip and closed her eyes.
Peter continued his action for a little while longer. He then moved his lips away from her, wiped the moister from his lips with the back of his hand and lifted his golden head to look up at his sister. As soon as he had stopped Susan eye's snapped open and she glared down at him again.
Like a graceful cat he moved back up to her and didn't take his eyes off hers. He couldn't help but laugh lightly at her expression. It was a mix between annoyance and desperation. He moved one hand to her mound again as she reached up and wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled his face towards hers and she brushed her lips along and kissed his jaw line.
Suddenly his fingers moved inside her moist area and Peter slipped two of his fingers inside her, making her eyes widen in surprise. He moved his fingers gently up and down and his small thrusts made Susan arch her back.
After a little while he pushed his third finger inside her and made his fingers thrust faster and harder making Susan gasp. Peter felt her muscle seize around his fingers. Susan lightly ran her fingernails down Peter's chest and traced another sword scar that was along his ribs.
She seemed breathless and her body was humming. Peter looked down at her and cocked his head to the side. He could tell that she was going to break soon.
She pulled him down to her and crashed his lips to hers, he pulled away ever so slightly and Susan whispered against his lips, "I love you."
Suddenly without any warning Peter stopped moving his fingers and stared down at her. She gazed up at him a slight look of confusion and hurt came upon her beautiful features.
His fingers were still buried inside her and he said, "I think we should stop, Su." His voice was slightly hoarse, "We shouldn't go any further."
Tears once again filled Susan's eyes and Peter felt like a real bustard.
"Please, Peter," her voice shook with emotion, "Please."
Peter felt his heart break but he also knew that if his heart was breaking then Susan's was ripped out of her. Susan had never begged him before. Never.
"I wish I could," he whispered, raising his other hand and running it though her raven hair and he leaned down to nuzzled her nose, "I wish for it more then anything."
"Then why have you stopped?" her voice rose a little, "I have given myself to you willingly. You are not forcing me to do this…"
"I know," said Peter, sighing, still his had not removed his fingers from inside Susan, "but we are not in the best situation. We are brother and sister, it's forbidden…"
"Nobody needs to know. It will be a secret, we won't even tell Ed or Lu. Not even when there older," she said
Peter shook his head sadly and watched his sister's heart shatter. He saw it in her eyes. As softly as he could he removed his fingers from inside her and rolled off her. Susan sat up and pulled her dress down from her hips. She sat there trembling like a small child. Her dress hanged off her shoulders and her hair was messy.
Peter sat with his back to her, shirtless. He couldn't bring himself to look at her. He felt so guilty. He had led her this far and now he stopped, but he had no choice, he knew that they would both regret it later if they went any further.
The eldest two were silent for a while. It was Peter who spoke first, however he didn't really know what to say to his sister.
"I'm sorry," he whispered. He bit his lip, "I'm sorry I did that."
He felt the mattress move slightly as his sister moved closer to him. She sat next to him, her legs tucked under her and she slowly, "No. You were right. You were right to stop when you did. As much as it hurt we had to stop."
He looked at her and held her gaze. His eyes then traveled down from her eyes to the fallen silk from her teeth bruised shoulders. He reached forward and lifted one of the fallen sides and pulled it over her shoulder. His fingers lingered on her skin and for a moment Susan could have sworn she saw a hunger look blaze in his eyes, before they were replaced with sadness.
However Peter didn't remove his fingers but he trailed them along her arm. They continued along her arm sending shivers down her spine and they took her hand. The hand that once held broken fingers. The broken fingers he had reset. He raised her fingers to his lips and kissed them. His lips went along her palm and he pulled them from his mouth and played with them. All the time Susan watched him.
"I just have one question," he said quietly, "Why did you come? How did you know…?" His voice trailed off and he hoped his sister would know what he was talking about. Susan was quiet for a while before answering.
"I came here because I wanted to. I knew you wouldn't be able to refuse me. I've seen the way you look at me Peter, and your stares were more then brotherly. You love me more then you should, but I knew you wouldn't do anything about how you felt because you stick to the rules to much. You tried to protect me from you. From the sin of incest, but you never did see how I felt. How much I did not want you to protect me. I wanted to commit incest and I didn't get a damn what mother, father or anyone thought. I was serious when I said that I loved you. I knew why you kissed me in the woods. You finally cracked. I nearly died and you thought it was your last chance to show me how you felt."
She finished her explanation and there was a deafening silence at the end of it. Peter sat frozen for a moment. It was as though she had just read out his soul. He realized she must have had a lot of time to think about this because everything she had just said had been very much correct.
He turned to her and saw her expression and he reached out his hand and ran the back of his hand along her cheek, "I do love you," he whispered, "but Su I can not give you that love. It's forbidden. We both know that, that's why I held back. I didn't want to cause you anymore pain-"
However at that moment Peter was cut short by the huge pounding on his chamber door. Susan and Peter instantly jumped apart as Edmund's voice rang from outside, "Peter! Peter wake-up! You won't believe what's happened!"
The eldest siblings looked at each other in surprise. What on earth was Edmund on about? Peter stood and walked to the door and retreated his tunic from the floor on his way. He pulled it over his head as he opened the door.
What he found on the other side nearly made him pass out…
"Mum? Dad?" he stuttered. He could hardly believe his eyes but there they were in plain view. They stood there, smiling at there eldest son. Next to them stood a beaming Edmund and Lucy and on the other side was Aslan.
Peter stood stunned and silent, thinking maybe this whole night really was a dream. Yet there his parents stood, side by side.
"Oh Peter," said Helen (Mrs. Pevensie) and she moved forward and wrapped her arms around her son and hugged him; she let him go and Peter looked at his father. Peter was surprised he was wearing his military clothes and wondered for a moment if he had just came from the battle field before Henry (Mr. Pevensie) pulled Peter into his embrace.
When Henry had let go of Peter he looked at his wife, smiling and said, "There's one missing."
"Susan's room is down this way," said Lucy jumping forward and grabbing hold of her mother's hand and pulling Helen down the hall.
"What's going on?" said Susan as she appeared at her elder brother's side. Peter was thankful to see she had managed to straighten the lines on her dress and flatten her hair. She froze instantly when she saw their parents and she seemed speechless.
"What…how?" she managed to say before both Helen and Henry hugged her. As they pulled away Peter felt slightly anxious. What if their parents asked why was Susan in his room? And even worse what if they noticed the fresh nib marks on her collarbone and shoulder?
But thankfully they were too occupied with see their children and Edmund and Lucy were to happy about see their parents again to notice anything. Peter looked at Aslan and when his blue gaze met his yellow one, Peter knew. Peter knew that Aslan knew why Susan had been in his room and why she had nib marks on her shoulder and collarbone.
Peter felt his insides spin in guilt, panic and regret. What if Aslan was mad? Even worse, what if he told their mother and father what they had done? Oh God, what are we going to do?
'There is nothing you can do at this moment Peter' it was Aslan's voice clear in his head. Peter stared at the lion. 'I will speak of this later with you and do not despair, I am not mad at you or Susan.'
Peter ripped his eyes from Aslan's and looked at his parents and siblings and placed a smile on this face and before he knew it he was in the embrace of this beloved mother and father again.
It was long past midnight when the Pevensie's were in their own rooms again. Susan had avoided him slightly, but Peter wasn't bothered by it. He could guess it would be a lot harder to hide what they had between them now that their parents were here.
Of course, Peter was so happy that his parents were in Narnia, but there parental ways were already starting to show and how were they supposed to run a country with their parents telling them what to do?
Just now mother had told them they all had to go to bed because it was well past their bedtime. But Peter suspected she hadn't quite grasped the fact that they had stayed up all night before and they were prepared to do it again.
But maybe it was for the best, Peter thought; after all, he and Edmund did have to go to a battle today. Peter cringed at thought of what his mother and father would say if they found out their 15 and 11 year old sons were going to fight in a war, with swords as there weapons.
Peter tried to push all this thoughts to the back of his mind and tried to relax. He shut his eyes and quickly started to feel tired. He yawned and felt sleep overpower him and he was sent to slumber.
Lucy's body lay on a battlefield, blood and limbs of soldiers were scatted around her. Her eyes were closed and she was covered in blood from a wound that was oozing with blood….
Edmund fought hard with a goblin about four times his size; weight and length. Edmund fought with everything he had but the goblin was too strong for him. The goblin blocked the young boy's attack, pulled a dagger from his amour and pushed the dagger straight through Edmund's stomach...
Susan, with her bow and arrows in hand took quick aim and shot down about ten of the enemy at once. Suddenly an enemy soldier came up behind her and grabbed her from behind. Susan struggled with him and pushed an arrow into his shoulder. He let her go and she dropped her arrows and bow, seized a sword from a fallen soldier and turned to face the enemy. He attack and Susan blocked it. He attack again and before Susan could defend herself the enemy had swung at her head and sliced her cheek, causing a deep cut along it. She stumbled back; accidentally the sword slipped from her fingers and she fell over a dead body. Looked up at him, her eyes widened when she saw the glint of the sword just before it came crashing down on her…
"Peter!"
Peter gaped awake at the sound of Edmund's voice. He looked around and saw Edmund sitting next to him on his bed. His small hands were on his shoulders. Peter blinked a few times and tried to calm himself.
Peter sat up and saw the faintest pink on the horizon through his window. He shut his eyes and placed them in the palm of his hands.
"Are you alright?" he heard Edmund say, "You looked as though you were having a nightmare. You look really pale and tired, maybe you shouldn't go to the battle today…"
Peter looked up at his little brother and placed a fake grin on his face. He leaned forward and ruffled his brother's raven hair that was so much like Susan's.
"I'm completely fine Ed," he said, "and anyway, who's going to save your arc if I'm not there?"
Edmund's mouth opened and his concerned face turned into a scowl, but the glitter of laughter and brother-love that in his eyes betrayed his expression.
"I'd just like to remind you, High King Peter, that it was I that saved you from the Witch last time," he said sarcastically
"Yeah, Yeah," said Peter, waving away his brother's comment, "But who saved you all those other times?"
"There was no other times," said Edmund, eying him
Peter grinned and began to tick them off his fingers, "There was the time when you had to make convocation with that naiad. Then there was the time you got yourself lost in the castle and walked though a door that got you to the other side of Narnia. Then there was the time you nearly broke Lucy's crown and you needed a place to hide so she wouldn't kill you and then-"
Alight, alright," said Edmund, "You win. I'll meet you down in the dinning room. I think its best we leave before mother and father wake up. I don't think it will be good that they know that were going to a war."
Edmund suddenly looked uneasy and he jumped off the bed, "Hopefully there still asleep."
And without another word he walked out the room and shut the door. Peter continued to sit there for a while and his mind wandered to his dreams or whatever they were. Maybe, Peter thought, maybe it would be best if Ed didn't come. If these dreams he had were actually real then Edmund was in real danger. Perhaps he should remain at the castle...
No, Peter thought, Edmund would never settle with that. His brother would even come along without his knowledge if Peter order for him to stay. Peter knew that Edmund would follow him to the ends of the world and beyond without a slight hesitation. Yet the night's dream had set a freeze on his heart and what Aslan said about him being able to see the future came back to him.
Peter got out of bed and dressed in his armor and placed his sword at his side. He walked to his door and quietly as he could he walked down the hallway and headed into the dinning room. Edmund, who was also dressed in his armor, sat there eating on his own, a blank expression on his face. When he heard movement he jumped and looked around.
When he saw it was Peter, he relaxed, "I thought you were mum or dad."
Peter smiled slightly and sat down next to him. He looked at the food in front of him and didn't feel very much like eating. This was only the brothers' second battle since they had first arrived in Narnia and they were nervous and uneasy.
"You should eat something," said Edmund, "You need your strength."
Peter gave him a side glance and couldn't help but smile slightly, "Since when did you turn all fatherly and say what I knew for strength?"
"He gets it from me," said Susan's voice. Peter and Edmund whirled around saw Lucy and Susan standing in the doorway, both fully dressed.
Peter exhaled a breath, "What are you two doing here? We didn't wake you, did we?"
Lucy shook her head and walked towards her brothers, "We figured that you both would get up early to avoid sticky questions from mum and dad."
Peter nodded but his gaze went passed Lucy to Susan who still remained in the doorway. There gazes met and Peter watched as Susan blushed and broke the connection. Lucy too turned around to look at Susan before she addressed the boys.
"We're coming with you," said Lucy. Edmund head snapped up and Peter shook his head.
"No," he said, "You and Su have to stay here."
"But" said Lucy "why?"
"Because battles are too dangerous," said Peter, standing up and walked over to Lucy and placed his hands on her shoulders, "Both of you need to stay here where it's safe."
"And you're the expert now are you?" said Susan, her voice was cool and she had had arms folded across her chest, "You've been in only two battles but you're an expert?"
Peter looked up at her and glared slightly at her, "Tell me Susan, what do you and Lucy plan to fight with? Hmm? Trust me, in a battle you won't get far with a small dagger or a set of arrows."
Susan's eyes narrowed and she reply just as coolly, "Do you think a dagger and a bow is the only weapon me and Lucy can use? Well, I'd hate to inform you Peter, but Lucy and I can use other weapons other then our own."
Peter continued to glare at her, but he knew that he was defeated. Susan was right. She knew how to use a sword, and she was very good at it. Peter wasn't sure about Lucy but he suspected that if Susan had learnt then so had his youngest sister.
"You both are to stay here," he said. Susan opened her mouth to say something but he beat her to it, "That's an order."
Susan's eyes went into a blaze and she hissed, "What makes you think you can order us around? You may be the eldest but that doesn't mean that you can give the rest of us orders."
"No," said Peter agreeing with her, "But I am High King and I'm ordering you and Lucy to stay here."
Susan stared at Peter through narrowed eyes. She then turned on her heel and walked out the room. Peter watched her go his hands still on Lucy's shoulders.
"It's not fair," said Lucy suddenly angrily, "Why should you both put your lives in danger and let us stay somewhere safe? Do you have any idea how that makes me and Susan feel?"
She too moved away from Peter and followed Susan out of the room. Peter stood there for a few moments before Edmund spoke.
"That went well," he said. Peter realized that Edmund hadn't actually spoken since Susan and Lucy walked into the room. He turned to face his little brother.
"What?" said Peter, "You think they should come?"
Edmund avoided eye contract, "Well I remember when the Witch held me captive I wanted to fight. I felt I had to fight. To fight against her and to help Aslan defeat her. That's probably how Susan's feeling. Maybe you should let Susan came-"
"And Lucy's going to stay here on her own while all her siblings are fighting in a war," said Peter
Edmund just shrugged, "Susan will came along with your knowledge or not. That I know for sure and maybe even Lucy. All I'm saying is that just because you ordered them to do something doesn't mean there going to do it. Susan is only a year younger then you and well, she may not listen to you, even if you're High King."
A deafening silence finished Edmund's speech. Peter sighed and said, "Your right, Ed."
Edmund's faced him when he said his. "But we can't take the chance," said Peter, "Wars are not for queens, no matter how talented they are. Come, it's time we go."
Peter and Edmund walked down to the stables alone to find Oreius standing in there with a few other soldiers.
"Your majorities," he said bowing low, "I hope you have both had refreshing sleeps."
Edmund grinned slightly, "Not much."
He walked over to Phillip and sighed. Peter looked at him. The last time they had battled the Witch Edmund had almost given his life to save Peter and Peter's inside still squirmed uncomfortable with guilt at the thought.
He turned away from the younger child and mounted his unicorn. She pawed the ground and snorted. Peter smiled and looked down at the white head and stroked her neck. He looked around and nudged the horse towards the stable entrance, just as Edmund mounted Phillip.
The two boys headed out the gates, with Oreius and the other soldiers behind them. The rest of the army was going to met them at the stone table where they could go into the western wood and attack the Witch's hideout.
Just before the brothers had descended through the gates, Edmund had caught sight of two queens and he called to Peter. Peter turned and saw them. His heart threatened to beat out of his chest for how hard it was beating.
Maybe Edmund was right. Maybe they wouldn't be as lucky in this battle as there last. After all they were even more greatly outnumbered then last time. The reality that this may be the last time he saw his sisters was sinking in. He looked at Lucy. The brave little girl who had found this magical land and in a way Lucy had saved them all.
Not just by giving Edmund the vial but by bring the other three to this land helped them realize that they needed each other more then ever. His eyes then went to Susan and she just stood there looking at him. Her raven hair was blowing lightly off her face in the morning breeze. Blue eyes met hazel and the gentle queen wanted to cry more then anything. But she refused the tears.
Peter placed the helmet over his head so he broke the connection with his sister's eyes but he still kept the face part up and just at the last moment saw his parents walk out to join the girls. They looked slightly confused at what was going on. Peter looked at Edmund and saw he had his helmet on already, but his looked awfully heavy and big for the small boy.
Edmund too looked over at Peter and the younger boy grinned at his eldest brother, who returned it before turned his horse around and nudged it into a canter.
Susan stood there feeling as though her heart had been ripped out of her.
"What going on?" asked Helen, who still sounded sleepy, "Where are Peter and Edmund going?"
"It's just not fair, Su," said Lucy who just like Susan, hadn't yet acknowledged their parents, "It's just so not fair."
"I know, Lucy," said Susan sighing.
"What's not fair?" asked Helen, "Susan, Lucy please explain what is happening."
"Maybe," said Lucy, her voice was quiet as though she was uttering a secret, "We could sneak to the battle, but keep out of sight of Peter and Edmund."
Susan turned to face her nine-year-old sister, "No Lucy, we can't sneak to the battle."
Lucy gave Susan a disappointed look, while Henry said slowly, "Battle? What battle?"
The two girls still remained quiet, before Helen started to get a little annoyed, "Susan! Lucy! Someone answer us at once!"
Susan sighed in frustration and began to walk back inside with Lucy close behind her.
"Susan!" said Helen
Susan finally turned around so quickly that Lucy walked straight into her, "Peter and Edmund are going to a battle, alright? Now please, please don't ask anymore questions."
"Battle," stuttered Helen, "You mean like fighting and guns and machinery-"
"No mum," said Lucy, "There fighting with swords. There going to war."
"War?" Henry asked. He turned to his wife, "I will not let our sons fight in a war. Either of them is of age. How could they fight in a war?"
Helen stood rooted to the spot, with her hands over her mouth, "Peter and Edmund are in a war?" she whispered, terrified.
"Look," said Susan, "I know this is a real shock to both of you and I understand but Peter and Edmund are really good fighters. Edmund is smart and he knows what he's doing on a battlefield and nobody in Narnia can match Peter's sword skills. They both practice day and night, so please try not to worry."
She continued to walk down the hall leaving Lucy with a terrified Helen and a shocked Henry. Lucy looked up at her mother and hugged her mother around the waist. Helen looked down and pulled Lucy into a tight hug.
"I will not have my sons fighting in a war. I have seen war and it's to bloody for children," said Henry, "Lucy tell me. Where can I find your brothers?"
Lucy looked up at her father, "It was their choice dad and I don't know where they're going. Susan knows thought, but she won't tell me-"
"Where's Susan? Would she be in her room?" asked Henry
Lucy shook her head, "No. She'd be either in the weaponry room or practicing her archery. Though she doesn't need much practice, she's an excellent archer."
"Archery?" asked Helen, "It's that where you shoot an arrow into a target?"
Lucy nodded and Helen said "Why in the world would Susan want to take up archery?"
"Because that's the gift that Father Christmas gave her. He gave Peter a sword and shield and he gave me a vial that will cure any injury and a dagger."
Helen looked at her youngest daughter in alarm, "A knife? You have a knife?"
"I need to find Susan," Henry interupted. He walked away from his wife and daughter and began to wander the castle. After a while he was sure that he was lost so when he stumbled across a guard, he asked where the weaponry room was.
The guard told him to follow him and pointed down the hallway and said, "The second last door to the left, sir."
"Thank-you," said Henry, smiling kindly and nodding in respect to the guard. He walked to the weaponry room and opened the door.
He walked in to find Susan. But she wasn't dressed in a dress, but men's pants and a tight strapped top made of leather. Her porcine white skin glistened strangely as though it was made of milky white marble. She had a set of arrows on her back and a small sword at her side. Her raven hair was tied back in a ponytail and strands of raven hair had fallen out of it, but she didn't seem to care. She held a bow in her hand and she looked every bit the warrior.
She turned slowly and saw her father but didn't say anything. She walked towards him and walked out the door.
"Susan," said Henry in amazement, "Why are you dressed like that? Where are you going?"
Susan shut her eyes but she continued to walk quickly along the hallway. Here goes nothing, she thought
"I'm going somewhere," said she calmly. Gentle and Calm. That's how she had to play it.
"Dressed like that, I don't think so," said her father, following her, "You don't look much like a queen. More like some sort of warrior-Hang on, you are not going to that war Peter and Edmund have gone to!"
Susan continued to walk, faster and faster and she walked out to the stables.
"Stop right there, young lady," said Henry, obviously angrily now, "Are you listening to me Susan?"
Yes I am father but I not going to follow orders she said mentally, Please just let me be
She walked to a black horse and mounted it.
"Do you hear me, Susan?" said Henry, his voice raising, "Get off that horse at once!"
When Susan took the rains Henry dashed forward and tried to pull his eldest daughter off the horse but Susan was already off, with a trail of dust the only thing she left behind.
Gez, I didn't intend to make the chapter so long, but what I really hate is copying all the chapters to word (I have no time to read them online so I read them later) and there is about 20 chapters. So I made this chapter have about 4 chapters in 1 for all the pplz out there who have the same thing as me.
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