Hey pplz! Thank-you so much to everyone who reviewed! So, now onto chapter 12!
Disclaimer: Own nothing….that is about the 20th time I have written that.
A/N: I think there has been some confusion with the ages of the Pevensies. This is how old they are in this fanfic:
Peter: 15
Susan: 14
Edmund: 11
Lucy: 9
I just wanted to make that clear!
Two days had passed since the battle next to western wood. Whenever Peter and Susan passed each other, Peter would always try to talk to his sister but it was no use. He might as well just try to convince thin air to listen to him.
He supposed this was the way she was dealing with the hurt. It was easier to ignore him then anything else. Edmund sensed the tension whenever his eldest brother and sister were in the same room. He tried to speak to Susan but she didn't want to talk to Peter or about him.
"What in God's name did you do to her?" Edmund had asked Peter, as they walked together to the throne room where they were to meet with the other councils of Narnia.
Peter sighed dramatically and muttered an 'I don't want to talk about it right now.' Or at least that's what Edmund thought he said.
They opened the throne room doors and walked inside. Susan and Lucy sat with the other council members; they both looked up. Lucy smiled cheerfully at her brothers, while Susan looked away slightly.
Edmund sat next to Susan while Peter took his seat on the other side of Lucy.
Siward, the dwarf, cleared his throat, "I have sent word to Archenland. My cousin and King Julo will be here by tomorrow morning. They come with four hundred soldiers."
The High King nodded and thanked Siward.
"And I have been to Calormen," said Aslan, "King Domanic has also agreed with the arrangement and will bring along with him five hundred soldiers. He will be arriving tonight. On one condition,"
Aslan looked over at the Peter, Lucy, Susan and Edmund.
"He requires that a celebration will be made for his arrival," continued Aslan
"Celebration?" said Lucy, "But we would only have a few hours to prepare. How will we get everything done in time?"
"Do not worry, Queen Lucy," said Aslan softly, "I have sent out invites already to all who you four would want coming."
Lucy's face turned from concern to joy in an instance. Having new visitors and a celebration at Cair Paravel was one of Lucy's most favourite pass times.
"I have also had a safe meeting with the Witch," continued Aslan gravely.
The whole room went absolutely quiet. You could have heard a pin drop on the carpeted rug.
"What happen?" Edmund voiced the question that was running through all there minds.
"She is not immortal," said Aslan, and it sounded like everyone had been holding there breath because there was a great sigh of relief from everyone.
"But," said Peter looking puzzled, "Didn't you say that if she had-"
"Yes," said Aslan, his eyes twinkling, "If she had the blood of her foe she would become immortal. But I am the only one who knows how to become immortal, for I was there when the ancient of all ancient magic was created."
Everyone looked slightly puzzled for a moment before Aslan continued, "There is no immortality for her. Her kind is known famously for reawaking from the dead. But it is only once that they have this chance."
"So you mean if we kill her now she will remain dead forever?" asked Susan
Aslan nodded
"But I am still confused, my Lord," said Mr. Beaver, who was also present at the meeting, "You say the blood of her enemy would make her immortal. Why did you tell us that, if it wasn't true."
"Word travels quickly Mr. Beaver," said Aslan, "You see I purposely went around telling everyone that a certain type of blood can make one become immortal. I made sure that one of the Witch's supporters heard what I was saying so she would get the wrong view."
"You mean you set this whole scheme up?" Edmund asked Aslan astonished
Aslan's eyes glowed overly bright, "No all of it King Edmund. After I found the Witch's body gone I got highly suspicious and I started word of a fake rumor. The Witch took the rumor seriously when she heard the words from my own mouth. I just did not expect for her to kidnap you, Susan."
Everyone looked over at Susan, who looked slightly surprised.
"Anyhow," said Aslan, "I have met with the Witch and she has agreed to fight one last time. The winner will have it all. She and her armies will be waiting for you at the place of your first battle."
Peter nodded slowly.
"So," said Farness, the faun, "To battle it is."
All the other council members nodded in agreement.
"I have fifty of the best fauns ready at your command, your Highnesses," he went on, "when shall the battle commence?"
"The Witch has requested that we fight tomorrow evening. I think it's for the best because of King Dominic's request of a celebration the night before," said Aslan
Nothing more happened in the meeting, and soon the other council members were leaving to get ready for the celebrations that would begin soon.
"I must take my leave as well," said Aslan, "But I will be present at the battle tomorrow. Remember King Dominic would want to be impressed, so try as hard as you can to make the evening enjoyable for him."
With that, Aslan slipped quickly from the hall.
"Celebration?" Edmund exclaimed, "On the eve of a battle? What's this guy thinking?"
"Maybe his soldiers won't be at the party," suggested Lucy
"Well I think it's still loony of him," said Edmund
"Oh Ed," said Susan, she stood up and ruffled her brother's hair, "You haven't even met him before. Don't judge so quickly."
"That's my job," said Edmund, "I have to judge him."
Susan couldn't help but smile at her younger brother, she kissed him on the top of his head and said, "Yes, and you're every good at it, Ed."
"Well I suppose we have to get ready for the party," said Lucy, standing up as well. There was an extra glint in her eyes and the happiness and excitement showed on her small face.
"I'll go down to the kitchens to tell the cooks to prepare for a feast," said Edmund and he walked off in the direction of the kitchen
"I'll go tell everyone to help get the castle ready," said Lucy, skipping off
This left Susan and Peter alone. Susan turned and was going to follow Lucy through the main doors when Peter stopped her.
"Su, please," he begged her
However she pulled her arm from his grip and was about to leave when he took her firmly by the shoulders and pulled her around to face him.
"Susan this is ridiculous. You're being immature-" said Peter
"I'm being immature?" she hissed, "You're the one scared of being caught."
"Yes," said Peter, "Yes I am, but I'm more scared of the consciences."
"Well that's exactly why I don't want to talk to you. You always think of the consciences. Always. I just can't handle it," she turned and walked to the door.
Looking back she said, "You told me that you loved me, remember? Well it defiantly doesn't seem true."
She opened the door and walked out, leaving Peter staring at the place she had stood.
The celebrations began happily, with the arrival of King Dominic and his soldiers went smoothly. Though Peter couldn't help but notice that Dominic was awestruck by Susan, no doubt it was her beautiful features. Peter tried to ignore the sickening feeling in the pit of his stomach, especially when he heard his mother whisper to Susan that he is the sort of man she should marry.
His parents had become a lot 'calmer' in the last day or so. According to Edmund, Aslan had spoken with them to get them to allow there children to rule freely.
Susan knew Peter had heard what Helen had said. She gave him a vengeance look and said so he would hear her clearly, "Yes, I agree with you mother."
When everyone had eaten, the dancing and music had began and Peter couldn't ignore the jealousy that creeping into his heart. He watched out the corner of his eye as Dominic approached Susan. He said something to her and she laughed melody. Peter turned his head slightly and watched as Dominic offered his hand, and she took the offer without question and gave him one of her prettiest smiles.
Peter turned around to speak to Lucy, but before he knew it, she had grabbed his hand and laughing happily, pulled him to his feet and towards the dance floor. He didn't really feel in the mood for dancing but he supposed he could handle it for Lucy.
By the time Peter had finished dancing with Lucy, he had forgotten all this problems and was feeling happier then he had in days. He collapsed in the chair next to Edmund. Edmund grinned at him and said, "I see Lucy's worked her magic."
"What are you talking about?" asked Peter
Edmund shook his head and looked up in surprise when Lucy appeared in front of them and grabbed the youngest boy's hand and began to pull him to his feet.
"Your turn," said Peter grinning at him
He watched as Lucy led Edmund to the dance floor and couldn't help but laugh as Edmund and Lucy crashed into another dancing couple. He scanned the hall and his eyes landed on Susan and Dominic and a strange feeling swept over him. His eyes lingered there to long. Susan's hazel ones met his and a look of anger flashed in them. She dropped her glaze and, fully aware he was still watching her, she leaned forward kissed Dominic softly on the cheek.
Peter looked away. Hurt and anger filled him. But he wouldn't break, that was exactly what Susan wanted and Peter knew it. Instead he got to his feet and walked over to the table that had drinks on it and picked one up.
"No, no we don't have any of that sort around here," he froze when he heard Susan's voice.
He closed his eyes and turn around casually.
"Oh Peter," said Susan, her voice was pleasant but fire blazed in her eyes, "I was just telling Dominic about how we don't have any practice rings or shooting targets inside the castle. It's rather lucky we don't, we might end up breaking something."
"Oh I'm sure if you're careful-" Dominic began
"Oh, no," said Susan, "Trust me, Peter's very good at breaking things."
She looked at him, her expression was blank and her eyes were suddenly dull. Peter looked at her for a few seconds longer before addressing the Calormen King.
"I hope your enjoying the celebration," said Peter, smiling at Dominic
"I am," said Dominic, "Every much indeed."
"Susan!" they all heard a shout from the side of the dance floor. It was Lucy. She beckoned her older sister to her.
"Excuse me," said Susan smiling and she walked to the youngest Queen.
"I've been meaning to ask Peter," said Dominic, "How old is your sister?"
"Susan or Lucy?" asked Peter
"Queen Susan," said Dominic simply
"She fourteen," said Peter. He eyed Dominic as the Calormen King nodded slowly.
"Why do you need to know?" Peter asked. He was suspicious, but he kept his face and tone pleasant.
"Curiosity I suppose," said Dominic, giving the High King an unreadable smile.
"I was wondering," he continued, "Does she belong to anyone?"
Peter, who had been taking a sip from his drink, chocked a little.
"Does she belong to anyone?" repeated Peter
Dominic nodded, "Does she belong to a man?"
Peter continued to eye him, trying not to show any hesitation on his face. He didn't really know how to answer that question.
"No, I don't suppose so," he began slowly, "but-"
"Excellent," said Dominic, suddenly beaming with a smile that made Peter feel uncomfortable.
"Well I appreciate your hospitality," said Dominic, "I am very much enjoying the evening. Please, excuse me; I must be getting back to your sister."
Peter watched as the King walked away from him and headed in the direction of his siblings. The jealously was still there, but most of it had been replaced by an uneasy feeling. He really needed to talk to Susan; something wasn't right with the way Dominic was smiling.
He watched as Dominic spoke to Edmund, who like Peter, eyed him. However Edmund was much less kind and he let his suspicious thoughts of the Calormen King show on his face. Peter thought it might be best if he went to join the two before Edmund said something he wasn't supposed to.
As he approached he saw Dominic turned away from his brother, about to walk away, when Edmund muttered something under his breath. Dominic seemed to have heard him because he turned around to face the 11-year-old with a furious expression on his face.
"What did you say," Dominic roared suddenly. The buzzing of laughter, talk and music suddenly stopped in the hall and everyone turned to witness the scene.
Edmund, taken aback, blink in slight surprise before saying, "What makes you think that I said anything about you?"
"I heard the words come from our own mouth, your traitorous, lying little beast," roared Dominic. What happened next was just too quick. Dominic unshielded his sword and before Edmund could move swung at the boy.
Edmund ducked before Dominic could behead him, poked his tongue out at the older King and ran towards the food table. Dominic's face was resolved with outrage and he ran after Edmund, sword out. Everyone in the hall was watching the chase, even the servants.
As the chase began Dominic shoved people aside to try and get to Edmund, while the youngest King on the other hand found a use for his small figure. He slipped easily through the crowd and the only thing that was helping Dominic follow Edmund was the boy's amused laugh.
Dominic chased Edmund around in a circle, before Edmund found himself again at the food table. Suddenly Dominic's guards appeared out of nowhere to block his path, looking behind him the boy saw Dominic come up behind him. Edmund looked at the food table and felt he had no choice.
He jumped up on a chair and onto the table and dodging the millions of plates that were on there he jumped off and ran into the first few people in the crowd. Dominic, attempting to follow him, took the same root.
However the King slipped in a plate of salad and fall forward and squash! His face landed in a bowl of creamy soup. The whole hall was silent for a few moments before, one by one everyone started to laugh.
The other three Pevensies hurried to the front and all four of the children began to laugh. Dominic's soldiers rushed forward to help the red and cream faced King up, however Dominic shoved them off, accepted a cloth by one of the Narnian servants and wiped his face clean.
Breathing heavily, he then gave Edmund a dirty look and began to make his away out of the hall. Edmund had tears of laughter rolling down his cheeks and he looked up at Peter. Peter secretly praised the younger boy and watched as the Calormen guest began to leave the hall.
"You don't think they'll leave before the battle?" asked Edmund
"Well," said Susan, "I expect they will, now you have offended him. I better go and make sure he doesn't leave."
"What's going on?" asked Henry coming up behind his children, "Edmund what did you cause such commotion for?"
Edmund just laughed, while Henry continued, "Come, tell me all about it. Oh and Lucy, your mother wants to see you."
Lucy nods and the younger siblings nod a farewell to there older brother and sister. Seeing the exit of Dominic and the Calormen guest, mostly everyone else was leaving as well. There celebrations were over.
The eldest siblings are quiet for a moment before Susan looks at her brother. He's watching her and for a moment Susan's eyes met Peter's and he sees a mixture of love and hurt there.
"Susan," he said softly, walking to her, but she backed away from him.
"I have to make sure that Dominic doesn't leave," she says and she walks away from him.
Peter sighed, from both annoyance and exhaustion. He decided it would be best if he went to bed. Even if he didn't sleep, he needed to have some rest for tomorrow's battle.
However half an hour later, Peter was still dressed. He had seen most of his guests off, with Edmund and Lucy. Peter suspected that Susan was with Dominic. The thought made his stomach swirl with worry and jealously.
After all the guests had been seen off, the three monarchs returned to the throne room, where they found their sister and parents.
As Peter, Edmund and Lucy entered, all three turned around. Susan looked somewhat miserable, while Henry looked slightly worried and Helen had a face of delight.
"Oh, there three are," said Henry
"What's going on?" Lucy asked, looking at her sister and parents.
"You won't believe what's happened," said Helen
"Well, it mustn't be anything good," said Edmund, his eyes on Susan, "You're not every happy."
"What?" asked Helen, "Of course she's happy! It's wonderful!"
"What's wonderful," asked Peter
Susan raised her eyes and ran them over the younger two and finally rested on Peter, she then moved them to the floor, "I getting married."
A ringing silence was the only answer Susan got from her siblings. Helen beamed with pride and Henry continued to look worried.
"Well," said Helen, addressing Peter, Edmund and Lucy, "Aren't you going to say anything?"
Another short silence followed before Lucy spoke, "Wow."
"Yeah, you can say that again," said Edmund.
Peter continued to stare at Susan. His voice didn't seem to be working right now. He felt like he was going to through up. His heart had been ripped out and thrown to the dogs, to be ripped into a thousand pieces.
Edmund glanced sideward at his eldest brother and recognizing his silence, spoke, "Who are you marrying?"
"King Dominic," said Helen proudly, when Susan didn't answer.
Edmund's eyes narrowed at this and he said, "Dominic. But Susan, you don't even know him, what are you marrying him for?"
"Because he said he'd join the Witch's army and help defeat us if I didn't agree with it. And you didn't help circumstances either by upsetting him Ed," said Susan sadly
"But you do realise that if you marry him, he'll get to rule as a Narnian King and you will have to leave Narnia and live in Calormen," said Edmund
"What would you rather have?" snapped Susan, "Narnia fall into the hands of the Witch or Dominic."
"But what about Peter?" blurted Lucy suddenly. Everyone turned to look at her in surprise, especially Peter and Susan
"What about him?" asked Susan. Her voice was light and but she felt panic fill her. How did Lucy find out? Oh please, please let Edmund have kept his mouth shut, PLEASE!
Peter and Edmund watched as silent communication was exchanged between sisters as Lucy's brown eyes met Susan's hazel ones.
"Of course," said Susan slowly, as she took he eyes from the youngest to the eldest, "You're High King, am I allowed to marry Dominic?"
Peter felt his heart beating out of his chest. He looked at his parents. Helen stood there beaming, awaiting Peter's answer, but Henry's eyes caught his son's.
Peter and Henry continued to look at each other.
Don't do it Henry's eyes told him Say no, say no, say no!
Peter kept his eyes on his father for a moment longer, and then turned back to the rest of his family.
"Yes," said Peter, "You have my permission."
Edmund and Lucy looked at him in surprise as did Henry and Susan
"Well you don't have mine," said Henry angrily, "You are my daughter Susan and you are only fourteen years old! It absolutely ludicrous!"
"Dad please," Susan begged, "Narnia will be under threat. We almost lost the last time; please don't make it be a repeat of it."
"Yes dear," said Helen, "Their land is under threat! Susan has no other choice."
"No other choice!" blurted Edmund, "Don't you think that Narnia deserves to be ruled by people who care about the land and its people for more then six months?" he turned to Susan, "The only reason Dominic wants to marry you is so he can have the throne! I bet he can see nothing past your crown or looks. You might want to think about before you go off and screw somebody just because they threaten to fight against Narnia."
He said nothing more, but turned and stomped angrily from the room. Susan stood shocked into silence (they all were) staring after her younger brother. Even thought she loved her sister very much, Lucy couldn't help but agree with Edmund and she told Susan this.
"Su, Ed's right," she said quietly, "I would rather fight in a losing battle then have my sister marry somebody who can take control of Narnia."
Lucy then too, turned and followed Edmund out the room. Susan now had tears in her eyes and the eldest two looked at each other. Peter could see just as much hurt and pain on her face as there was in his heart. He hesitated and was about to say something when Susan spoke first.
"You don't have to say anything. I know you hate me too, more then Lucy and Edmund do."
She too walked past him and let the room. Peter looked at his parents and before either of them spoke, Peter followed suit his brother and sisters. However he didn't walk to his own chamber he headed to the southern wing to find Susan's room.
He was about to knock on the door when it opened, Susan looked up at him and cross her arms. Her eyes were slightly red, there were tear stains on her porcelain cheeks and her eyes watered slightly.
"Go on," she said, "Say your words of hate."
She watched his face crumbed in compassion and he said gently, "I don't hate you Su."
But he realized he shouldn't have said that because she threw up her hands in frustration and moved past him into the corridor.
'Why can't you be angry or hurt or upset? Why do have always have to be so noble and not hate anyone," she began to pace in frustration, "I'm going to marry Dominic, you gave your permission for that. I mean, I would have thought that you would have said no, but I was very much mistaken. Maybe you're right, maybe we should stop our feelings. Maybe I shouldn't have come to your room that night…"
Peter looked up at her. She was still pacing, a stressed and irritated expression lay on her face. He walked slowly towards her and stopped in front of the small space she was pacing.
"Su, stop," he grabbed her arm so she would stop, "I was hurt and upset and angry when you said you were going to marry Dominic. I gave my permission because you seemed to be really happy with him at the party tonight. I thought it would be best if we didn't spend much time around each other, because I thought that time could make things easier."
Susan watched him for a few moments longer before closing the space between them, placing both hands on his cheeks and kissed him. The kiss went on and on, either wanting to pull away, but in the end Susan torn her lips away from her brother's.
"Whether I marry him or not, I won't give up on you. Never," she said softly, "Even if I have to live with the sin of incest and unfaithfulness."
Peter eyes widened when he realized what she was saying. He looked down at her, maybe if they did; maybe if they kept it as much as a secret as possible, maybe just maybe he could yield to her…
Susan looked Peter straight in the eyes and said, "Do not deny me."
Peter felt his breathing quicken, his eyes searched hers and he found no trance of hurt, anger, confusion, just love.
So he gave in. After so God Dame long he finally gave in, gave in to the fantasies. With hungry kisses between them and as she led him into her room and shut the door, somebody stirred in the shadows.
That somebody had followed Peter to Susan's room watched them come to a conclusion, heard every word that was said. And, who may you ask is this somebody?
Their mother, Helen Pevensie…
HANGCLIFF, I know I'm so mean! I hate it when people write cliffhangers, but at least Peter and Susan finally have sex. Yes they actually do, but I'm not writing it. Now I'm kinda stuck for what should come next, does anyone have any ideas? Chapter 13 will be up soon as I finish writing it!