Hi everyone! I hope you're enjoying the story! Thank-you to everyone who has reviewed! I enjoyed reading them all.
I am so sorry this chapter took so long. Reality got in the way and I kinda lost inspiration in the story but you all encouraged me to continue. I'm thinking of finishing up with Narnia fan fics for a while, but don't worry I will finish all my fics before I go.
….Roxy oxoxo
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It was still dark when Susan awoke. She laid still for a while and blinked to wake herself up. She looked over at her right and watched her lover for a moment. She moved over and softly pushed the fallen blonde strands from his hair off his forehead and kissed it lightly. She sat up and pulled a sheet from her bed around herself and got out of bed, as quietly as she could. She sighed and felt slightly nauseous.
She stood and walked to her bedroom baloney and saw the creek of pink on the Narnian horizon. Wrapping the bed cloth tighter around her, she shivered as the cool morning air, touched her shoulders.
She didn't know how long she stood there for. There were about a million thoughts running through her mind. The events of the previous night were no more then a blur to her, yet at the same time she could see what had happened as though she had just relived it.
The main parts were heat, touch, lips and passion. She wondered if her fingernail and teeth imprints were still on Peter's shoulder. She remembered him hesitating at first, but she had begged him and he had allowed himself to slip inside her.
Yes, she thought, it had been a bit uncomfortable at first. Just a little bit of pain at the start, but she had got used to it and enjoyed the feeling that she would die from the pleasure of the ordeal.
She tried to get used to the idea that she had lost her virginity to her older brother. But she didn't really care that Peter was her sibling, though a lot of people would, but they never-need-know. She loved him and that was all that mattered.
She was interrupted by her musing as she heard stirring from her room. She smiled and knew Peter was awake. She heard rustling and moments later she felt a pair of warm hands on her arms and next soft lips lightly kiss along her shoulder.
"You okay?" he asked her
Susan nodded and turned and was surprised to see that he was already dressed. Not really, he just wore a tunic and pants.
"You leaving already?" she exclaimed
He nodded and said, "Su, now that you're marring Dominic, I can't be seen coming out of your room by anyone. Not even Ed or Lu."
"I'm not going to marry him," said Susan, almost defensively
"You will Su," said Peter firmly, "You told him you would. You can't change your mind now…"
"You can't make me," she replied, glaring at him, "I won't do it, I won't!"
Peter sighed, but said nothing more, just kissed her cheek and began to walk from the room. However he stopped before his hand reached the door knob.
"Hey, Su," he said, Susan looked up at him, "no regrets?"
She smiled and said sweetly, "of course."
He returned her smile and walked from the room.
The next time the older siblings meet was in the throne room. They were supposed to meet with the Calormen and the new arrivals, Archenland. However when Susan entered the throne room, nobody was there besides her siblings and parents. As soon as she entered the room she could sense the ice and tension in the air.
Lucy and Edmund were quiet, Henry looked weary and Helen seemed very tight-lipped. Only she and Peter were able to make eye contact.
"I've changed my mind," she said, "I'm not going to marry Dominic."
Everyone seemed to come back into life. The youngest two looked up in surprised, Peter gave her a pleading look, Henry smiled slightly and Helen looked between surprise and outrage.
"What?" said Edmund
"I'm not going to marry him," she repeated
Susan watched as Edmund and Lucy's faces lit up in an instance and both ran and hugged their older sister. She looked at her father who glanced sideward at Helen before giving his daughter a small wink, Peter's face was hard to read; he looked relived but also annoyed, while Helen rose from the table, a look of outright on her face.
"You will marry him," she hissed, interrupting the moment of joy
Everyone looked at her. Her eyes were narrowed and she reminded Susan of a snake.
"But mum," said Susan, "I don't want-"
But she was again interrupted by Helen, who slammed her fist on the table, making the plates tremble. Everyone recoiled when she did this; she hardly ever lost her temper. Peter shook and pushed his chair from the table and got up.
"Please mum," he said, "Archenland will be here any moment-"
"And you!" Helen suddenly shrieked to Peter, making Edmund and Lucy jump out of their skins, "How dare you! How dare you intoxicate her mind!"
Peter looked slightly confused for a moment, "What are you talking-" But he every got go finish this sentence because Helen had slapped him across the cheek, with all the moral strength she had. Peter looked at his mother with hurt reflecting in his blue eyes. They watched as Peter's pale cheek turned pink.
"Peter you are the eldest!" she shrieked at him, "You're supposed to have responsibility! Susan would have never have done it, I know her! I'm guessing you forced her into it! You disgust me! How dare you make her commit incest! I will show you want to get for it!"
She moved towards Peter, but Susan got there first. She moved between her mother and lover and said, "Mum, it was my fault to! Actually it was mostly my fault! I got him jealous on purpose! I was the one to seduce him, I swear it."
Peter knew now that she was lying, he went to open his mouth but Helen hissed at him to get out of her sight. Peter looked at his father who gave him a helpless expression. Henry had been the ear to his wife all of last night, which was why he was tired, although he did not feel as angry towards his oldest son and daughter as he should.
Helen stared at her eldest daughter, with a blank expression, before she whispered, "Get out of my sight."
"Mum," Edmund piped up, "This is our castle, we rule here. Peter, Susan, Lucy and I. I think you might be forgetting that again. Besides, we should be meeting with the Archenlanders any minute now."
As if on cue, trumpets bleared and the sound of hundreds of horses' hooves could be heard. Despite the situation the Pevensie family was in, Lucy smiled excitably.
"There here," she said breathlessly, "come on."
Without another word she grabbed Edmund's hand and beckoned to the others and pulled her older brother out the room, who was closely followed by Susan and Peter.
"You should not have done that," Peter whispered to Susan
"Oh stop it," she rolled her eyes, "Like Edmund said, we have authority there. Not them."
"Yes, but-"
"High King Peter!" boomed a voice
Peter looked up and saw a rather big man with a pink, friendly face re-saddle from his horse. The Narnian royals expected he was the Archenland King and they instantly took a liking to him.
"King Julo," said Peter, bowing to the older man, "Thank-you so much for coming to help us. We are all very grateful."
"My pleasure," he boomed
"This is my brother, King Edmund and my sisters, Queen Lucy and Queen Susan," Peter said
The younger siblings bowed to King Julo, who did the same.
"An honor to meet all of you," he said, "Now, to business. When shall we ride to battle?"
"This evening," replied Peter, "Would you and your men like refreshments?"
King Julo looked back at his soldiers and replied, "Yes. It's been a long journey for us all."
Susan and Lucy beckoned servants and soon King Julo was in the Great Hall with the two younger Kings.
"Please forgive me," said King Julo, "but I must question your decision to call aid to Calormen. I myself have doubts…"
"About King Dominic?" Peter asked
"Yes," nodded Julo
"Yeah, he's a snitch," said Edmund, "He tried to make Susan marry him! Stupid prat!"
"Edmund!" said Peter; however King Julo just laughed.
"Not to worry," said Julo, waving his hand, "I am sure many would agree with you King Edmund."
Edmund opened his mouth to say something but a scream that ringed through the castle bet him to it. All three Kings turned around as the double doors swung open and a blood covered servant ran forward.
"Your majesties," he gasped, "Calormen. Killing everyone. We can't hold them off."
He then fall to the floor and red liquid oozed from his stomach, staining his clothes.
"Traitors!" cried Julo. A familiar horn sound filled their ears. Almost instantly Edmund jumped to his feet and pulled out his sword.
Peter and Julo did the same as they raced down to the front of the castle. It looked like Cair Paravel was having its own little battle. Peter spotted Lucy running in between people, stabbing her dagger in all the right places. Susan took aim and shot down a Calormen solider who was about to slice her in half. The three Kings raced into the battle and began to chop and slice their enemy.
Calormen was almost defeated when disaster stuck again. As the last of the Calormen were chopped down a familiar drumming caught their ears. Peter turned around slowly to the front gates. On the edge of the horizon he could make out an army. Even though he could not see their faces he knew who it was. He could feel it. He had had this same feeling before. Before his first ever battle. Before he had come face-to-face with the Witch to take revenge for striking down his brother.
It was the Witch's army that approached Cair Paravel.
"Holy Shit," Peter muttered. The Witch had once again tricked them all. She was coming to fight for the right to rule over Narnia here and now, too many hours early.
"Peter!" he turned around and saw Edmund coming towards him, "She's coming. It's her."
"Yes. I know," he saw, "Julo!"
The King looked up.
"I need you and your remaining men up front, with you and me. Edmund will take the Narnian army and be stationed at the gates," called Edmund.
King Julo nodded and began to round up his remaining warriors.
"Ed," said Peter, turning back around to his brother, "Find any Narnian that survived. Stay back at the gates. Keep them locked behind you. I will meet them head first. You will be any backup we need and I think we will need it. But remember, we have to stop them from entering Cair Paravel at all costs."
Edmund nodded and went on Peter's orders, for once. Peter looked around. He had to find Lucy and Susan. He spotted Lucy at the gates, she was giving her cordial to the injured at usual. Susan walked among the fallen, with a sad expression on her. He went over to her. She looked up at his presents.
"I need you to stay back with Edmund. When they come towards you fire arrows and don't stop until you have to use combat. Lucy will come with me. Up front," he said, although he didn't recognize his voice.
She nodded, "I'll go tell her." Her voice was strange. It sounded distanced and confused. Like as though she was in a dream.
"Hey," he said more gently, catching her arm, "Are you alright?"
"Yeah, Yeah, I'll be fine. I mean, I am fine," her voice didn't change and she left to go and talk to Lucy.
He watched her walk away and turned to see to his duties.
Thanks to Lucy's healing cordial, most of the Narnian and Archenland soldiers were back on their feet and the numbers of their army increased. Peter, Lucy and Julo rode at the front. The Archenland warriors behind them.
Peter felt a lump in his throat, but he swallowed it. They'll be fine, he told himself, they will be fine. Yet he could not but help feel a little anxious for his brother and sisters. The bloody night images came to his mind; gore, blood, flesh…
No, stop being a moron, he told himself, you got a battle to concentrate on.
He shook his head and took a quiet deep breath. He looked over at Lucy. She sat stiff on her horse, her knuckles were white as she clasped the reins and her jaw was locked. Her eyes were a brighter brown then usual and her cheeks a little bit more rosy.
"You alright, Lu?" he asked his little sister
She seemed to jump and she turned to him and smiled a little too forcefully, "I'm okay."
Truth was she felt like she was going to throw up. Her stomach was in knots and her eyes felt dry, even though she was blinking. It will be okay, she told herself, Edmund taught me a lot of good battle moves. And I have my cordial…
The Witch and her army came into clear view and Peter pulled out his sword. But at that moment he froze. Not because of her presents, or the size of her army but from the companions on either side of her…
Alright, I know, another cliff hanger. ;)
But hey, you love me for it. I apologies again about his chapter taking so long. Chapter 14 may take a while. To tell you the truth I'm kinda losing inspiration in this story, but I will finish it, just for you fine people!
So review and tell me what you think! Chapter 14 will come…eventually…I swear.