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So, the poll is now posted in my profile but this chapter serves either way. If you guys choose option A (the series of one-shots), this will just be a one-shot. If you guys choose option B, this chapter is going to be the start of what would have happened if Susan had stayed in Narnia. (For more info about this, please check the previous chapter aka my author's note.)

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Chapter 3. "Back To You."

"You too, huh?"

Susan smiled thinly at Peter before closing their study door behind her. "Well, Aslan must have a good reason to meet us, right?"

Both of them tried to hide their nerves and their fear, as a slightly tense silence fell amongst them.

It was weird to have been summoned to their own study by the Great Lion but if anything, that's the place the two oldest Monarchs of Old would have chosen for an important conversation such as the one they were about to have so they didn't think about it too much.

No one had told them what this was about.

Susan and Peter knew, though.

And they were equally dreading and looking forward to hearing the answer to a question they'd been asking themselves ever since they made it back to Narnia.

As if on cue, both siblings moved to more comfortable positions, Susan sitting straight on their sofa while Peter moved again to his place by the windowsill.

"Do you think we will get to choose this time?" Peter finally asked quietly as he leaned forward on his seat, resting his arms on his knees.

Susan shook her head. "I don't know. I do hope that whatever world we're sent to, we at least get to stay there for good."

At that, Peter glared accusingly at his sister. "So, you would be okay staying in England forever? Is that what you're saying?"

Susan raised her arms in defeat, her tone defensive in response to her brother's anger. "I don't regret anything okay? Not my life in England and specially, not my life in Narnia. But if I don't get to choose where I want to be, then I want the rest of my existence to be as little painful as possible! If I have to leave again...then at least I can work on easing my pain in England knowing that at least, I won't hurt that much again, since I won't have to leave Narnia again."

Peter stood up at that, his tone dropping as he took notice of his sister's defeated stance. "What about Caspian?"

Susan shot him an unimpressed look. "You've always hated my relationship with Caspian, why do you care?"

"Because you're my sister and I want you to be happy!" Peter exclaimed hotly. Susan only sighed in response before glancing at the fire.

"I think we've gotten to grow as people every time we've made it to Narnia, wouldn't you say?" Susan asked softly without taking her eyes off the flames. Peter nodded silently and walked to sit on the ground beside her. "During that year in which we didn't know if we would be coming back, I missed my life here but also the woman that I was. Brave, strong and a leader. I wasn't those things before, in England, so I feared that, the longer we stayed there, the weaker I would get."

"You're all of that, though. If Queen Susan the Gentle is a warrior queen, that's because you, my sister, are exactly that. You are the strongest person I know, with or without a crown on your head or an army at your back," Peter argued fervently.

Susan smiled gratefully and patted her brother's arm. "I know that now, and that's what assures me that I will be fine, whether I stay in Narnia or England. Or at least I would, if it wasn't for-."

"Caspian," Peter cut his sister off, smiling understandingly when she sighed sadly. "Because you love him."

Slowly, Susan nodded as she finally looked at him. Her eyes were hesitant as she allowed herself to admit her feelings for the first time to the brother who had shown more negative feelings towards the Telmarine. "I do. I love Caspian."

"Well, I think I've heard enough, wouldn't you agree?"

Both siblings scrambled to their feet, their eyes widening as they spotted Aslan calmly sitting on his hind legs behind them.

"My Liege," Peter nervously replied as he and Susan eyed each other before kneeling respectfully. "We apologise for our rude lack of greeting. We should have paid better attention."

"Rise, Susan and Peter, High King and Queen of Narnia." Aslan replied warmly, the ghost of a smile on his lips. "Now, I will have none of that, Peter. Your conversation has given me the information I needed to make my decision. I apologise for eavesdropping, of course."

Susan glanced at her brother nervously before looking at the Great Lion with a confused frown. "I'm sorry, Your Majesty, but I don't understand."

Aslan nodded understandingly. "Of course, dear one. Until recently, I thought your brother and yourself had reached an age in which you had nothing else to learn in Narnia, which is why I was planning to send you back to England for good, so you could become even greater people there."

Peter and Susan paled at that but then, Aslan's reply dawned on them.

"What are your current plans, Your Majesty?" Susan asked hesitatingly, her voice betraying a note of anxiety.

Aslan truly smiled at that, knowing for sure then that He had made the right decision.

"I have been watching you for a long time, my dear children," Aslan replied, his voice cheerful, "And I have come to realise that your lives and hearts are here, so it would be cruel of me to send you back without asking where you belong. You know that more than I do, after all."

Peter cleared his throat as he thought of what he wanted to ask, hope flickering inside of him the longer he listened to Aslan. "What are you saying exactly, My Liege?"

Aslan rose to his full height again, his voice even clearer and warmer as he proclaimed his promise. "Peter and Susan, I have come to a decision. Choose the home you want to stay in for the rest of your lives, England or Narnia, and I'll make sure to help you become the best versions of yourselves in either one of them. You're ready for me to leave your fate in your hands."

Caspian walked from one end to the other of the throne room as he waited anxiously for Peter and Susan to join him.

They had both requested a short meeting with him in that room, from where they were supposed to head towards the courtyard to speak to the Telmarines.

They didn't say what it was about nor did they have to.

Caspian knew.

Equal amounts of hope and fear fought within him, waiting impatiently to be released as Caspian waited for the answer to the question he had been asking himself ever since he became friends with the Pevensie siblings.

He sighed as he finally sat on the steps leading to the throne. The truth was that the Pevensie had become the family he never knew he could have, even Peter.

All his life, Caspian had been on his own. He had had a father who had only cared about instructing him to be a good Telmarine heir. Other than Professor Cornelius, there had been nobody else, and even that relationship had a tone of formality because of who Caspian was that he had tried to get rid off, to no avail.

Peter, Edmund and Lucy, they were his siblings in every sense of the word. They fought and they were angry with each other at times but they loved each other and they had each other's backs, no matter what.

Peter had entered Caspian's life as his clear opponent. However, Caspian knew he could be stubborn and hot headed at times so in a way, the two kings made a good team, as they were so different they could point out any mistakes in the other's plans or strategies.

If Peter was completely different from him, then Edmund was his best friend and his greatest partner when strategizing because of how similar they both were. Edmund made up for what Caspian lacked in experience. What Edmund lacked in knowledge about the current Narnia, that's where Caspian thrived. Edmund had been the first to accept him into their group and for that, Caspian was eternally grateful.

Lucy was the little sister he had always wanted to have. She had the innocent, hopeful, bright mind Caspian, due to everything he had gone through, had lost when he was younger. She had shown Caspian what it was to have an understanding, loving sister and slowly, she had helped heal the wounds his own family had left in his heart every time they had deceived or rejected him.

Just then, Peter and Susan entered the chamber, talking amongst themselves quietly but frowning at the frantic Telmarine king as he looked up at them.

Peter chuckled lightly, unused to seeing their friend so dishevelled. "You look like hell, Caspian."

Caspian laughed wearily as he stood and ran a hand through his long hair. "Yes, well, it's been a hectic couple of days."

Susan smiled at that as she advanced towards the telmarine king. "Well, hopefully, our news will help with that."

Caspian frowned, not daring to be hopeful. "What do you mean?"

The two Monarchs Of Old glanced at each other. Finally, Susan smiled at her brother and Peter took a step forward as he addressed Caspian.

"Aslan has given me and Susan the opportunity to choose where we want to spend the rest of our lives. My second journey in Narnia was about fighting against my insecurities and the privilege being High King gave me. I've grown and now, I can accept another man, you, being in charge, because I know you have as much of a chance as I did to be the great High King that Narnia needs you to be."

Caspian's eyes widened as he took into his friend's words, shook by the weight implied in them. "But you are High King."

Peter shook his head with a smile as he patted Caspian on the shoulder. "Once a King, always a King, but I'm stepping down. You will be High King Caspian the Seafarer, and I will stand beside you as a king under your command."

"So you're staying." Caspian breathed with relief. He glanced shortly at Susan before looking at Peter again. "What about Ed and Lu?"

"They are not ready to choose just yet," Susan replied instead with a sad smile. "They're going back to England for now. Aslan is talking to them as we speak."

Caspian shook his head as he grieved shortly for the departure of his dear best friends but he couldn't dwell on that for too long. Not while the more pressing question was one he didn't have an answer to just yet.

He looked again at Susan, his voice dropping as his nerves betrayed him. "And you?"

Peter cleared his throat before patting Caspian's shoulder again and kissing his sister's cheek. "I'll give you two a moment. I'll be with Ed and Lu when you're done."

Silence ensued as the High King of Old made his way out of the throne room as quickly as he could, his sister following his departure with her gaze. Meanwhile, Caspian studied Susan, admiring how her white and sky blue dress complimented her lovely clear eyes but mostly, he took in her relaxed posture, her easy smile and her straight, even relieved posture.

Susan finally turned around to look at Caspian again, her heart quivering as she noticed how lovingly he was looking at her.

"Once I resigned myself to knowing I would be going back once this was over, I managed to be okay with it. This journey, for me, was accepting that I had a life in Narnia and in England so, as long as I was alive and with the people I loved, then I would be okay," Susan began slowly but trailed off, faltering when she noticed how patiently Caspian was listening to her, his eyes warmer than ever.

Part of why she was such an excellent warrior queen was because of how sheltered her emotions were. Everything she had been through had made her resilient, tough and almost impossible to break.

So it had been surprising when she had ran into this telmarine prince clad in his pajamas at a clearing in the middle of a hostile forest and her heart was won over instantly.

She had been struggling with herself ever since running into Caspian, trying to decide between her brain and her heart. Trying to decide which to follow so she could save herself whilst being the happiest she could be.

It had been useless.

She should have known she didn't have her heart anymore. Her heart was his, and she would follow him anywhere.

So, despite not being used to opening herself, she had no trouble continuing her speech, knowing they were the truest words she had ever spoken.

She took a step forward as she allowed herself to look at her king with all the love she felt for him. "Then I met you. You were filthy and rude towards my brother but you saw me for who I truly am. You challenged me, supported me and cared for me in a way I never thought I would know. You saw past my beauty and you made me a better woman than I imagined. I know I could live without you, because I'm strong, but I love you. I've loved you since the moment we met and I don't want to leave you. I don't ever want to leave you."

Silence surrounded them as Caspian slowly processed everything she said. He barely noticed how tears rolled down his cheeks, how his hands ached with the need to hold her, how his heart beat rapidly in his chest, overwhelmed by the love he felt for her.

Susan was everything to him. She was gentle, loving and kind and he could think of no one he would rather have beside him.

And, at last, he could tell her exactly that.

So, slowly, almost careful not to ruin the moment, Caspian walked towards Susan and reach to hold her face in his hands. Susan smiled tearfully at him as they looked deep into each other's eyes.

It was then that Caspian finally smiled, happier than he had ever been. "You won't ever have to. I've loved you ever since you entered into my life, snapping at Peter, and I've only come to love you more ever since. I don't want to be anywhere but right by your side."

"Good," Susan whispered before reaching up to kiss him longingly. She smiled into the kiss before hugging him tightly. "Because I'm staying right here."

Caspian leaned forward to kiss her again but just then, they were interrupted.

Oh, the joy of having a family.

"Can you two tone down the cuteness? I'm about to be sick."

Susan pulled away from Caspian's arms to glare at her older brother. Edmund and Lucy stood behind him, both sad about leaving, yet happy for their sister and best friend. "You ruined the moment, Peter."

"Well, it isn't as if you had more time. We need to talk to the telmarines." Peter retorted exasperatedly, though secretly happy for his sister and thankful for Caspian, as Susan was finally happy again because of him.

And at least, he wouldn't have to deal with secret glances and romantic tension anymore.

He hoped.

Susan opened her mouth to retaliate but Caspian chose that moment to intervene. He wrapped his arms around the queen's waist and leaned forward to whisper into her ear. "He has a point, my love. Besides, it isn't as if we can't continue this later."

Susan looked up at her love. "Promise?"

Caspian chuckled and leaned forward to kiss her temple. "I swear."

And with that, the High King and Queen of the New Narnia departed the throne room, their hands interlocked, their souls merry and their hearts mended at last.

I actually kind of think Peter would choose to leave Narnia but I didn't want any angst messing with the fluff so I got him to stay.

Hope you guys enjoyed!