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Susan and Jon come face to face officially. Will sparks fly?

How about the others?

Let's see what happens!

Chapter 3

The woman guarding them –Brienne, Lucy had found out –asked someone to bring other two blankets for them and Susan was immensely relieved by it. She was dreading the moment they'd be called in front of the king –or whatever his title was –to explain themselves, for how could they explain they were from a different world?

They'd be lucky if these people didn't think they were assassins sent for their King.

The older man that had searched Edmund and Peter for weapons came in and gave them all a look. "Gentle Queen?" He called.

Susan answered on a reflex, born of years of hearing the title. "Yes, my Lord?"

The man himself looked surprised upon hearing her reply. "The King wishes to speak to you, my Lady."

Peter stood. "How does your King know her name?" He demanded to know.

"Peter, don't be rude." Susan chided getting up. She passed her blanket to Lucy. "I'll talk to your King." She informed the man.

"Not alone!" Peter protested immediately.

"Anyway he wants." Susan almost hissed at her brother. "He has proven himself a man of his word, and we do owe him an explanation."

Susan's voice as gentle and calm, but her eyes told Peter that if he didn't shut up she'd kill him. After many years, Peter was smart enough to understand it and be quiet.

The man opened the cell door and Susan nodded at him as she passed. He gave a stiff nod to Brienne and so they left.

The man walked ahead of her and two guards were right behind Susan. They walked silently until they stopped by a door.

He opened the door for Susan and she stepped into the room. Behind a desk was the man she'd seen before, the King. He had a serious face and a frown, but he was quite handsome. He was young, but the scars on his face showed he was a warrior. He made quite the imposing figure.

To his right there was a beautiful red-headed woman –his queen, perhaps? –and to his left there was a brunette who wore breeches and a very unfriendly face. On a corner of the room, almost like they were hiding, there was a boy sitting and a girl with wild hair by his side.

"Your Majesty." Susan curtsied prettily and saw the man frown at the title -maybe they used something different here? –but he didn't correct her.

"I am Jon Targaryen, King in the North." He informed her. "Who are you and where have you come from?"

"My King…" She started carefully. "I will gladly answer to that, but I am afraid you'll think me deranged if I do so."

The two women close to King arched their browns in such a similar way that Susan was convinced they were sisters, or at least closely related. The King's frown deepened. "I'd hear your answer anyway."

She nodded, her posture perfect, because image was essential right now. "I am Queen Susan, the Gentle, ruler of Narnia, Duchess of Silvershore, Chief of the Narnian Archers and Dame of the Most Noble Order of the Lion."

Everybody just stared at her.

"I am sorry, we're overly fond of titles. You should hear Peter's." She offered.

"Lion?" The brunette repeated. "She serves the Lannisters!" She accused.

Susan controlled her impulse of arching an eyebrow. "I know nothing of Lannisters and I am a Queen. I serve no one."

The King's eyebrows went up, but the redheaded woman grinned a bit. "You said Narnia?"

"Yes, my Lady. That's my country."

"Never heard of it." The brunette said, and once again it came out as an accusation.

They all traded looks, and one by one shook their heads, concluding no one had ever heard of it. Susan, however, wasn't surprised, she'd been expecting this.

"Is it beyond Westeros?" The King asked.

"I believe it is actually beyond your world, Your Majesty." She replied honestly.

In face of her words, the boy that was still sitting pushed forward a bit, clearly interested. Susan finally realized he was in a wheelchair.

"Beyond our world?" The brunette inquired. "What does that mean?"

"I told you I would sound crazy." Susan reminded them.

"You certainly do." The woman accused –again.

"Arya." The King admonished quietly, but his eyes never left Susan. "Is that the world you brought Spring to?" He wanted to know.

Susan couldn't hide her surprise. "How do you know that?" She asked, forgetting for a second he was the King and should be addressed as so.

"So it's true?" The redhead beside the King wanted to know.

"Well, yes, but not because my siblings and I have any kind of magical power." She hurried to explain. "It was part of a prophecy. Our arrival in Narnia ended the 100 years of Winter.'

"Arrival from where?" The King asked.

Oh Aslan, this would get worse. "From our original world."

"So you're telling us that there are two worlds beside ours?" Arya asked dryly.

"More like a thousand, my Lady." Susan replied. "Infinite possibilities."

"This is ridiculous." Arya declared to the King. "She's mad."

"Your Majesty." Susan did her best to hide the worry in her voice. She had to be strong, she had to convince him they weren't a problem. "We mean you and your people no harm. We don't even know how we ended up here, surrounded by your men."

The King was looking at her, but didn't say a word, so she took this as an encouragement to keep going. "Let us go and we'll leave your Kingdom. You have my word."

The quiet boy looked like he wanted to say something, but chose not to. The other two women were looking at the King, waiting for him.

"The four of you are siblings?" He questioned.

"Yes, my King."

"And you're the Queen?"

"We rule Narnia together." She explained. "The four of us are Kings and Queens of Narnia."

He traded a look with the redhead. "So you're married." He concluded.

Whatever Susan had been expecting it wasn't that conclusion. "I… I just said we're siblings."

"So?" He insisted.

What kind of place was this? How could he think this kind of question was even remotely appropriated? "We are not married, Your Majesty."

"Why do you keep calling him 'Majesty'?" The redhead asked curiously.

"Is it not the appropriate title?" Susan asked bemused.

"No, lass." It was the older man who replied. "It'd be 'Your Grace'."

"Oh, I do beg your pardon, Your Grace. I meant no disrespect."

"It's of no consequence." He dismissed her concern as if he couldn't care less about it. "We have a problem here, you see? I can't just let you and your family go, because I don't know for a fact that you won't hurt my people. However, I also can't keep you as prisoners, since you've done nothing."

"If I may, Your Grace." Susan called respectfully. "Perhaps we could stay and serve you as your subjects. That way you will be able to keep your eyes on us and we'd still be useful."

"I thought you served no one." He reminded her of her own words.

"I am no Queen here." She indicated.

"And how would you serve me?" He wondered.

She had no idea if he'd intended for the question to sound so suggestive, but based on the look of confusion of the other women they were also surprised by his choice of phrasing.

Susan chose to ignore it. "We're all trained warriors, so we can help train your people."

"You're a warrior?" Arya didn't even try to hide her disbelief.

"I don't carry a bow and a quiver as accessories because they match my dresses." She told the other woman sweetly.

"What else?" The redhead asked.

"Peter and Edmund became quite good with constructions and repairs and I saw you need it." The way from the cells to this room had showed that the castle was in bad shape. They'd probably faced some kind of battle recently. "Lucy and I are decent seamstresses. Besides that, we've become quiet efficient at running a kingdom, since we've been doing it for some time now."

This time the King himself looked a bit incredulous. "How long would that be?"

"Ten years. How about you?" Her smile was still sweet, but the King was not fooled.

"Careful there, my Lady." His voice had a reminder.

"I apologize, my King. I was just asking." Her face gave nothing. "We can also teach the children their letters and numbers."

This apparently was way too shocking for everybody present and the King seemed positively baffled by the offer. "Teach the children?"

"Yes, Your Grace. All the children in Narnia know how to read and basic Math." She informed him. She chose not to say that those "children" were actually talking animals, since she didn't know if they had those here.

"Why?" The redhead asked.

"Why not?" Susan offered back. "Educated children become more efficient adults. It is a better form of making sure that news and messages get everywhere, and places are run more efficiently."

The King still didn't seem convinced by her argument. "Anything else?"

Susan knew she shouldn't, but she was tired of being accused of absolutely nothing, but still treated like some kind of criminal. "Unless you wish to order me to warm your bed, Your Grace, no, nothing else." She didn't exactly snap at him, but it was a close call.

The King became perfectly still for a minute, and all the others seemed to hold their breath. Susan knew she had said smoothing beyond stupid and thoughtless but now it was too late. "You are lucky, my Lady…" He started slowly, his voice as cold as ice. "That I am not the kind of man that would hold you to that offer."

Susan took a deep breath and bowed gracefully. "I am truly sorry, Your Grace, my words were beyond inappropriate." Her apology was sincere, mostly because she had to fix the mess she herself had made. "But as much as I understand your worry as a King responsible for the welfare of so many people, I ask that you understand my frustration and worry as my family and I are facing judgement, even though we've done nothing."

He stared at her for a long minute in complete silence. Susan looked back, unflinching.

"Ser Davos." He called, without taking his eyes off her.

"Your Grace?" The older man took a step forward.

"Bring the others." He ordered, finally breaking his gaze. "Ask Brienne and Tormund to accompany you."

"Yes, Your Grace." The man left and Susan had to stand there in silence with all of them staring at her.

But if this brute was thinking it would affect her, he was out of his mind. She would show him the true meaning of being a royal.

So she just straightened her back and waited.

NOTES: Oh Susan... Oh Jon.

So cute. lol

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