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Susan's eyes flitted open and she blinked at the light streaming in through the window. She glanced around the room groggily and then turned onto her eyes snapped open. The light was supposed to come in from the other direction. These curtains were all wrong; she didn't even have curtains! This pillow was much fluffier, the comforter much more worn in and the mattress much softer. It even smelled different, so...intoxicating, like warm leather and cinnamon and the woods and the sun and fresh grass...
She sank back into the pillow and inhaled deeply. Oh that smell, how she loved that smell. It was so delicious and the room seemed to be filled with it. The comforter, the pillow just reeked of that delicious smell. And that could only mean one thing. She turned her head when she heard something moving and her heart just about melted into a gooey puddle on the was Caspian stretched out asleep on the bed next to her, her husband. In an instant the wedding played in Susan's head.
Lucy doing her makeup, Peter lacing up her wedding dress, Trumpkin waddling into the room fidgeting with his dress clothes, Lucy holding out her shoes, Aslan reassuring her that they would be staying forever, Peter squeezing her hand when it was her turn to walk down the aisle, the look on Caspian's face when he saw her in her dress, the tears in Peter's eyes when he was giving her away, Aslan giving the speech about true love and the moment, the most wonderful moment of her life, when they finally became man and wife.
She sighed and gently traced Caspian's jaw. They were married. She was married. This was what the rest of her life would be like, every morning. Every day would be this wonderful. She marveled at how peaceful and innocent and...beautiful Caspian looked when he was asleep; his hair messy and ruffled, a soft smile on his lips. He looked so peaceful and sweet and care free. She carefully traced his jaw and the side of his face with the very tips of her fingers. He was so beautiful...
The Gentle Queen moved her fingers to ghost across his bottom lip with the very tips of her delicate fingers. Caspian finally stirred, letting out a contented hum in the back of his throat. He brought his strong fingers to the top of his head, ruffling his already tossled, messy hair, only making him even more adorable. And he was already so cute...
His big beautiful eyes fluttered open and a huge grin broke out across his face while he gently closed his big rough hand around her small delicate one and turned her palm into his lips, planting a soft kiss to the middle of her hand. She smiled and his grin threatened to cut his face in half.
"I think I would like to wake up to this every morning, wife," he said softly, his eyes staring into her with unfathomable intensity.
"Well, get used to it my sweet husband," she rasped, squeezing his hand and rolling on her side to face him. He closed his eyes, breathing in the scent that unmistakably Susan and relishing in the word that had just came out of her beautiful mouth.
"I think...that just may the best name I have ever been called." he said with a happy sigh, sinking into his soft mattress.
She laughed, the sound making Caspian's heart warm and his heart flutter slightly. He shook his head. He was bloody married to her and he still felt like a silly schoolboy around her sometimes! He scooted closer to her and rested his head in the crook of her neck, nuzzling his face into her neck and tickling her cheek with his wavy hair sticking up all over his head, not that it didn't always look that way. She sighed and stroked his tousled locks with her fingers absently.
"Oh darling you are so very sweet," she said with a happy sigh, causing Caspian to cuddle up even closer to her and bury his face into her neck even more.
They newly weds just lay there together like that for a while, snuggling together and occasionally talking about their family and childhood, laughing about the massive hangover Peter should be experiancing right about now.
"Well, he did have nearly three goblets of that faun made wine and that stuff is very very strong. I remember once Edmund talked me into drinking a goblet full with him as I had never tried it and as I was the only one of us older three who didn't want to be drunk as a log when practically all of the Archenlandian court was staying with us. Anyway, I knew how strong it was so Ed coaxed me into just sharing a goblet full with him and I remember just how tipsy it made me. Although Edmund did get quite a kick out of it. He declares me drunk is the funniest thing he has ever seen and got into a nasty habit of trying to play drinking games with me or spiking my drink. I cannot imagine how drunk poor Peter must have made himself." she said sympathetically but Caspian couldn't help but laugh.
"That just doesn't seem like Peter to me. Edmund hands down but not Peter. I mean, besides you, he's the responsible one!"
Susan snorted. "You would not have thought that if you had lived with us during the Golden Age," she said with a smirk.
Nearly a half hour later the two royals were stilll snuggled up under the covers, laughing hysterically and simply enjoying the first morning of this wonderful life they were beginning with eachother.
Tears were rolling out of Susan's eyes and she was having a hard time breathing. "So what did she do?"
"Oh, after I called her a bumbling boisterous boring brown cow?" Susan threw her head back and laughed, nodding vehemently.
"She kissed my forehead and told me to finish eating my applesauce and get dressed or she would get Prunaprismia to do it for me," he said casually and Susan started laughing like a mad person, causing Caspian to grin even wider at her happiness.
"Goodness you must have been a handful!"
He grinned. "I was. I will never forget the frantic look on my nurse's face when I was four and ran off to the highest tower when she wasn't looking. Those steps were quite a feat for a four year old but I think I only mangaged to fall down about fifteen of them or so. Man mother and father were frantic! They assembled all of the palace guards and sent out a massive search party for me." he said with a smile and Susan swatted him across the chest.
"You handsome little devil, making your mum worry like that! I swear, you and Edmund are the same person! He once ran off in the supermarket when he was three and a half and Mum was hysterical! She was sobbing and wailing and running around like a chicken with her head cut off for hours until she found him sitting by the fruit stand, sticking three oranges in his mouth. She about had a heart attack."
Suddenly, an enormous, rumbling sound filled the air and Caspian looked wildly about the room while Susan blushed crimson.
"What in Aslan's name was that?" he said, almost in a panic and Susan's blush deepened. She looked guiltily down at her stomach, Caspian's eyes following her gaze. He grinned and chuckled.
"Was that you my love? Did that wonderful rumbling sound come from your tummy?" he said, leaning down and blowing a raspberry on her stomach. She bust out laughing, Caspian's favorite sound in the whole world. It took her a few moments to stop, Caspian enjoying her embarrassment far too much. "Are you really so hungry, dear wife?" he asked with a touch of concern in his voice. She nodded sheepishly. "I was too happy to eat much last night." she replied.
"Well then, let us fetch some breakfast," he said flopping onto his other side and rolling across the bed much to Susan's amusement. Unfortunetly, he turned his head to smile at her at the wrong moment and rolled just a bit too far. He flailed in mid air for a moment and landed on the ground with loud thump.
"COOOOOOLLLLLLLDDDDD!" he yelped, jumping up from the ground only to get himself tangled in the sheets and fall yet again onto the cold stone floor. Susan was laughing hysterically at the wonderful sight before her, King Caspian X, the Seafarer, the Telmarine who saved Narnia, fiercest warrior in the country, wrestling on the ground with their own sheets that were tangling around his legs...and apparently the sheets were winning. Susan barried her face in her hands, gasping and spluttering for breath.
She finally caught her breath, rolled her eyes and crawled across the bed on her stomach, peering over the edge of the bed and whisking the sheets off of her husband. He stopped flailing immediately and just a hint of blush appeared on his face.
"I, uh..meant to do that?"
"Of course you did dear,''
"I did! And those sheets didn't get the best of me, not by a long shot!"
"Of course they didn't honey."
"And I didn't fall."
"I know you didn't sweetheart."
She got up and started rummaging in her suitcase, throwing on some thin corsettish type undergarments and throwing a robe on over it. She ruffled her husbands hair on the way out the door to get breakfast. He started to get up to get dressed but she held up her hand.
" I'll get it love. Although I am not looking forward to facing Edmund but he won't be so bad if its just me. You stay here and...settle your differences with the sheets," she said almost wickedly.
"Don't walk away from me!" he said with mock panic in his voice.
"That's not what I am doing at all." she called out over shoulder.
"So, King Edmund, how are the Telmarines and the...Narnians faring living together?" Kasim said, his voice dripping with disdain. He said the word 'Narnians' like most would address a particularly hairy and quite large spider.
Edmund bit the inside of his cheek to keep from groaning. He really couldn't stand this man, or his bloody son. His daughters seemed quite lovely though. Very sweet, polite and kind and very pretty as well...
"Well, things were a triffle...tense for a while but the two...cultures have come together quite nicely. They appear to be quite happy with living next door to their long time rivals," he said evenly. He was dying with boredom on the inside.
Curse Peter for his hangover. Now with Su and Caspian hauled up in Caspian's room, it was just Edmund and Lucy holding down the fort. The Royal family of Telmar had ended up staying in the Cair and had insisted on joining the Narnian royals for breakfast much to Edmund's dismay. He wouldn't mind it so much if Kasim and his pig of a son would stop trying to make everything so bloody difficult.
The second youngest daughter, Arabelle he thought, cleared her throat and looked at Edmund shyly. "So, um your majesty what is your world like?" she asked with a slight blush, batting her eyelashes at Edmund. He resisted the urge to roll his eyes. Longest breakfast of his life.
He took a sip of water and opened his mouth to answer when he heard light footsteps coming down the hallway and in a moment Susan whirled around the corner, yawing and sctatching the top of her head in a rather undignified manner. Edmund almost barfed as he realized just how little his sister was wearing, only some thin undergarments (worn undernearth daily dresses, only reaching to about four inches above the knee) and apparently she had forgotten to tie her robe.
Edmund forgot he was not only with the family and was in fact surrounded by foriegn dignitaries and covered his eyes in an over dramatic gesture. "Ew Su put some clothes on, my eyes are burning!"
It was only then that Susan looked up and she froze immediately. There they were, the entire Telmarine royal family, seated at their table with their forks positioned halway to their mouths; excluding Tristan whose eyes were bugging out of his head and his tongue was nearly unfurling down to the ground.
Her cheeks turned a wonderful shade of crimson and she quickly looked down and her blush deepened. She had never felt so embarrassed!
"Oh. Hello," she stammered, fumbling with the tie on her robe and hastily tying it around her scantily clad self.
She could have heard a pin drop in the quiet room. She stood frozen in the doorway with a terrible blush on her face. Her scalp was burining and her shoulders were growing red. She turned to Edmund, her teeth clenched.
"You didn't tell me they were staying with us Edmund." she said through her teeth, shooting daggers out of her blue eyes. She was quite aware of the gleam in Tristan's eyes and the way his tongue was lolling out. He was making her quite uncomfortable, not to mention Kasim's cold piercing black eyes. She shuddered and Edmund snickered.
"Well my dear sister, I thought you would be otherwise occupied with your husband this fine morning so did not feel the need to inform you about our guests joining us at breakfast," he said wickedly, though being diplomatic at the same time. Dang, his big sister just walked into the dining room practically in her underwear the morning after her wedding night and he couldn't even unleash his massive hoarde of wedding night jokes because of the stupid Telmarine royal family! This was such a wonderful opportunity! The only thing that would make this any better would be if Peter was there...
Susan blushed furiously and her eyes widened at her brother's comment. She couldn't even speak she was so mortified.
"So sorry, I was not aware that you would all be staying with us tonight...not that I am not delighted with your presence here. Of course, if I had been aware, I would have most definetly put on something...else." she stammered very awkwardly. Edmund bit his cheek until the blood flowed, the urge to make her blush further almost too powerful to control. Even Lucy was struggling not to giggle.
"I wouldn't have had it any other way!" Tristan blurted out of the blue and Susan raised an eyebrow. Edmund's expression changed utterly and he gripped the table until his knuckles turned white.
"I think you should consider yourself lucky my brother is not present at this breakfast Prince Tristan." the Just King said through his gritted teeth, his eyes flaming.
"Control yourself!" Kasim snapped at his son for what was perhaps the first time in Tristan's young life he had been reprimanded by his father.
Arianna snickered and Mariella laughed nervously, pushing out her chair and walking over to Susan with a smile gracing her face.
She surprised Susan by stretching her out for Susan to shake, as was the form of greeting in Telmar. Susan grasped her hand and Mariella took it entthusiastically, grabbing Susan's hand with both of hers.
"I am so happy to finally meet the legendary Queen Susan! I am so excited! Your older brother insisted that I stay in your old bedroom, I hope that is alright," she said, her lovely face scrunching up with worry. Susan laughed nervously.
"But of course. I am honored. It is wonderful to meet you!"
Mariella leaned in to Susan descreetly. "Sorry about my brother; he was dropped on his head a lot as a baby," she said with an apologetic smile and Susan grinned.
Mariella gestured with her hand and all of her sister stood obediantly. "These are my sisters; Malicia, Arrabelle and Arianna," she said, waving her hand regally at each sister who curtseyed politely and smiled.
"I am very pleased to meet all of you. King Caspian and I were quite interested when we recieved your father's letter annoucing the arrival of his lovely daughters," she said politely.
Kasim stood from the table abruptly, slightly startling Lucy.
"Indeed. We were quite interested when we heard of you marriage to that trai- um, King Caspian. I had not seen him since he was a very little prince," he said icily. There was an awkward pause. Finally, Edmund couldn't take it any longer.
"Where's lover boy Susan? Is he waiting for you upstairs!" he blurted out and immediately regretted. That was definetely not something to be said in the presence of Mr. Frigid and his son Prince Sexist Pig. He clapped his hand to his mouth.
"Edmund!" Lucy reprimanded sounding a touch hysterical. Kasim's eyebrows shot up and the princesses all blushed and shuffled uncomfortably.
Susan's eyes were wide and her jaw set. She was now sincerely, utterly, hoplessly, absolutely, positively mortified!
"Actually I just came down to get some breakfast for the King and myself if that is alright with you brother," she said in a strange voice and Edmund's cheeks colored, feeling much like a little boy who had been scolded by his as much dignity as she could possibly manage she walked stiffly to the table and started to load up two plates with plenty of bacon, sausage, toast, pancakes and eggs, eight pairs of eyes fixed on her.
"Dearest, is everything alright? You have been down her for quite some time, did you need help carrying anything?" a deep hispanic voice asked and Caspian whirled around the corner, his hair still ruffled and his shirt in his hand. He froze when he saw eight pairs of brown eyes fixed on him.
The three oldest queens all blushed violently and quickly averted their eyes to their plates, Malicia and Arrabelle giggling horribly. Caspian blushed furiously and stood in front of the royal Telmarine family, half naked and in his sleeping pants. Susan groaned and looked up at the ceiling, silently asking Aslan why her embarrassment couldn't stop here. Edmund had to clasp both hands clasped over his mouth, trying desperately to keep himself from laughing hysterically and Lucy was stuffing a muffin into her mouth as quickly as possible to avoid laughing like crazy. Oh if only Peter were here...
Peter had this spectacular habit of showing up when someone was thinking about him. And so, quite unsteadily, in waltzed a very hungover and very unbalanced Peter into the dinind room full of foreign dignitaries. However, in his EXTREMELY hung over state, the high King of Narnia failed to notice the presence of anyone else in the room except for Caspian who was standing in the doorway the morning after his wedding, shirtless. He groaned and put his head in his hands.
"Why? Why are you doing this to me? First you ask permission to quart my sister, then I caught you two snogging in the hospital room, then you get married, and then the wedding night, are you mocking me Cas? God, its like you're photo shopped! Married or not, it's still my sister." he said in a rather slurred voice, swaying on his feet. Caspian's blush deepened and he slowly started to pull on his night shirt, covering his scarred torso and red shoulders. The Telmarine princesses giggled again, making him blush further.
It was only then that Peter saw the entire Telmarine family, staring at him wide eyed. But he was too hung over to care. His head was absolutely splitting and this was not helping at all. And then he saw his sister and groaned again.
"Susan, put on some clothes please," he said and she blushed crimson for the umpteenth time that night. Why her.
This was just too much for Edmund who starting to laugh uncontrollalbly.
Kasim cooly took a sip of his water and narrowed his eyes at that traitor Caspian X.
Yes, laugh while you can oh Just one; laugh while you can.
Wow. I am so sorry for the wait! I was in a really depression mood and thus my new story 'Down the Rabbit Hole' was born. It is quite depression but take a look at it! anyway i feel awful for the unusually long wait and am not particularly happy with this chapter but i hope you all like it:)
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