Leading Caspian by the hand, Susan went into the house, along with her siblings. As they came in, Helen Pevensie met them in the foyer. Surprised to see their guest, she said, "Oh! I didn't know we had a guest. Had I only known, I would've had prepared more dinner. And you are?"

"Caspian. Pleased to meet you, ma'am," he said, as he bowed.

"He's our friend," Edmund put in, "And he'll be staying here for the night."

"Well then, we'll have some dinner, and then, you can freshen up," Mrs. Pevensie said, motioning to a maid to show Caspian his room.

Mrs. Pevensie called for Peter, but he would not come down to eat.

"Whatever is the matter with that boy?"

"Maybe he's not hungry, Mum," Edmund said, covering up for his brother.

"Maybe he's upset about something," Lucy suggested.

"Yes, I am upset about something," Peter said, as he came down for dinner, "Hasn't Susan ever told you she has boyfriend?"

"Peter!" Susan said, standing up, indignantly.

"What! Isn't it true?"

"Susan?" Helen Pevensie said with a scolding look, "Is this the reason why you cry, every night?"

"Mum, please," Susan said, looking down. She blushed, and Caspian could see it.

"No, that's alright," Caspian said, standing up to leave, "I'll be going, now."

"Caspian, no," Susan muttered. She covered her mouth. Turning to her mother, she said, "Please, Mum?"

"Alright, dear, he can stay," her mother responded, "I was only worried that boys would get in the way of your studies at St. Magdalene's."

"That's just exactly what's been happening, Mum," Peter said, gravely.

"Oh, stop it, Peter!" Susan said, her face reddening, "I don't know what your problem is! But please, stop! You're starting to act like Edmund!"

"Hey! That's not fair! I've changed already," Edmund retorted.

As they were all bickering, Susan suddenly turned to Caspian, but he was gone. He was nowhere to be found.

"Look what you've all done!" she said, shoving Peter aside. She went out to look for Caspian. She would never let her brother ruin everything. This was a special night for her. She could never understand why Peter was acting the way he did. He's never been that way before. It almost seems as if he was acting like a jealous husband, rather than a protective brother. The thought scared her. It was disgusting to think that Peter saw her as more than a sister. She shuddered when she thought about it. She knew Peter loved her and always protected her like an older brother should, but the way he had been acting lately was different.

But for now, she had to find Caspian. She would have to deal with Peter, later.

Susan found him at the theare, all alone. It was a huge place, and everything was quiet. It was the perfect place to talk. She sat down beside him, and slipped her hand into his. Suddenly, Caspian laughed so hard. His laughter was infectious, and Susan started laughing, as well.

"Whatever are you laughing at?"

"Fancy me, being mistaken for an actor," he said, with more laughter than ever before.

"You? An actor?"

"Yes, an actor. Three people have already made the mistake of doing so."

"Who were they?"

"Sir James, a woman named Ms. Molly, and the kind old man who gave me the clothes I'm wearing, right now."

Susan had to laugh, all the more. She couldn't help it. She pictured him on stage.

"Now, what are you laughing at?"

"Nothing," she said, trying to control her laughter, "Will you do me a favor and get up on stage, for me?"

"I'm the King of Narnia, and I am not to be told what to do, nor am I to be laughed at," he said, grimly.

"Please?" Susan pleaded, knowing Caspian could not resist. He got up on stage.

"Now, make a bow." She laughed even harder as Caspian did so.

"I knew you would laugh at me," he said.

"I'm sorry," she said, trying to stifle another laugh, "but I just can't help it."

"It's alright," he said, laughing.

After they talked, laughed, and talked some more, they went out. Susan showed him every shop and every street in London. They came to her boarding school, and Caspian spoke up, "Is that where you have your lessons?"

"Yes. St. Magdalene's. It's all for girls, you know."

"So, there aren't any boys?" Caspian said, sounding relieved.

"No, there aren't any boys. Peter also goes to a boarding school like the one Lucy and I go to. It's only for boys."

"Ah, I think I know, now. It closely resembles the education in Narnia. Girls and boys are educated separately."

"I miss being in Narnia. I miss being a queen," she sighed.

"Once a King or Queen of Narnia, always a King or Queen," he reminded her.

"I know. But it's not the same. You know, I used to do this in Narnia, along with Peter and Edmund."

"Do what?"

"We would always walk the streets, after supper, and disguise ourselves as commoners. We would walk the streets and listen to what they thought of us. We would stop by a house, or we would talk to anyone we saw on the streets of Narnia, and we would start a conversation regarding us, refering to ourselves in the third person. That way, we would know what our subjects thought of us."

"You spied on your own subjects?" Caspian said with incredulity.

"It wasn't like we were spying on them. It was more like asking their opinion. We knew they wouldn't voice their opinions, if we came and asked them in our Royal garbs. For example, we wouldn't have known that a few of our subjects still thought of King Edmund the Just as a traitor, despite all of his wise counsels, and despite the fact that he had been pardoned by Aslan Himself. If we had dressed in our Royal robes, they wouldn't be able to say such a thing to Edmund's face."

"I see," he said, contemplating, "But whatever is wrong with your brother Peter, though. He doesn't seem too happy that I'm here."

"Oh, I don't know. Don't ask me. Perhaps, it could be the crown. He feels threatened, now that Narnia has a new king."

"What reason has he to be jealous of me? I worship your brother, Susan. As a king, I often look to him for inspiration."

"I don't know. The way he's acting shows something of his jealous nature. He would always act that way when he was jealous. I think he might be jealous because I give you my attention. But maybe not. I know he's just being protective of me. The way he's acting seems like the way a jealous husband would."

"Your brother is in love with you?"

"No, I'm not saying that. He's just always been protective of me, that's all. Oh, bother! Why are we talking about this? We should talk about other things."

"As you wish, my Queen."

As they talked, and walked hand-in-hand, they came to the park. They sat down on a bench, and talked some more. Finally, they decided to go.

"Let's go. Mum might be worried sick about me, now."

"I am at your disposal, my Queen," Caspian said, with a courtly bow.

"I love you, Caspian. You know that?"

"I do. I do know that. And I love you too, Queen Susan."

They shared a kiss in the moonlight, then headed home.