As Susan watched the desperate duel between Miraz and Peter, she could not keep a shudder from running through her. Trumpkin, who was standing to her immediate right, laid a comforting hand on her wrist, thinking that the quiver was a result of fear.
However, the heart of Queen Susan held no fear or worry for her brother, but for what her brother would do to Miraz once he claimed victory. Though Peter was the epitome of grace and mercy, Miraz had stolen the land that Peter held more dear than anything, save for his family and Aslan.
She pitied the man, and the fate that awaited him.