Susan stared at herself in the ornate mirror, turning this way and that. Her hair had been pulled back by heavy combs, she was wearing a dress made of the finest silks, and a necklace of emeralds and diamonds. She looked and felt like the Queen that she was… so why could she not stop fussing over every little detail? The face of Prin- King Caspian flickered into her mind for a moment, and she had to shake her head to clear the image.
She had fought in battles, she had run a kingdom for over thirty years! She was Queen Susan the Gentle, one of the legendary Four Sovereigns of Narnia and she refused to be intimidated by what a man may think of her. Brushing her hands to smooth her skirts once more, she brusquely turned around and headed for the Great Hall.