Susan

I had just finished changing when we spotted land. The ship quickly docked in the port. I looked around at a huge city. Unfortunately, I knew exactly where we were. We had docked in Calormen.

"No, no, no. Please, let's go back to the ship." I begged to Caspian.

"The ship's crew would not be happy if we go back, they want land." Caspian responded, hurt and pity reflected upon his face.

I had almost started a war here; the King wanted me as his Queen. I got very angry, telling him it was not his choice; who I marry. Peter got the angriest, though. He said that would never happen because, indeed, I am my own queen. The king then tried to capture me. He almost got me. In fact, he almost poisoned Lucy, which is why I hate this place more than anywhere else. On the first day we got here to trade, we went to the King's palace. Once he looked at me he demanded I was handed over. When we denied, he sent his guards upon us. There was a small fight which we won, but they managed to kidnap me in the process. The rest of the week, my siblings spent trying to get me back and I spent getting ready for my wedding. Finally, on the day of the wedding, my siblings rescued me by disguising themselves as lords. They were secretly found out so the King tried to sneak some poison into Lucy's beverage. Peter took it away from her in time, though. Then, they started to fight and small battles between Narnia and Calormen have been going on ever since. Rumour has it, they still have a portrait of me in the castle.

However, there is logical explanation to why I shouldn't fear the place. It happened 1300 years ago, they most certainly can't remember.

"We should go shopping!" Devon exclaimed.

"That's silly, Devon-" Edmund started.

"No, actually, the crew is sick of the water and they have too many old and smelly clothes, we should go shopping." Drinian stated.

So we went to the plaza where all the shops were.

"I say, we split up to go look for clothes and shoes, and if anything bad happens, we all come back here." Peter said.

"Good idea." Edmund agreed. I nodded.

Then, I took Lucy and Gael's hands and told Ariane to follow us.

"You weren't thinking of going without me, were you?" Devon asked. There were a few words that expressed how much I wanted her to come: over my dead body.

"Actually, that is precisely what I was thinking." I turned on my heels and ushered the girls into a store. Devon just stood there, speechless, I doubt she had ever been turned down before. The boys and the rest of the crew were snickering behind us. I smiled, myself.

In the store were some beautiful dresses, which were, obviously, incredibly expensive. Luckily, I am a queen and therefore am incredibly rich. I treated my friends to the dresses and got one for myself.

Ariane's dress was a golden colour and it looked like it was made from gold. It looked great in contrast with her eyes and matched her hair. She looked bright like the Sun, shining, and bright. It was low to the ground and didn't have anything underneath, which I thought a little strange because all the dresses I've worn have a hard skirt underneath to help with the shape. This one moved freely with the wind and when it was still, it was not poofing up at all, but was pressed against her legs.

Lucy's dress was a lot simpler. It was a soft orange, like the sunset. It had beautiful white and green flowers in no set pattern. When she showed it to us, I could see out of the window of the store to see people staring. There was a particular boy about my age standing in front of a bakery, smiling to a girl with a braid, saying something like: "That kind of orange." While pointing at Lu. Then there was a boy, maybe a few years younger, who was staring at her in admiration, I gave him the death stare and he moved along. There were a few girls as well who looked at her, probably jealous.

Gael's dress was pink and soft. But it was lot less comfortable than Ariane's. It had a few bows on it and so far, it was the most expensive. The skirt was very big, but it favoured her. I doubt she had ever seen anything like it.

My dress, my dress was the most beautiful dress I had ever seen, and that is saying a lot. It was the exact colour of my eyes. It had some silver threads running through it that glistened in the sunlight, creating beautiful shapes. The skirt was not too big, but it had volume. The sleeves stopped midway through my arm, laced with white at the ends and the skirt dropped to my feet. The passer-by stopped and looked through the window when I came out of the fitting space. Some of them were pointing and whispering. Quite a few boys stopped by the window to look. There were a few girls about my age, looking at me with angry and obviously jealous faces. All I did was smile and I couldn't help but notice a few of them were different from the rest.

There was the girl with the side braid I had seen before, a pretty girl with golden eyes and dark skin who was riding a beautiful horse, a boy with blonde hair and cold blue eyes, and a very handsome young man with green eyes and his arm around a petite lady who had something small and white in his hand. He winked at me.

When we walked out of the store, the looks only grew. A very little girl who may have been four years old came up to us and said that we should be princesses. Then we found the boys and Devon. They all looked shocked. Mostly Caspian. Devon gasped in admiration but then covered it saying:

"Urgh, out of all the dresses in the store, you picked those?" Not even her comments could get to me, I felt like the most beautiful person on Earth by the way Caspian was looking at me.

Then trumpets were heard. All the people in the square ran to a stage I hadn't noticed before where a young king was standing. They were all clapping, and to mix in I clapped too. Then he looked at us. When he finished his speech, he said we were invited to a feast in the castle. Peter tried to decline but at that he just got offended, so we followed him in.

The castle was grand and beautiful yet a bit sinister at the same time. It was quite similar to how I remembered it: I hated it.

We were led through long corridors to the royal throne room. On the middle throne that was made entirely of gold sat the young king. I gasped in recognition, he wasn't the same as the king last time, but you could see they were related. And on the far wall, there was something I hadn't believed to be true, something that caused my cheeks to go pale. It was a life-size replica of me.