Caspian

We had just arrived in the island when the Pevensie's cheeks grew pale, especially Susan's. I was getting a bit worried when she said:

"No, no, no. Please, let's go back to the ship!" It pained me to see her like that but once more; I had to do what the people wanted. And the people wanted to stay.

"The ship's crew would not be happy if we go back, they want land." I responded.

"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, a claim I agreed to.

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. Susan just nodded.

Then, she took Lucy and Gael's hands and told Ariane to follow them.

"You weren't thinking of going without me, were you?" Devon asked her. I think that was the intention.

"Actually, that is precisely what I was thinking." And so she turned on her heels and walked into a store. Devon just stood there, her face pale then red then back to normal. It took all my energy to keep from laughing.

"Well I should get shopping." She said. "Can I borrow someone's money? I don't have any." She said, batting her eyelashes. Immediately, most sailors dug in their pockets and gave her money.

"We should go too." Edmund said. I nodded in agreement. We quickly got into a shop, as far away from Devon as possible. We didn't really care about our clothes, so we just bought the most comfortable and got out. Once we returned to the plaza, we saw a commotion in front of a store so we decided to go check it out. It was the girls.

Ariane looked like molten gold in her new dress, she looked absolutely bright like the Sun. Lucy looked very pretty, too. Her dress was a soft orange and looked a lot more comfortable than Ariane's. Gael was wearing a very princess-like pink dress with a big skirt. And behind her…

Susan looked so beautiful I had to blink a few times and I was still surprised. She was the most wonderful-looking person I had ever seen. Her dress was the exact colour of her eyes and this made them stand out like sapphires. She smiled when she saw me and I thought she couldn't look better than with that smile. She was proud, I could tell. I really couldn't blame the crowd.

"Caspian, what do you think?" Devon asked excitedly when she came, not having seen Susan. "Caspian!" I still wouldn't look at her. She turned and saw her and she gasped, but then she masked it by telling us how horrid the dresses were. I'd yell at her, but I was still too mesmerized by Susan to get angry. When she finally got here, she was still smiling.

"How do I look?" She asked. I was about to answer when trumpets sounded. Apparently, the King was there and was about to give a speech. I didn't listen to one word, still thinking about the way Susan was looking at me. Trying to impress me, no one else. She hadn't cared about all the girl's jealous glances or the boy's flirtatious looks. And the way she was smiling so brightly. I decided I would paint another portrait of her when we got back. When the speech was over, the King came to us in person and told us to come to the royal feast. He was eyeing Susan like she was a toy and it was all I could do to restrain myself from running him through with my sword. Peter tried to decline but he insisted, obviously annoyed. I took Susan's hand to show that she was not alone and he glared at me. I didn't attack him for Susan's sake. When he finally left I was glad.

"Now that that is over, do you like my new dress?" Devon tried again. No. It's a bright pink and so big and low, I wanted to vomit.

"Yes, it favours you." And she took my free hand. Don't touch me, I wanted to say. I hated Devon. She got under my skin, and she hurt Susan. Devon thought she was the best thing that ever happened to me. She is weak and whiny. She screams at the smallest thing. She likes jumping into my arms while faking a foot injury. I swear, one day I'm going to lose control and throw her overboard. Meanwhile, Susan is so gentle, but she is ready for battle at a moment's notice. She doesn't scream unless there is inevitable danger, like when we were going to be sold in Narrowheaven. And, sometimes she holds my hand or touches my shoulder and sometimes even kisses me, but I love it when she does that. Devon makes me feel uncomfortable; there is something about her that unsettles me. Susan makes me feel like maybe I am a good king, a great one. She pushes me to make my own decisions and is the best friend I could ask for. Not to mention I love her family. Lucy is the nicest person I have ever met and she is always so enthusiastic. Edmund is serious and always knows what to do. He is very controlled and calm, but he is like a brother to me. Peter understands me. He doesn't see his parents much and he was the High King at my age. He had to put his personal traumas to the side for his people, which I'm all too familiar with. I don't know anything about Devon and I don't believe her story about being an Amazon and Veela. She might pass for a Veela for her hair, but Veelas are kind, even if seductive, to everyone. As for an Amazon, she can use a bow, but the girl has never been in battle or battle training, I can tell. Susan is a warrior queen who isn't afraid to get her hands dirty. Devon wouldn't last a day in a fight, besides, it's not like Susan can't handle a bow. Susan is the best archer in history. She can shoot anything. And, I hate Devon; meanwhile I love Susan with all my heart. I don't understand how Devon doesn't know. It was love at first sight with Susan. I remember the day we met, Peter was about to kill me when she yelled at him to stop. Then I looked at her, I will never forget how she looked at me too. From then on, I tried my hardest to impress her. I even tried archery, but I missed with the bow and she had to help me. In fact, we later had a contest, her with a bow and me with a crossbow. Needless to say she won.

We finally got to the castle, where the banquet was to be held. When we got to the throne room, I looked at Susan and noticed she had turned pale. I followed her gaze, unprepared for what I saw next. It was a portrait of her, looking beautiful as always, but she was a bit older, in her early twenties, maybe. I felt anger boiling up inside me, my face growing red, and I was about to yell and go rip the King's throat out when Susan put her hand on my shoulder, shaking her head. I could see a lone tear escaping her eye and I hugged her, holding her close. The other Pevensies had also gone pale, except for Peter, who looked almost as angry as I did. The King saw her, then the portrait, and realized.

"Seize her!" I moved in front of her and took my sword out to protect her.

"No one touches her!" I yelled, and Peter charged.

"For Narnia!" this was a bloody battle, but the innocent had already escaped and there were no casualties on our side. I just stood in front of Susan, killing anyone who came close. When the battle was over, it was only Peter and the King.

"Why do you want her?" he asked.

"Well, because my kingdom has wanted her for centuries and I need a queen. Besides, it's not her choice." Uh oh, I think Susan was about to lose it. I was right.

"It is more my choice than any of yours combined, you hear?!" she yelled, and she kicked him, hard. The king only smiled and shook his head. I ran my sword straight through him.