TRIGGER WARNING: This chapter will contain a flashback that may be triggering for some readers. Discretion is advised. Flashback will be in italics.

Their pants were the only noise that filled the room as they hurriedly undressed each other. A loud grunt escaped Susan as Caspian pushed her against the wall of his bedchamber. He pushed her hair aside and latched his lips onto her neck, causing her to gasp, "Caspian," She moaned as he began grinding against her.

With just his pants and her slip between them, he slipped his left hand over one of her breasts and squeezed gently. His right hand went to lift her leg over his hip, lifting the thin fabric of her slip over her thigh as he did. "God, I have wanted you for so long. I wanted nothing more than to take you on that courtyard today, when you kissed me," he mumbled against her ear. She hummed in response and curled her fingers tightly into his hair.

"Make love to me, Caspian," she begged, running her hands over his shoulder and chest. She loved the way his arms felt under her hands, so strong and muscular. She wanted them wrapped around her while he made love to her. It was plainly obvious that despite how strong she was, it would take little effort for him to use her as he wanted, having an advantage over her with his strength and height.

He didn't ask any further. He lifted her so effortlessly into his arms and threw her onto his bed. Before she could even have a chance to sit up, he climbed on top of her and restrained her hands to hold them above her head. "I've wanted you since I first saw you in the forest," he murmured in her ear as he pressed his lips to her neck. A smile etched his face when he heard a soft moan leave her lips. He moved to hold both of her hands above her head with just one of his own, and with the other he held her breast.

He was hardly a stranger to women. Of course over the years he'd had a few mistresses. But something about this was different. Something about Susan was different. She wasn't like all those other women. And as he slipped into her warmth, he wanted to make sure that she always knew that ,from here on out, she was the only one for him. The only one he wanted.

"I love you, Queen Susan. My queen."


She couldn't seem to find her sleep. After she and Caspian had made love, he fell asleep with his arms around her shoulder and waist. But she was having a harder time. It was beginning to sink in that while she would certainly see Edmund and Lucy again, she would never see Peter again. He was gone, never to return to Narnia. Being that they were just under a year apart in age, they were closer to each other than either of their other siblings. Her heart broke at the thought of never seeing her brother, her best friend, again.

Taking a brief glance at Caspian, Susan decided she couldn't sleep anymore and threw her legs over the side of the bed. Deciding to forego getting dressed, she took a gown to wrap around herself before stepping out of the room. The night air from the window in the hallway brushed over her face, and her dark curls danced with the slight breeze. She strolled through the hallway, lit only by small lanterns, and ended up in the palace garden.

So much had transpired in the last few weeks. Taking Narnia back for the Narnians, Caspian being made king, a painful farewell, and her giving herself to Caspian.

Her breath caught in her throat. She had slept with Caspian. A sharp pain was felt in the back of her head as a painful memory made it's way to the surface. When had her last time been?


"Am I really to believe that you are the mighty queen that has put the fear of Aslan into the hearts of every king in surrounding countries?" the cold voice was mocking.

She merely laughed, "You may think you scare me. But trust me when I tell you, I have seen things you can't even begin to imagine," she met his eyes with no fear. She had faced a witch, fought battles, she had blood on her hands. A prince who had hardly left his palace in his twenty years of life did not scare her. He could do his worst.

Rabadash smiled evilly, "I suppose I will have to change your mind that hard way." Stepping away from her, her took out his bejewelled dagger and stroked it across her face. "Such a pretty face. I can see why men fight for your attention." He dragged it over her cheek again, slightly rougher, just enough to draw a bit of blood. Susan didn't even flinch. He laughed, low and soft. "Well, they didn't lie when they said you would be hard to break."

He moved back once more and loosened the strings of his sash around his waist. He dropped his robes, never breaking eye contact with Susan. "Tell me, Queen Susan, have you ever been with a man?" He stepped behind her and made to work at the strings of her corset.

Her breath caught. She quickly caught herself and stood defiantly. No. She would no answer him. She wouldn't give him that satisfaction.

When her corset fell, he took a knife to her remaining garments to cut them from her body. Pressing his lips to her neck, he reached around to cup her breasts. He chuckled when she shivered in his arms. "You like when I touch you?" he whispered, massaging her breasts, getting rougher every second.

She held back a moan. She hated what he was doing. She didn't want it. what's more, she hated her own body for betraying her. For reacting in such a way despite hating the feeling of his hands roaming freely. A choked gasp slipped out of her mouth when she felt him enter her roughly. There was no mercy, no moment to allow her to adjust. He bucked into her like she was no more than one his mistresses. And to him, she probably wasn't. She knew that she was just a conquest.

The young prince was animalistic as he drew in and out of her. He smiled at knowing that he would now be able to say that he had conquered the fierce queen every kingdom around them feared and respected. He, a young ruler, had done what no other man had been able to do.

"You would do well to remember your place, woman. You are below me," he growled, grabbing her hair and twisting it. When she finally whimpered in agony, he found his release. He dressed quickly and took his dagger out once more. He drew several deep stroked over her sides and then her back. And with pride at having just claiming his prize, he made several much deeper cuts over her back. With it, he carved his crest into her. She would forever bear the mark of what he had done.

No sooner had he finished, he was gone from the cell. Susan was left crumpled on the ground, bleeding and in pain.


Susan closed her eyes. It had been a year and a half since that day. Slowly, she had began to heal from it. She remembered when Peter finally found her. Only he knew of what Rabadash had done to her. Only he knew how much she suffered since that day. No, it had not been the only time that Rabadash had violated her, but it was the first and most memorable. The brand ensured she would never forget it.

"Couldn't sleep?"

Her eyes darted in the direction she heard the soft, Spanish accent. A slight smile came to her lips. "I..." she was at a loss for words. "No. It's been such an eventful day, I needed some air," even she heard the curtness in her own voice.

The new king sat next to her, concern in his expression. "What troubles you, my love?" he whispered, kissing her temple and brushing a few stray locks away from her face. He could see the clear signs of pain. "Is it your brothers and sister?"

She shook her head. "No, Caspian. It's...I..." How was she to tell him? How could she expect him to still see her the same if she told him the truth about what had happened? She took a breath. That was a risk she would have to take. "I haven't had a man in...a long time," she whispered.

He didn't say anything at first, and then smiled unknowingly. "That's what is bothering you? Darling, you need not worry. I thought you were-"

"It wasn't willingly, Caspian," she cut him off, not knowing if she would find another moment of courage to be honest about it. "I didn't...it wasn't...I didn't sleep with him willingly." She chanced a look in his direction and met his gaze. "You know the story of when I was kidnapped by Rabadash of Calormen?" She would find it hard to believe if he didn't.

He nodded silently.

Taking his hands in her own, she squeezed them tightly, searching for some of his own strength. Standing up, she slipped the gown off of her shoulders, exposing her back to him. The scars of the dagger were ragged and protruded very visibly, one could see it from far away. "This is what he did...after he raped me."