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The Lost Queen	By : roguey17 Category: A through F > Chronicles of Narnia Views: 23901 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 1: The Real World.
Susan studied her reflection in the grimy mirror. She slowly turned sideways and lifted her dark sweater up untill it covered only her breasts, her eyes travelling across her flat stomach as she wondered when she would start showing.
Her roomate’s voice broke her out of her trance. “Susan, what are you doing?” She asked with a laugh. “Worried you’ll get fat?” She said with a smile.
Susan returned her genuine smile with a flase one of her own “Oh, you never know when a boy might be looking,” she said simply.
“Alright, “Miss perfection”, finish your packing already so I can meet my probably not so nice new roomate,” the other girl scolded her with mock severity
“I already finished my packing, Martha,” Susan said, turning her back to her.
Martha raised her eyebrows and looked at their joint bathroom. All of Susan’s lipsticks and make up were still there, unpacked.
“But..” Martha began, but was interrupted by Susan who gave her a sharp look.
“I have everything I need, thank you,” she said almost cruely, but instantly regretted it when she saw Martha’s hurt expression. “I’m sorry, Martha” she said honestly, “I guess it’s just what coming of age feels like.”
Susan grimaced at her own lie. All of the girls at the orphanage had been told that she was becoming of age and that was the reason she was leaving the house; none of them were to know she was with child.
Her guardian, Madam Stewart hadn’t been very understanding when she had gotten the call from the doctor, informing her that a certain Susan Pevensie was due to give birth in less than eight months. She had been cold and inquisitive as to who the baby’s father was, but Susan wouldn’t budge, she didn’t utter a single word. Steward, as the girls called her, had tried to persuade the young woman to go to a safe house for young mothers but Susan had refused, as she did with the doctor, only angering the caretaker. Soon her Aunt Rose was contacted and ‘Steward’ couldn’t be happier to be rid of the pregnant girl.
Aunt Rose. Now that was a different story. She wasn’t really Susan’s aunt and she only knew her by name- she had been her father’s cousin- but it appeared they had been very close in their childhood since Susan and her brothers and sister always recieved presents from her at Christmas. She hadn’t attended the funerals though, only sent a card for Susan which contained her condolences and a photo of her father in his younger years, but no invitation to stay at her house. So having no family left, Susan was sent to the orphanage. She was really suprised when her “aunt” had so eagerly invited her to her house upon hearing the news of her pregnancy.
Susan stoped her musings when she saw Martha leaning over her bags.
Four bags.
One for each one of them.
“You never did show me what was in the other three, Su,” Martha said casually. “Last chance,” she added playfully.
Susan’s eyes filled with tears at the thought of opening those bags. They contained the things that were most precious to her brothers and sister. Lucy’s toys, Edmund’s books
and Peter’s...
She choked back a sob when she thought of Peter’s notebooks, all of them filled with their adventures and his most intimate thoughts... she hadn’t dared to open them, she had just put them in the bag and took them with her to the orphanage.
Martha looked down when she saw her roomate’s expression, “I’m sorry, Su,” she said sincerely, “I didn’t mean to upset you” She smiled.
Susan returned her smile. She was going to miss Martha.
Before any of them could said anything else, a little girl appeared on the door. She looked frightened and Susan understood immediatly that she was under the ‘Steward’s’ orders.
“Miss Pevensie?” she said timidly, “Mrs Stewart says that they’re here to pick you up,” she added and ran from the room.
Susan didn’t know how she succeded to bring down all four bags by herself, but somehow she managed. ‘Steward’ was waiting by the door with a scruffy looking dark-haired man who smiled at her when she put her bags down.
“Miss Pevensie,” Steward barked and nodded at the young man, “Ronald Reuel Tinselwood.” She made the introductions and grabbed the doorknob.“He will make sure you get sure to your Aunt Rose’s,” she added opening the door and practically pushing them both outside.
“Farewell Ronald, Miss Pevensie,” Steward said and snapped the door shut behind her.
Ronald turned to help her with her luggage, “Sorry ‘bout that.” He said, “Lady can be mean sometimes.” He tried to smile at Susan. “Don’t blame you for not wantin’ your small ‘un around ‘er.”
“You know?” Susan asked curtly.
“’Course I do,” he gave her a knowing smile “D’you think this is the first time I do this?”
“Oh,” she said simply.“So what do we do now?” she asked, a hint of fear in her voice.
“We go to me car,” he explained as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. “You
don’t want to be walking to Oxford, do you?” he winked.
“No.” Susan smiled “Of course not.”
Their trip to Oxford could have been long and tedious but Susan found a sympathetic soul in Ronald, who was more than happy to share with her stories of his childhood and how he came to be Steward’s “taking care of problems” boy.
“See, lady wasn’t so bad when she was younger, used to be my mum’s bestest friend. Then her husband died and I got sent to look after her. But she don’t need anyone to take care o’ her. Instead she pays me well for takin’ care of sweet little things like you,” he explained, three hours into their trip.
“You sound like you’re going to murder me.” Susan tried to smile.
“Nah, never that, little thing, just get you safe and sound to your auntie’s.” He winked again, then turned serious. “But you haven’t said a single thing about yourself this whole time... you must think I’m a rude caveman” he said and smiled
“There’s not much to say.” Susan’s voice turned cold. “Just pregnant and alone,” she added.
“What of the daddy?”
“Dead.”
“Sorry,” he put one hand over her shoulder and removed it almost instantly at her look. She clearly didn’t like to be touched... at least not anymore.
Suddenly their “instant friendship” had grown cold and embarassing and neither of them spoke another word for a while.
“He’s not really gone,” Ronald said after some long uncomfortable moments. “He’s in your belly, welll ‘alf of him is there at least. The other half of the baby will be all you but at least you’ll always have a part of him.”
Susan turned from the window, a serious expression in her face. “Thank you,” she said choking back a sob. The young man would never know how much his words affected her. She hadn’t thought about that until now, but she knew now for certain that her child would be a boy and that he would resemble his father. Call it mother’s intuition, call it what you want, but she was sure of that.
Suddenly a thought occured to her. “Ronald?”
“Yes?”
“Do you like fairytales?”
“’Course I do,” he said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
“Can I tell you one?” She asked hopefully.
“I’m pretty sure I’ve heard ‘em all.”
“Not this one,” she smiled secretly. “Once upon a time there were four Kings and Queens in a land called Narnia...”
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