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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 2: Aunt Rose
Susan could see Lucy and Edmund dancing circles in a forest clearing, while a friendly looking faun played the flute. At her shoulder, she noticed, stood, a very handsome Peter, who, smiling down at her, invited her to dance.
“Susan,” he said fondly, and she squezzed his hand between hers. Too lost in his blue eyes, she found herself drawn towards her younger siblings before she knew it. With shock she found she couldn’t move. “Susan?” Her brother arched his eyebrows at her strange behaivour “Susan, come with me!” He ordered.
“I can’t!” She cried
“Why not?”Peter asked and she instantly recognized the High King in him speaking.
“He won’t let me!” She said desperatley.
“Susan!” Peter yelled and she felt strong hands pulling at her shoulders from behind, She grudgingly let go of Peter’s hand as she was pulled into the night, away from him... Soon she couldn’t see him anymore, only hear his call or, “Susan! Susan!”
“Susan!” She felt a pair of strong hands gripping her shoulders and she opened her eyes to see Ronald’s worried face staring down at her. “Are you okay?” The older man asked.
“Yes, I’m fine,” she said simply.
“You were talking in your sleep” He stated with a frown. “Who ‘won’t let you’?” He asked with curiosity.
“God,” she replied curtly, only to noice that the car had stopped. “Ronald why did we stop?”
“Oh!” He smiled, apparently forgetting all about ‘God’ when he spoke.“We’re here,” he said simply.
“Already?” She asked with suprise
“Yes, you slept for four hours,” he informed.“I didn’t have the heart to wake you, poor thing, you seemed so tired!”
“Thanks,” “Susan said without really paying attention, her whole focus now was on the big house outside. “Is this Aunt’s Rose’s?” she inquired.
“Yes,” “he smiled sadly. “I’m afraid this is where we part ways, liltle thing,” he added grimly.
Susan was quiet for a moment. “Won’t you come with me inside?” She asked tentatively, suddenly feeling sad to leave her companion.
“No.” He shook his head. “I shan’t, it woudlnt’ be right, it isn’t right, it’s your family and I’m just a stranger”
“You’re not a stranger.” She smiled sadly at him. “Will I ever see you again?”
“I sure hope so, little thing,” he said unconvincingly. “But in case we don’t, make sure to tell the little one all about Marmia...”
“Narnia,” she corrected with a raised eyebrow.
“Yes, that, do tell him about that, please.”
“I will,”
she said.
“I’ll help you unload your things” he said and got out of the car and she followed.
And too soon Susan found herself staring at the retreating car with a sad expression on her face. Ronald Reuel, she thought to herself, I like that name...
But a voice that reminded Susan of a mare in heat broke her out of her reverie.
“Gods! Susan!” The voice cried and Susan turned around. A petite woman with a kind face was rushing from the house towards her. Her plump aspect making her look almost comical as she ran down the stone path leading from the house. When she finally reached Susan, the woman studied her for a moment. “You have your father’s eyes,” she concluded after a short silence.
“Aunt Rose!” Susan smiled and nodded her head.
“Yes,"she acuiesed .“This is my home,” said she, poitning to the house. “And I very much hope it will be yours too,” she added happily and put her arm around the girl’s shoulders.
Susan smiled in return.
“Aunt Rose?” She asked as they started walking towards the house.
“Just auntie, dear, but that’s just for you.”
“Alright then, Auntie... why did you let me stay with you?”
“I loved your father like my own brother, you know,” Rose said fondly. ”He wouldn’t have wanted me to leave his little girl all alone in a situation like this:”
Susan had wanted to say: “then why didn’t you come to take me with you after the accident?” but bit her tongue since she didn’t want to anger ‘Auntie’ Rose and end up homeless again.
They entered the big Victorian manor which reminded Susan of another house, another time. She was lost in her memories untill she saw movement out of the corner of her eye.
Rose entered, carrying her bags before she could take a second look. “Oh really, child!” she laughed “You have a lot of things!” She finished and wiped the sweat off her forehead with her chubby hands. Then Aunt Rose turned serious, “I expect you’d like to see your room.”
“Yes, please,” Susan answered.
“Alright” Rose smiled. “HARRIET!” She yelled and her voice echoed through the house.
Susan looked to her left and saw a young girl of about fourteen coming out from behind a cupboard.
“Yes, mother?” The girl, ‘Harriet’, inquired and Susan could swear she heard a hint of fear in her voice.
“This is your cousin Susan,” Rose nodded at the young woman and Susan smiled at Harriet who in turn did not return it. “You are to bring her to her room. Take her things too!” she ordered and then turned to Susan. “I’ll see you at dinner, my dear,” she concluded and disappeared through one of the doors.
Harriet stared at Susan’s bags absently, before she moved to pick them up.
“Let me help you with—“ Susan began but was cut short by her ‘cousin’.
“No,” she said without looking at her. “She told me to bring them, she might get mad if I don’t.”
“I’m sure she won’t—“
“I said no!” Harriet said grimly and piled the four bags one on top of the other as they began walking up the stairs.
Susan was somewhat disturbed at the young girl’s behaivor. Why wouldn’t Harriet let her help? Was she afraid of Aunt Rose? The woman seemed so cheerful and nice she didn’t dare to think that was the reason. They walked through two pairs of stairs untill they reached the second floor and Susan idly wondered how hard it would be for her to conduct her very pregnant self up and down those steps in a few months.
Finally, they were there and Harriet opened the door to a very spacious and well-furnished room. There was a bed, a dresser and Susan discovered she even had her own bathroom. She walked ahead of her cousin and took a long look around before turning to Harriet and smiling “I like this room.”
She got no response.
“Where do you sleep?” Susan inquired curiously.
Silence.
“Are you alright, Harriet?”
“Good.” The younger girl finally replied “Is everything okay then?” She asked, her eyes not leaving the floor.
Susan opened her mouth to answer but the girl was gone before she could continue. Strange girl, she thought to herself as she yawned suddenly realizing she was very tired. She turned around and decided to lie down for a bit, thinking it couldn’t be good for the baby if she stressed herself out.
She walked towards the bed and laid her body upon the silken sheets, sleep soon claiming her.
They were lying side by side in the comfortable grass, the wind caressing their naked skins. He was looking at her with the most innocent expression. She laughed to herself as he flung a leg across hers.
“What?” He asked with mock concern.
“Nothing,” she smiled sweetly at her lover. “I was just looking at you.”
“What do you see?” He inquired, closing his eyes and hugging her even closer to him.
“The High King of Narnia...” she began seriously, “... who enjoys frolicking in the grass behind Mr Tumnus’ house better than entrataining his guests,” she ended with a laugh.
“Ouch!” He said and placed a hand upon his heart.“It isn’t my fault that the princesses of Archenland keep flinging themselves at me!” He complained, eyes open and focused on her.
“Well, I don’t blame them.” Susan laughed wholeheartedly at his statement.
“I don’t either,” he smiled smugly and recieved a slap to his shoulder.
“Don’t be cocky, it’s not fit for a a king,” she scolded.
His expression turned serious, “I don’t want a princess.” He stated.“I want a Queen.”
“I’m sure you’ll find one,” she said sadly and turned away from to lay her back flat against the ground and stare at the stars...
She felt a hand on her cheek, cleaning the tears that she hadn’t noticed falling.
“I already have.”
Susan opened her eyes and turned her head, almost expecting to see him laying next to her. She felt the tears coming to her eyes and, before she could stop herself, she found herself crying. “Why did you take them?!” She cried out in anguish.
Before she could resume her sobbing or even make herself presentable the door swung open. Aunt Rose stood there with a worried expression on her face.
“Child!” She cried and ran towards the bed, Susan expected more hollow condolences, maybe even a hug, but what she heard suprised her “Don’t be too loud.” he might hear you!”
“He?” Susan asked, tears still streaming down her face.
“The Baron.” Rose answered as if that was the most obvious thing in the world. “Come, clean those tears away. He’s dying to meet you!”
Susan was confused. A Baron? Why would a Baron want to meet her? Why couldn’t they just let her grieve in peace? Rose led her to the bathroom and splashed some water across her face.
“There.” Rose said with raised eyebrows. “You look good enough,” she added before d dragging her downstairs by the arm.
“Auntie? What’s happening?” Susan asked in confusion.
“You’re about to meet your future husband,” her aunt replied.
Susan choked back a sob.
Husband?
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