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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 3: Valiant Kings and Midnight Visits
Susan had gone back to her room after the dinner with Aunt Rose and the Baron. She thought back on the evening with heavy lids.
The Baron, Susan found out, was actually a rather nice man, if not a little old. He had told her in very few words that he couldn’t have heirs and that, should she marry him before her child was born, he would give her and her child a home and a name. He even alluded, politely, to the fact that there would be no need for intimacy. But Susan was nevertheless angry because of Aunt Rose’s devious dealings. She should have been told from the start that she would be part of an arranged marriage in coming to this house.
During dinner, Aunt Rose had explained her close relationship with the Baron. She had recounted to Susan how they had been friends for the longest time and how he was now kindly kindly kind helping her out after a rather long financial problem. The very problem which, she said, had kept her from welcoming Susan to her house after her family had died. Noticing her niece’s furtive glances, she assured Susan that the choice was entirely up to her and that she was in no way being ambushed into marrying the Baron.
After they had finished dinner, Susan found she enjoyed the Baron’s – Jack- Jack’s company, but she told him in no uncertain terms that she did not wish to be married and that her heart still belonged to the father of her child. So he, in turn, told her about his “Dear Katherine” and how she had been taken from him when they were both so very young; how he had never recovered from his loss and never remarried; but now, after his brother’s death, his nephew was next in line to inherit the title. But the young man’s dubious character was a sure sign of the dishonor he would bring to the family name and the Baron would sooner have prefered a stranger to him.
Susan felt sympathy for the man and was about to reiterate her previous answer when she began considering her position. She was really alone. She had no money, no family and no education. She couldn’t depend on Aunt Rose forever, especially now after hearing she was having financial problems. It was up to her to find her way in life.
The man was honest. He could give her a home and her son, a father, but would she be betraying him by accepting? Why not? She thought to herself. He betrayed you in a way... but she found herself not wanting to follow that train of thought, afraid it would lead to hatred towards her former lover... It was the same reason she hadn’t opened his notebooks. Afraid they would only eventually lead her to hate him and she didn’t want that because she knew that if that came to be, she would be hating her own child too.
She was so tired, she just wanted to sleep, but she needed to be practical. To her own suprise she found herself actually considering the Baron’s proposal before it occured to her that she had already been married. She had already been a bride. She couldn’t help wondering if her marriage to the Baron would be anything like the previous one.
Queen Lucy held her sister’s head in her lap as she cried. She had been like this for hours, ever since they’d gotten the news. It appeared that only one of the men who had gone with High King Peter to negotiate the peace treaty with the giants had returned bearing news that King Peter and his men were being held against their will and would probably be slaughtered before morning.
King Edmund paced through Peter’s rooms without direction. But though he was already re-grouping his army, it would take more than a day to reach the Giant Territories. Peter would be dead by then.
“Susan, you must calm down!” Edmund knelt next to his sister. “You are of no use to him in this state.”
“I know,” she said and sat up cleaning her tears with a handkerchief. “But if I hadn’t been away, if I hadn’t gone to meet Rabadash maybe...”
“Maybe what?” Lucy asked gravely. “Maybe his jealousy wouldn’t have driven him mad and he wouldn’t have decided to go fight those monsters?” The youngest Pevensie shook her head and walked away from her siblings. She was crying now. “Don’t you see it in his eyes?” she asked, tears streaming down her face, “Don’t you see you break his heart little by little every time you go meet any new suitors? Oh Susan!” Lucy cried. “He’s in love with you!”
Susan walked towards her sister and seized her roughly by the shoulders. “Don’t say that!”Her older sister yelled “He can’t love me! It would be impossible!”
“Really?” Lucy questioned with mock understanding. “Then why is it that you have no problem with him sleeping in your rooms so many nights?”
Susan slapped her and Lucy slapped her back. Both sisters stared at eachother with utmost hatred for what seemed like the longest time, until Edmund intervened.
“Susan, I do not intend to know what’s going on between you and Peter, but he does tend to get very ‘agitated’ every time you go meet new suitors, so I would consider what Lucy is saying...”
“So what are you saying?” Susan turned away from Lucy and faced her younger brother, “That I should marry my own brother?” she asked while pulling her shoulders back haughtily.
“No one in this room will think less of any of you if you did,” Edmund answered wisely. “You’ve been dancing around eachother for ages and it’s clearly what he wants, but what is it you want, Susan?”
Susan pondered his question for a moment. Did she love him? Was she ready to give him her heart? Then she thought about what might happen to her if he were to return dead and the answer was as clear as day.
Before Susan could voice it however, a faun called Helioth entered the room crying at the top of his lungs. “King Edmund! King Edmund!”
“Yes, Helioth?”
“He has returned! High King Peter has returned!” Helioth announced joyously. “He and his men will need you, Queen Lucy, they are very---“
“What happened?” Edmund interrupted the faun.
“They escaped, my lord,” Helioth said. “There was a battle with the giants but somehow King Peter managed to elude them. He and a hundred Narnians returned alive..., many were harmed but I’m sure Queen Lucy---“
“Where is he?” Susan demanded. “I need to see him, Helioth, please...”
“Yes, my lady,” Helioth bowed at the gentle Queen. “I will take you to him,”
Queen Susan made her way down the many flights of stairs of Cair Paravel in a rush. Upon finally reaching the main gates where the army of the High King was being tended to, she searched the sea of nameless faces. Centaurs, fauns and various talking beasts, they all looked the same to her, stained with blood and dirt, some walking with difficulty, some sprawled across the floor. Until her eyes found him in the crowd, she could not but fear the worst.
No one would have been able to tell him apart from the other soldiers. He was as bloodied and as dirty as they were, but still he stood tall, a slight limp in his walk as he barked orders to the still standing soldiers asking them to take care of those who had not been so lucky. She had never seen him so tired.
Susan didn’t know how long she stared at him before he finally met her gaze.
“Susan!” he called weakly, thankfully, and it seemed as if he had survived only to see her face again before he fell.
Susan rushed to his side and held him against her breast for what seemed like hours, but was actually only a few moments. “Don’t ever leave me again, Peter,” she pleaded as he regained consciousness.
“I won’t. I promise.” He said steadily.
She lowered her lips to his with fervent passion, and for the first time, she did not care who might be looking.
The next day, after Queen Lucy’s magical elixir had cured all of the wounded soldiers, High King Peter and Queen Susan were wedded. And there was never a happier day in Narnia.
Susan’s eyes snapped open when she felt the cold object against her throat.
A figure was hovering over her with a knife poised at her neck. The figure’s height and awkward slim form left no doubt about its identity...
“Harriet?” Susan asked in a terrified whisper.
“Shut up!” The younger girl ordered.
“I don’t understand,” Susan said, choking back her fears, “Why are you doing this?” she asked, wishing she had her old horn more than anything.
“You should never have come,” Harriet replied and then spat in her face.
It took Susan several long moments before she noticed the girl was gone from her room. A few shocked tears escaped her eyes as she raced to her door, quickly securing the lock.
Relizing that her cousin’s spit was still covering her forehead, she clumsily wiped it away only to notice she was trembling.
Still shaking from head to toe Susan walked back to her bed. Her hand pressed against the lump of fear in her neck verifying that she hadn’t been harmed.
This has to be a nightmare.
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