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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 5: Aslan’s Arrival
Dark hair was clinging to her sweaty forehead and he could feel how she was losing her strenght. As she took a deep breath, it was as if he could feel his own lungs fill with air and then struggle to let it go. The pain was unbearabel, as she gathered all her strength to give another another push.
“You must be strong, girl!” cried a male voice. “Only a few more and he’ll be out!” he said reassuringly, but the soothing words failed to convince.
“I can’t,” she whispered and fell into darkness and he fell with her.
High King Peter of Narnia woke up clutching his chest.
It had happened again.
Damned dreams!
He pushed his naked body out of the bed, while trying not to wake the pretty girl lying by his side. He tried to shake that voice from his thoughts, the voice that had been haunting him ever since... he couldn’t really remeber since when.
“I can’t....”
He rarely remembered anything of the dreams, but her voice always stayed with him, sometimes soothing and whispering words of care, sometimes screaming and crying. It didn’t matter how many princesses and courtesans he bedded, Peter always expected to hear her voice screaming his name at the moment of climax.
He knew she was just a figment of his imagination, but he couldn’t help think that all the girls he had been with had been just that, “girls”. Yet that voice, that sweet voice... it belonged to a woman.
Peter shook his head in amusement. He was falling in love with a ghost.
The girl woke as he dressed himself. She smiled at him but he did not return it, he didn’t even look at her. The girl shifted awkwardly in the bed and looked down at the blood stained sheets, a look of shame crossing her features.
“Get dressed and leave my rooms, please,” he said uncaringly. “I really don’t want you here, Kylandra...”
“Kellandra,” she corrected, with her head hung low and her eyes filled with tears.
“Sorry, Kellandra, I really don’t want you here when Queen Lucy comes to fetch me for breakfast,” he ended without looking at her.
“But, My King...”
“Just go, please,” he said putting on his swordbelt, “Don’t make it more awkward than it already is”
The girl gathered her clothes and ran from the room, bumping into a surprised Lucy as she opened the door.
“Aslan, Peter! That was the niece of the King of Archenland!” She said disapprovingly. “You should know better...”
“Calm down, dear sister” Peter said with a smile he only saved for his Lucy. “She shed blood last night, she won’t be saying anything if she wants someone ‘respectable’ to wed her,” he added calmly.
“I wish you wouldn’t have to tell me such atrocious details,” Lucy blushed. “Besides, you have to get married someday,” she smiled playfully, any embarassment forgotten.
“Yes, but I do not wish a princess,” he stated. “I want a Queen!”
Peter stopped dead in his tracks. Why did he feel like he had uttered those words before?
Lucy rolled her eyes. “Does this have anything to do with those dreams of yours?” she asked with her hands on her hips.
“No,” he lied, but he knew his sister wouldn’t buy it. She knew him too well.
“All right,” she said, dropping her hands in defeat. “If you won’t take a wife, will you at least escort your beloved sister to breakfast?” she smiled innocently at him.
“It’s only two doors down, dear sister,” he laughed. “But I shall,” he smiled courteously and offered his arm to Lucy who was more than eager to take it.
They arrived at Edmund’s balcony a few minutes later. It didn’t matter how long they had been at Cair Paravel, they still had breakfast in Edmund’s rooms.
“Good morning, Ed!” Lucy greeted and Edmund made a gesture with his hand at her.
“Manners, Edmund.” Peter scolded him. “Your sister greeted you,” he said severely.
Edmund looked at his brother as if he were the devil incarnate but smiled nonetheless. “Sorry, Lucy,” he apologized, without looking at his sister. When he spoke, his eyes remained fixed on his older brother.
“Oh stop it!” Lucy yelled. “I’m sick and tired of your little arguments, so leave me out of it,” she said and sat opposite Edmund at the table.
Peter and Edmund shared another murderous look before the High King finally took his seat.
“So how are our ‘foreign relations’ with Archenland, Peter?” Edmund asked innocently.
Peter smiled with ease at his brother. “Excellent,” he said with a smug smile, he knew Edmund wasn’t talking about politics.
“Good,” Edmund nodded, “I could hear you ‘debating’ all night long,” he said and Lucy choked on her drink.
Peter laughed and patted his sister’s back. “Oh yes,” he smiled. “The debates were long and tedious, but you wouldn’t know anything about that, since you were never good at debating, right, Ed?” he said maliciously and Edmund’s face turned red with fury. But before he could say anything, Lucy interrupted them.
“As much fun as this is,” she said severely. “I have important news to share,” she added recovering her smile.
“What is it, Lucy?” Peter asked with concern and Edmund merely raised an eyebrow at her.
“He’s been spotted,” she said with glee. “Aslan’s been spotted! He’s coming to Cair Paravel!” She added happily.
Peter and Edmund’s faces light up at her revelation. Immediatley setting aside their differences, they burst into conversation.
“We have to make preparations...”
“A feast is in order...”
“It’s been so long since he last came...”
“I suppose he must have heard about the conflicts in our provinces...”
Lucy smiled at her brothers. It was nice to see them getting along for once.
“Brothers,” she said but they continued to ignore her. “BROTHERS!” she yelled.
They both stopped talking and turned to look at their sister.
“It’s all right. Being the only woman in this family is a burden I have come to accept.” She laughed. “I suggest we prepare a great feast, but we must keep it to ourselves so our guests will be stunned by the suprise.”
“I couldn’t agree more, Lucy,” Peter said fondly.
“Nor I,” Edmund added with a smile to his sister.
Lucy smiled widely. “I’ll go fetch Jill and Polly! They will be so excited!” she announced and ran from the room.
All thoughts of breakfast were forgotten as both brothers set to work. The castle had to be perfect for Aslan. All the servants were hard at work, polishing every armor, cleaning every room. And finally, as the violet colors of dusk faded into black, the feast began.
High King Peter entered the room wearing his finest robes. He nodded at a few dignitaries and smiled at his fellow Narnians as he made his way to his throne. His eyes noticed the King of Archenland who was walking towards him.
“High King,” he said fondly. “I cannot stress enough how glad we are to be in your land!”
“The pleasure is mine,” Peter responded with grace. “Now if you would return to your seat, I guarantee we’re in for a treat tonight,” he finished and resumed his walking towards the end of the room. He seated himself in the highest chair and smiled when he saw his sister secretly whispering with Jill and Polly, and turned to see Edmund deep in conversation with Digory.
“Yes but that was only after they caught us...” Digory was saying.
The High King smiled and looked away to see the rest of the room. Men, women and talking beasts were engrossed in gossiping about what the suprise might be. The young ladies expected a ball and a chance to dance with the handsome High King of Narnia, while the young men spoke of tournaments and contests to prove their bravery. All of them had been strategically placed in two tables facing eachother, leaving a huge space in the middle.
Finally the chatter died down as the main doors of the room opened and the great feline entered. The crowd gasped in awe.
“Aslan!” Peter rose from his seat gracefully and bowed to the Great Lion.
“High King,” Aslan nodded. “Queen Lucy, King Edmund,” he acknowledged each of them. “We have important matters to discuss,” he said then turned to the Centaur who had opened the Hall’s doors for him. “Bring her in,” he ordered.
The Centaur left only to return shortly after, half-dragging a girl who was trembling from head to toe. The entire dinning hall burst into hushed whispers. “Who is she?” some asked, “She’s not from Narnia,” stated others. Aslan studied the terrified captive for a moment, completely oblivious to the rest of the room, before looking back to Peter.
“I believe it’s time I told you about Susan,” Aslan said simply.
Peter exchanged looks of confusion with his brother and sister.
“Susan? Who is she?” he asked with a raised eyebrow.

I know! I know! It’s Womanizer!Peter, but it balances well the amount of Slut!Susan fics we’ve been getting lately. I know the general question is "Why doesn't anybody remember Susan?" All I can say is that Chapter 7 is titled “Fall of the Magnificent”... Please review ;)
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