Not a day has passed without the thought of him. Every day he comes to mind and as hard as Susan Pevensie tries, she cannot stop thinking about the Prince, now King Caspian X. She knows that she cannot go back to Narnia, and as hard as she tries to reason with her heart, it still cries out for him, day after day.
Mornings began with the thought of him and evenings ended with the reminder of their last embrace. And with each night she went to bed, all Susan could think of was being held by Caspian, one more time.
"Susan? Susan!"
"Huh?"
Susan Pevensie snapped back to the world of reality and looked down at her little sister, Lucy Pevensie.
"Are you alright?"
Susan glanced around, reminding herself that she was in the park, spending the afternoon with her sister. This happened often with Susan, ever since they had come back from Narnia, a little more than a year ago. And even though a year may not seem as too much time to some, it felt like a millennia had passed for Susan Pevensie.
Would he even be alive even if I did ever get a chance to go back?
"Susan? Su?"
She looked back down at her sister, who still looked at her with confusion.
"I'm fine Lu," she tried smiling softly.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, just... just thinking about an assignment I have.
By the look on her sister's face, Susan could tell that Lucy wasn't convinced. However, she was grateful when she didn't push forward on it. Instead she laid back down on the grass and looked up at the clouds. She did the same as well, but her mind was instantly transported back to Narnia. She remembered how soft and green the grass was and she remembered playing with the trees.
Yes, she truly missed Narnia and above all, she missed Caspian.
Three years had passed since the two kings and two queens of old had come back to Narnia and a year since King Edmund the Queen Lucy had returned with their cousin Eustace. But even after all this time and after all of the events, King Caspian still could not forget the gentle Queen Susan. He would always reflect back to the day she had left Narnia and how his heart had pitted when she left. He remembered how she had kissed him in front of everyone and how he didn't want to let her go.
Not a day passed without the thought of her - her beautiful blue eyes, her smile - everything. And not a single day passed where he didn't wish her back. Yes he had met beautiful girls over the years - one who was even a star - but no one could ever compare to Susan. Caspian had tried hard to get over his feelings for Susan, knowing that one day he would have to get married and give his people a queen, as well as bring an heir to the thrown. He understood this well, and the people around him often reminded him of it.
But no matter what, his heart and mind was still set on Susan Pevensie.
Why Aslan? Why did she have to leave, he wondered resting his chin on his folded hands. Why can she never come back?
A knock on the door brought the king out of his thoughts. "Come in."
Professor Cornelius entered the room and immediately, Caspian understood why he was here. He had been trying to avoid the professor by holing himself in his study, not telling anyone where he was. But it was only a matter of time until he was found.
"Really, my Lord, hiding," the professor frowned.
Caspian rolled his eyes with a groan. "Professor-"
"You can not hide forever."
"That I know," and he stood up from his desk and moved over to a shelf, pretending to browse for a book. "Is there something you would like to say?"
The professor scoffed lightly with humor. "I think his majesty already knows why I am here."
Caspian said nothing and ran his fingers over the many books he owned.
"The council grows impatient, my King. Marriage-"
"Is something I will decide for myself. I will marry when I wish to marry, to whomever I want to marry."
"But is there anyone you wish to marry?"
Susan, his mind echoed immediately.
Caspian remained silent, but the professor knew better. "It has been three years Caspian. You know that she cannot come back."
The king gripped onto the book his hand hovered over. This motion wasn't missed by Cornelius, and he walked around the king's desk. He moved closer to the king and placed his hand on his shoulder.
"I understand that it is hard to forget the ones you love... but sometimes we have no other choice but to try and force it to be gone."
Again Caspian said nothing and stared at the books in front of him, his grip still tight on the book.
"Think it over," and the professor patted his shoulder, and left the study.
King Caspian simply stood there, his grip not loosening from the book. It pained him very much at the thought of forgetting about the gentle queen and giving his heart to someone else. He understood his responsibilities as king and of his people, but never did he think it would become as big as a situation as it is today. But could he honestly blame them? Everything he and the kings and queens of old had done would have gone to waste if he could not produce an heir. The throne would go to someone else, and the Telmarines and Narnians would once again be against each other, something Caspian never wanted again.
Caspian sighed and leaned his forehead against the bookcase. "I need you Susan," he whispered. "I need you, my love."
Mornings began with the thought of him and evenings ended with the reminder of their last embrace. And with each night she went to bed, all Susan could think of was being held by Caspian, one more time.
"Susan? Susan!"
"Huh?"
Susan Pevensie snapped back to the world of reality and looked down at her little sister, Lucy Pevensie.
"Are you alright?"
Susan glanced around, reminding herself that she was in the park, spending the afternoon with her sister. This happened often with Susan, ever since they had come back from Narnia, a little more than a year ago. And even though a year may not seem as too much time to some, it felt like a millennia had passed for Susan Pevensie.
Would he even be alive even if I did ever get a chance to go back?
"Susan? Su?"
She looked back down at her sister, who still looked at her with confusion.
"I'm fine Lu," she tried smiling softly.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, just... just thinking about an assignment I have.
By the look on her sister's face, Susan could tell that Lucy wasn't convinced. However, she was grateful when she didn't push forward on it. Instead she laid back down on the grass and looked up at the clouds. She did the same as well, but her mind was instantly transported back to Narnia. She remembered how soft and green the grass was and she remembered playing with the trees.
Yes, she truly missed Narnia and above all, she missed Caspian.
Three years had passed since the two kings and two queens of old had come back to Narnia and a year since King Edmund the Queen Lucy had returned with their cousin Eustace. But even after all this time and after all of the events, King Caspian still could not forget the gentle Queen Susan. He would always reflect back to the day she had left Narnia and how his heart had pitted when she left. He remembered how she had kissed him in front of everyone and how he didn't want to let her go.
Not a day passed without the thought of her - her beautiful blue eyes, her smile - everything. And not a single day passed where he didn't wish her back. Yes he had met beautiful girls over the years - one who was even a star - but no one could ever compare to Susan. Caspian had tried hard to get over his feelings for Susan, knowing that one day he would have to get married and give his people a queen, as well as bring an heir to the thrown. He understood this well, and the people around him often reminded him of it.
But no matter what, his heart and mind was still set on Susan Pevensie.
Why Aslan? Why did she have to leave, he wondered resting his chin on his folded hands. Why can she never come back?
A knock on the door brought the king out of his thoughts. "Come in."
Professor Cornelius entered the room and immediately, Caspian understood why he was here. He had been trying to avoid the professor by holing himself in his study, not telling anyone where he was. But it was only a matter of time until he was found.
"Really, my Lord, hiding," the professor frowned.
Caspian rolled his eyes with a groan. "Professor-"
"You can not hide forever."
"That I know," and he stood up from his desk and moved over to a shelf, pretending to browse for a book. "Is there something you would like to say?"
The professor scoffed lightly with humor. "I think his majesty already knows why I am here."
Caspian said nothing and ran his fingers over the many books he owned.
"The council grows impatient, my King. Marriage-"
"Is something I will decide for myself. I will marry when I wish to marry, to whomever I want to marry."
"But is there anyone you wish to marry?"
Susan, his mind echoed immediately.
Caspian remained silent, but the professor knew better. "It has been three years Caspian. You know that she cannot come back."
The king gripped onto the book his hand hovered over. This motion wasn't missed by Cornelius, and he walked around the king's desk. He moved closer to the king and placed his hand on his shoulder.
"I understand that it is hard to forget the ones you love... but sometimes we have no other choice but to try and force it to be gone."
Again Caspian said nothing and stared at the books in front of him, his grip still tight on the book.
"Think it over," and the professor patted his shoulder, and left the study.
King Caspian simply stood there, his grip not loosening from the book. It pained him very much at the thought of forgetting about the gentle queen and giving his heart to someone else. He understood his responsibilities as king and of his people, but never did he think it would become as big as a situation as it is today. But could he honestly blame them? Everything he and the kings and queens of old had done would have gone to waste if he could not produce an heir. The throne would go to someone else, and the Telmarines and Narnians would once again be against each other, something Caspian never wanted again.
Caspian sighed and leaned his forehead against the bookcase. "I need you Susan," he whispered. "I need you, my love."
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