In my fanfic It Started Out as a Feeling, I write Suspian one-shots and ask readers for prompts. When I started writing for Dauntlessblackhawk's prompt, the story kinda just took off, and it wasn't going to be short enough for a one-shot. Most likely, this will be just a few chapters. Hope you enjoy it!

For this one, let's pretend Narnia and Telmar are geographically connected. And canon characters from both LWW & PC are mixed here.

"Suzy? Suzy!" Caspian called to the Narnian princess who was clinging to a branch in the tree she had climbed. He had gotten bored in his room and some of the servants said the visiting Narnian princesses were out playing so he went to join them.

"Come here, Cassie!" she giggled. "Help me down? Please? Pretty, pretty please?"

"How did you get up there anyways?" he called, amused at the sight. Susan didn't exactly seem the type. From what he had seen, she was the prim and proper sister of the two.

"Lucy wanted to go exploring and wouldn't stop whining until I came with her. She just jumped down from here. But it's so far," she said, her eyes wide.

"I'll help you down!" Caspian said, feeling like he was one of his father's knights performing a rescue. He climbed up eagerly, but then slipped and was holding on by one hand only.

"Caspian!" Susan shouted, reaching out for him.

"Help!" he shouted. Susan slowly edged over to him and helped pull him up.

"Well, that wasn't much of a rescue," Caspian said sheepishly.

"I still need help getting down," Susan said, touching her lip anxiously. It was a strange mannerism, but Caspian looked down and gulped. It was far. He didn't know how Princess Lucy was able to just jump. It looked scary to him.

"Or we can just stay up here until someone else comes to rescue us," Caspian suggested, putting an arm around her.

"Alright," she agreed, laying her head on his shoulder, tired. Caspian wrapped his arms around her protectively, making sure she wouldn't fall.

Eventually some griffins found them and helped them out. But the new friendship between the prince and princess had blossomed. With Telmar and Narnia being new allies, they found plenty of chances to find time together. Soon their parents were looking at them with different eyes, seeing friendship slowly turn to something more. Telmar and Narnia's new alliance was rocky at best, and a marriage could secure it. But the King and Queen of Narnia refused to commit their still young daughter to a marriage that she might not want when she was older. Caspian IX and his wife took this as an insult and soon their alliance fell. Border squirmishes, fueled also by Telmarine fear of Narnian creatures quickly became common occurrences. And once King Caspian IX died and his brother Miraz took the throne, Miraz's prejudices against Talking Animals and the many other unusual creatures of Narnia pushed the countries to war. When the Narnian king and queen passed away, Susan became queen alongside her siblings. If she had been sent as a diplomat to Telmar, perhaps it would have been resolved quickly. But she refused to step foot in Telmar. Some say she was insulted by the early talk of an arranged marriage. Others say it was she feared the Telmarine Prince. Yet others whisper that she held a secret flame for the Telmarine Prince deep in her heart and was afraid to let it show. But no matter the reason, she refused to travel there. It would be years before the two children would even see each other again.

Ten Years Later

"Faster, Destrier," Caspian said as he pushed his horse forward. He glanced behind himself at his uncle's men. They had been going at it all night. It seemed nowhere in Telmar was safe for him now. Miraz must have warned sentries before knowing he had a son that Caspian might attempt to leave, for every time Caspian thought he had shook off soldiers, he ran into other sentries who stopped him. As much as he hated the idea, he knew he had only one option: Narnia.

He saw the border ahead. On his side, the forest was silent, but just across the border he could see trees swaying in their woodland dance. He grinned. Perfect. He had little fear of Dryads for Princesses Lucy and Susan – now Queens, he reminded himself – had brought him to dance in the woods many times when they were children together. But the Telmarines always had great fear of the Narnian woods, not trusting trees that were alive. He doubted they would follow him there. His horse whinnied in protest, nervous about the strange trees ahead.

"Come on, Destrier," Caspian pleaded. "We'll be safe there. Hurry!"

He kicked his horse lightly to spur it onwards. The soldiers were gaining on them, but he finally made it across the border.

A few of the soldiers pulled back, fearful. But then their general shouted something that Caspian couldn't quite make out, and they pressed on after him. Caspian soon realized the foolishness in looking back when he was hit in the back of his head by a low-hanging branch and fell, one of his feet still connected as his horse ran on, dragging him along. Soon many of the woodsy creatures – Talking and non-talking alike – began poking their heads out at the commotion, but running away and hiding in fear when they realized there were Telmarine soldiers.

But it was the smallest of all creatures who had no fear. The Talking Mice, lead by the brave Reepicheep, fought back against the Telmarine soldiers, believing it to be an attack on Narnia's borders. Reepicheep saw that there was one in particular who seemed to be in the lead and attacked him.

"Any last words, Telmarine?" he threatened.

"You… you're a Mouse!" Caspian said in shock. While he had met a number of Narnians, most of those in the military had been much… well, larger. And intimidating. Not… a little, cute even, mouse. But the sword dangling in front of his face was no joke.

"I was hoping for something more original. Pick up your sword," the Mouse insisted.

"Sir Reepicheep, stay your blade," a strong, but beautiful voice commanded. Her tone had such an expectation of being followed so much that Caspian was not at all surprised when the Mouse jumped off of him and saluted. Caspian slowly began getting up, noticing that all the Telmarine soldiers had been finished, whether dead, captured, or had run in fear in time.

"Stand, Telmarine boy. Let me see you," she commanded, a note of suspicion in her voice. There was something rather familiar about the voice. He stood to face the lady and was stunned by her beauty. The statuesque lady was poised upon a white stallion, her long dark hair billowing in the breeze. Her eyes widened in recognition as she looked him over. It took him a moment longer, but he soon recognized her as well.

"Caspian?" she gasped, a faint smile on her lips. Her gaze then hardened. "Leave. Leave now. Or else we will have you killed as we ought."

"Please. I seek asylum. My uncle plots to kill me as… as he killed my father," he said, his voice faltering a bit as he told her the information he had only just learned himself recently. Susan's fierce glare softened as she fought against herself, knowing Caspian to now be her enemy but wishing to help him. "Please. I mean no harm."

"Your Majesty," a human lord said, leaning over and waiting for permission to speak.

"My Lord Peridan?" Susan responded.

"He is the best bargaining chip we have for this war," Lord Peridan pointed out. "Miraz wants his death, but he would need to bargain with us now for it."

"He's too dangerous to let live. This could all be a ploy," a black dwarf said accusingly.

"Peace, Nikabrik," Susan said as she looked Caspian over, deciding how to act.

Caspian bowed, "Please, Queen Susan. I place myself at your mercy."

"Arrest him," Susan finally decided, gesturing to her royal guard. "We will deal with him at Cair Paravel." And with that, she turned her back to him and began galloping off without even a backwards glance at him.