A/N: Hullo fellow Suspians! After years of absence, I have returned once more!

This one will be another one-shot, but there are some changes:

The Pevensies, including Eustace, are staying in Narnia together with (now) High King Caspian. This is present shortly after The Voyage of the Dawn Treader, movie verse of course!

Anyway, without much further ado, I will leave you to your reading. Enjoy!

As the High Queen walked in-between the bookshelves stretching all the way up to the tower's ceiling, she could see the small flecks of dust dancing in the air through the ray of late afternoon sunlight breaking through the window glass. She was reading her book at hand whilst walking over to sit down by the window. To do so she had to find her way through the labyrinth of books and shelves - which, of course the Gentle Queen knew by heart by now.

Walking her way by habit, she had delved so deep into her book that she did not see the silhouette standing at the end of one bookshelf.

Passing the corner, she hit something she would describe as a hard, yet warm wall of fabric. She immediately stepped back at the impact, only to look up into a familiar Telmarine's face. His dark chocolate, intense gaze met her icy, silvery blue eyes. When he recognized her, he shot her a warm smile. She allowed her heart to skip a beat before she remembered her manners and stepped back.

"Caspian! I'm so sorry, I didn't see you there!" she began, and soon, the handsome Telmarine High King's face cracked into a grin.

"No need to worry, my Queen. You did not hurt yourself, did you?" he asked her. He might have gone for a tone of concern in his voice, but his smile revealed his amusement.

Susan straightened her warm brown dress with a cream underdress whilst trying not to blush at the embarrassment of practically bumping into the High King.

"No, no, not at all." she assured him without looking at him.

When she did look up at him, she was relieved to meet his warm gaze. Letting her eyes wander down to his broad shoulders, down across his strong chest and to his hands, her eyes rested down at his arms and she noticed the book he was holding.

"Studying, are we?" she asked him warmly. She smiled at the fact that he was carrying a swordsman skill book – a King could never be too good with a sword.

Caspian followed her gaze down to the book.

"Ah, no, I was just returning it for Eustace." He ran a hand through his short, dark beard. "He and Edmund have been overlooking different techniques today. They finished some time ago, and I offered to put it back as I was returning some books myself. Though I probably should be studying as well." He told her with a toothy grin, eyeing her mischievously. She offered him a half-sided smile as she fidgeted with the back of her own book.

"Nonsense, you excel with the blade, Caspian," she told him truthfully as she delicately brushed past him to put down her book at a small mahogany table just by the window.

He followed her with his gaze and turned to her, a handsome smile covering his lips.

"Even more so than your brother?" he challenged her with a twinkling smile, stepping down her way and she turned to him and furrowed her brows in thought with the slightest smile upon her lush lips. She raised her chin.

"Yes. After managing to beat Peter's hide last week, I think we are safe to conclude with that. But, you still haven't managed to beat me in archery as of yet," she reminded him humorously, and he chuckled at the thought. At a training session mere days ago, she had mercilessly shot his arrows to splinters whenever he hit the core of the target, proving to him that no one beat the Archer Queen at what she did best. He took it like a sport however, and it earned him a loving peck on the cheek. If anything, it only made him fall harder for her more than ever.

"Archery never was my strongest proficiency anyway." he told her as he rubbed the back of his neck with a small smile. She chuckled softly and turned to look out of the roof-to-ceiling- window.

She looked down at the courtyard, where people looked like clothed ants as they scuttled about. It had been a nice sunny day, and the sun was lingering on the lower sky above the mountains and treetops, covering Narnia in a light orange hue, and the trees stretched their branches more than usual to be kissed by the sun's warming summer rays.

Caspian leant against a shelf and studied her warmly. Her dark brown hair, almost ebony some days, fell freely down to her waist in soft, shiny waves. Her soft, spotless, milky skin had that ethereal glow to it in the afternoon sunlight, and her cerulean eyes reflected the orange rays. She outshone everything around her. She was beautiful, in both body and soul.

Susan felt Caspian's presence closing in on her and soon he was standing mere inches behind her as he too was gazing down at his land and his people. He gently put his hands upon her bare shoulders. She felt the warmth radiate off him and she sighed contently at the small, yet loving touch. She couldn't help herself but to lean against him, and he leaned his chin against the back of her head, sighing silently.

The King then smiled once more at a sudden thought.

"Do you want to go for a ride?" he murmured in her ear, and she shivered as his warm breath caressed her neck. She leant the side of her head against his, a smile crossing her lips. Caspian's royal duties usually kept him busy throughout the day, and she was delighted that he wished to spend the rest of the afternoon with her.

She turning slightly against his chest before stepping out from his arms and turning around to face him.

"Certainly." she told him, and with a lopsided grin, he rested a hand against the small of her back and guided her past him. Once outside the library, she linked her slender arms around one of his, and together they made their way to the stables.

. . .

Susan chuckled at one of Caspian's remarks, and her sweet laugh rang through the stable hallway as they made their way to the stalls.

Destrier, Caspian's sturdy mount, met his master at the gate of his stall with perked ears and stretched neck. Caspian patted the horse's nose. Realizing he wasn't presented with treats, the stallion smelled the king's shirt and stuck his nose into his fur cape of black wolf that was draped over his shoulders and down his back for treats. Caspian chuckled at his horse's behaviour.

"Lucy's been giving him treats again, I see. He has grown very expectant, he's even become hoggish. Spoiled, you are!" Caspian said fondly, earning him a merry laugh from Susan. She stood on the opposite side of the hallway, and her mare was currently resting her large head against her rider's chest whilst she leisurely stroked the mare's forehead.

"I don't see the trouble in it, being the sweetheart he is," she told him with a warm smile. Caspian tied up his mount.

"Edmund would probably disagree with you there." He told her with a mischievous grin.

"Maybe, but he should have known better than to stand so close to his hooves. Being stepped on by such a big animal isn't very pleasant. Poor Ed hopped around on one leg for an hour!" she said with a laugh as she picked up her mare's bridle.

Caspian laughed at the memory.

They tacked their mounts whilst making small talk and soon enough, they lead their horses outside to the empty courtyard.

As the proper gentleman he was, Caspian was to assist her in mounting, but she had already swung her leg over her mare's broad back, and the horse started to trip with anticipation. The Friesian mare stood with a raised head and she snorted loudly, but Susan calmed her down with a gentle pat on her neck. The horse relaxed, and the Queen sat back in her saddle. She adjusted her own cape of bear fur, which matched her dress, before she met Caspian's gaze. She raised a fine, dark brow at him, and he turned to his steed. He lithely mounted Destrier, but before he could place his foot in the stirrup, his great stallion had made his way over to Susan's mare. He sniffed her curiously. The mare bobbed her head and snorted.

The royals chuckled at their steeds, and Susan looked curiously at Caspian.

"So, where to?" she asked him.

"Wherever the wind blows." He quoted poetically with a toothy smile, and she shortened her reins, ready for departure.

"Lead the way." She told him with a charming smile. Copying her, he tightened his reins and his horse started to walk. He gazed at her as he rode past her, and she turned her mare and followed.

. . .

Once they were away from the castle grounds, they found themselves riding on a forest path, the elm trees and sycamores hovered high above the leaf-covered path. The gentle rays broke through the treetops and brought light on the path before them. They rode side by side in silence, yet it was not an awkward silence. It was peaceful silence, and they enjoyed it thoroughly, after a long day filled with advising, paperwork, meetings with the noble lordships and the like.

A sudden gust of wind blew across their faces, and Susan tipped her head back by the slightest. Her dark chocolate-coloured tresses danced gently in the wind, and she let out a sigh. Caspian admired her natural beauty.

"I've missed this. The peace of it all…" she said as she took in the beauty of the thick, mesmerizing nature around them.

"It mustn't have been easy, living in your world." Caspian stated grievously. Edmund had told him about the war in their world, the devastations, and their separation. It had struck Susan hard, the fact that she had to leave Narnia, and never return. Moreover, when they were all brought back (with Eustace at that), she had mixed feelings and became confused. However, it wasn't until Aslan told them that he had brought them back for a reason, she could let herself live. They had died in their own world, and so they could not return. They had, in fact, outlived the rest of their lives in England and America. The details just never were specified.

"It wasn't. Every day we lived in fear… We didn't know if we were to see our father again. He was a soldier; he had served his duty since the war broke out." She told him. "But we also felt … Lost. There wasn't really much for us in our world, when our hearts secretly belonged here in Narnia," she said, her voice tinted with sorrow at the memory.

"Before we came back for good, I suppose I never really appreciated it all. We will see our parents again someday, but for now, our time is here. We have duties as reigning royals, and I plan to make the best of it," she told him, and her icy gaze met his. He smiled approvingly at her.

"Narnia is at your feet, your highness. Take her with storm. That's exactly what you did 1300 years ago. That is why the people love you, remember and cherish the strong Kings and Queens of Old." Caspian told her honestly. She looked at the ground from her tall horse as she drank in his words.

"The Golden age is over… Now, this is the new Age. It's your Age, Caspian. You've rebuilt a strong country, and gained the respect you so dearly deserve. You took your rightful place and sacrificed so much for the sake of Narnia. You have become a great King. A great man… And I am grateful to him, and for everything that he has done. And, I am quite glad to know him to this day." She added with a beautiful smile. He looked at her besotted, and shot her a weak, but grateful smile.

"Well, I am grateful that you are here at my side. In the end, I wouldn't dream of having it any other way." He told her, and she felt herself grow warm. Touched, she looked away, out between the trees, into the great labyrinth of trees, and she watched the branches swing delicately back and forth in the wind.

They rode forward in blissful silence, simply enjoying each other's company. Caspian spend half the time stealing besotted gazes at the queen. She used one hand to pull her cloak tighter around her shoulders, as the wind started to pick up.

The trees swayed around them, and a certain sycamore shivered at the wind as it tugged at its many branches. It dropped some of its leaves, and both Daughter and Son of Eve looked up. Susan smiled and let some falling leaves caress her high cheekbones as they fell. Some fell on her mare's rump. Caspian brushed his right shoulder free of leaves as they rode through the fall of leaves.

"It's lovely." The Queen stated with such gentleness that the cherry trees along their path copied the sycamore and shrugged. Pale pink leaves fell, but was picked up by the wind and blown their way. The leaves seemed to dance in the wind and the purity of it caught the monarchs' attention. The leaves, softly like petals sent from heaven, made their way over to the Gentle Queen, and encircled her horse as it walked leisurely along. Caspian rode around a birch and met her on the path once more, enthralled by the pink petals. A giggle escaped her lips, and she lifted her hand. The petals were attracted by her laugh, and encircled her slim hand. They kissed her skin with feathery lightness, before making their way around her torso and past her face. They brought whispers with them as the wind brought the petals playfully around her. The wind lifted her dark tresses and cape, before they brushed against her face once more.

Caspian, watching the petals with much envy, could hear the faint whispers brought by the wind.

Susan looked at him, and noticed the look of concentration on his face. If anything, it made him all the more handsome.

"Dryads … The purest of creatures. The very soul of nature." She told him gently as she brought her hand down again. The petals swirled around her with a final whisper before they made their way over to Caspian, encircled him once, and brushed past his short beard. The petals combed through his hair, and the pair could hear a faint female giggle, before the creamy-pink leaves disappeared between the birches.

Susan and Caspian, the latter quite bedazzled, gazed after the sprite they had encountered, before they looked at each other. She offered him a coy smile, and he returned it warmly. Destrier stretched his neck and snorted loudly as he faithfully carried his rider.

"The Gentle Queen, indeed…," he said to her, enthralled by her very being. She cast him a grin with a spark in her eyes, as they rode on.

As they rode along the forest floor, Caspian led his company to a stream. The crystal-clear water was the only thing audible in this part of the forest, as the oak trees grew tall, letting no wind in. The horses' hooves sank down into the green moss, and they stretched their necks downward to drink from the creak. Flapping wings of a single owl could be heard from the branches above their heads. It was peace and quiet as the horses drank.

Susan could feel the weight of Caspian's gaze, and looked up from the spot on her horse's mane that she was currently transfixed upon and into the King's dark brown eyes.

"What?" she asked him self-consciously, but he merely smiled and gently shook his head. She cocked her head at him, but he simply shot her one of her favourite smiles as he nodded onwards.

She gripped a rein and turned her horse around, skipped over the stream and rode on with Caspian quickly in pursuit.

. . .

"Oh… Gorgeous." Susan said a little breathlessly once the couple had managed to ride up the mountain path. Quite steep, yet not treacherous, the path had brought them on level ground to an overlook: the magnificent view of the Narnian Kingdom. The misty mountains lingered in the horizon, whilst the woods surrounded the village around the castle. The roaring river ran like a whisper in their ears, and the sun now hung low on the snow-coated mountaintops.

Susan appeared first over the last top and she turned her horse around a boulder, which revealed an edge of grass and rocks. Small globeflowers and snowbells grew about the grass and danced in the breeze. Trees stood scattered about on the downhill, huddling together in the wind.

It was not entirely cold, yet the sunrays had stooped so low that they no longer brought warmth. They only brought light, but alas, that was all the monarchs needed.

Susan sat on top of her horse admiring the view with her feet out of the stirrups and her reins loose. The mare hung her head as she rested. Susan did not even register her king riding behind her until he halted besides her and admired his kingdom with the same expression on his face.

"It's at times like this I almost can't believe I'm the ruler of these beautiful lands…" Caspian said humbly, and Susan turned her head to look at him. Her silvery eyes studied him.

He had grown into a fine King indeed. Both physically and mentally. Well-built, yet lean, with broad shoulders and muscular chest and arms, Caspian X looked stunning on top of his steed. The breeze caught his dark hair, and the shoulder-length tresses swayed gently. His black cape fluttered in the wind. Caspian was a fine man, and a modest charmer, even if he did not know it.

"No one could be more deserving." Susan told him with nothing but sincerity in her voice. She offered him a smile before she leant forward, gave her horse a pat on the neck, and dismounted. She landed, grabbed her mare's reins, walked to the opposite side, and found that her companion had dismounted as well. He offered to take her reins, and she handed them to him. Their hands grazed, and no matter how small the touch, it always sent sparks through her very being. He led the horses over to a hunched oak, bound them to a branch, and returned to his queen.

They sat down together in front of a fallen log. Caspian leant against it, and with the help of his cape, it made a comfortable seat. Susan sat beside him with crossed legs on her own cape.

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, and let it out softly. Fresh air always did her good.

"It's been a long time since we last did this." She said as she leant back against the log as well, enjoying the view.

"It has. I'm sorry …," he agreed. She turned to look up at him, and met his gaze. "My duties always seem to occupy my time; we rarely get to spend time like this together." He told her cheerlessly as he raised a hand and stroked her cheek and jaw lovingly.

"You know Narnia and her people come first, Caspian," she told him, though she could not deny the fact that they had not spent as much time as they might have wished for these last weeks. "And besides, with me and Lucy being busy at the orphanage these days, we could practically make ourselves a home in the village and move out of court." She said with a knowing smile. He chuckled.

"I know you're right. I just wish we had more time for ourselves," he said with a coy smile, and her blue eyes turned from his in thought. He studied her for a moment, before gazing out. She suddenly shot her head up.

"I'm sure things will ease up once we have everything settled. There's still lots of restoration going on in the village, you know. Please don't worry about it. It will be alright."

She put one hand on his jaw and his gaze met hers. Her icy blue eyes shimmered with sincerity and warmth, and he, as he had done time and time again, lost himself in them. He leant against her hand as she stroked her thumb across his dark beard.

He sat up and placed two fingers under her chin before he brought her lips to his. She ardently returned his kiss and as it grew deeper, she opened up to him completely. As their tongues wrestled, Caspian's hand had disappeared in her dark hair, only to pull her closer. He smiled into the kiss as a sudden gust of wind caught in their hair. His smile widened even more when she broke the kiss and laughed. He leant his forehead against hers with his hand resting on her neck.

"Sorry, your hair tickles," she told him coyly as she rubbed her cheekbone.

"Well, get used to it," he told her cheekily before capturing her lips once more in a swift kiss.

She hummed against his lips before they tore apart from each other. They merely sat enjoying each other's company for quite a while before Susan pulled back and stood up.

"We should get back, it's getting dark soon. And Aslan knows, Peter will throw a fit if he sees we are late for dinner – again," she said whilst pulling her cape tighter around her.

"Your brother really has no trust in me, has he?" Caspian said with a smirk as he still sat.

"Brothers be brothers. Now, come on." She said as she walked over to the grazing horses. He stood, brushed his pants, and followed.

. . .

A blackbird followed them with his beautiful song, hopping from branch to branch. Susan and Caspian looked up into the trees and admired the bird's ardent song.

"It's been a lovely ride. Thank you." She looked at him and smiled warmly. He bowed his head and returned her smile.

"The pleasure's all mine," he said sincerely. "And, even better, we'll make it before dark."

"Scared of the dark, are you?" she teased. He raised a dark brow and turned her way.

"You were the one insisting on getting back," he challenged with a grin. She faked an offended expression.

"Well, pardon me, had I known you were afraid of the dark, I'd made the suggestion earlier!" she said with a laugh.

"Oh, so that's how you want to play? Alright, don't blame me if some hungry black bear comes to get you." He told her with a chuckle.

"Alright, then you can be the one to face my brothers and tell them of my whereabouts!" She chimed in.

"I'd rather live to see tomorrow!" he said and she chuckled at their bickering. Of the many things she liked about him, the fact that she could laugh with him, was probably one of her favourite things. Moreover, she could be herself.

"Exactly, so behave!" she scolded him playfully.

The royals heard a rustle of leaves up in a heap of moss, dirt and grass against a tree at their left, followed by huffing, scuffling and mumbling.

"By everythin' tha's good… At this hour… Noisy kids n' their…" the voice mumbled to itself.

Caspian shared a look with Susan, and turned his horse towards the heap. Suddenly, a grey porcupine with the most irritated look upon his furry face separated a tuft of grass revealing a hole, supposedly his home.

"Sleep obviously is a luxury 'round here, ain't it? If it ain't the bloody birds singin', it's the wolves. Ain't it the wolves, it's noisy hooligans goin' on with their shenanigans! I'm up early to feed me kids, yet yer persisting on keepin' me up-!" Sleep was still in his eyes as he leant out from the entrance and he rubbed his right eye.

The old porcupine suddenly stopped his bantering as he recognized the Queen's face. She was frequently riding through these parts of the woods, and had most likely met this talking beast before.

"Oh, yer majesty, forgive me, I did nae see ya there!" Susan rode up besides Caspian, who was trying his best not to laugh at the animal's bantering.

"We are desperately sorry for waking you, Mr. Porcupine!" she called up to him. The porcupine yawned loudly before meeting her gaze. Once her blue eyes locked with his, his desire of giving them an earful melted away. He had always been very fond of the queen. What he was not so very fond of however, was being abruptly roused from deep sleep.

"'Mr. Porcupine?' No, no, tha is me Da's name, see? I'm Scuffleclaws, my queen."

"You seem to be distressed, Scuffleclaws!" Caspian told the porcupine, and the creature looked over his shoulder into the hole.

"Well, havin' kids will do that to ya! And wife's expectin' one more this summer!" he chuckled nervously, before looking over his shoulder again. "All of ya, back to your bunks! NO, you can't 'ave more water! Why? Because tha' means we'll be up in another hour! Now back to bed! Don't make me call on yer Ma!" the grouchy porcupine ordered his children, before turning back to the royals.

"By tha mane, I need m'self a day off…!" Scuffleclaws moaned, making both Caspian and Susan chuckle.

"Don't you love your family, dear Scuffleclaws?" Susan chimed in, and the spiked creature sagged to the floor with a huff.

"Aye, to bits, but oy, what a menace. I'd happily trade places with ya for a day." He told her half-seriously.

"I'm sure you'd make a lovely queen, friend. Fitting you in a dress would turn out complicated however," Caspian told him cheekily, being unable to resist. This earned him a playful smack on the shoulder from Susan.

"Oh, haw-haw. Yer amusing, m'lord. Now, if ya will excuse me, I need me some precious sleep. Good night, yer majesties." Yawning again, the porcupine popped back into his hole, leaving the grinning monarchs.

"And I thought Peter was a grouch in the morning," Caspian muttered with a grin, resuming their ride homewards to the castle.

"Having to tend a family and an expecting wife, I find that a legitimate excuse to be stressed out. I think I'll take Lucy out and give him a fruit basket later on," she said as they rode on.

He smiled at her kindness.

"I'm sure he'll be grateful," he told her warmly.

The sun had disappeared behind the mountaintops, and darkness was soon creeping in over the lands.

Susan sensed this, and bit her lip as she tightened her reins. Caspian eyed her suspiciously.

"Now, I don't plan to get lost in these woods," she said knowingly, gesturing to the darkening sky. "Catch me if you can!" she challenged over her shoulder, before kicking her horse into a fresh canter. Caspian grinned and slapped the reins on Destrier's neck, urging the mighty steed forward.

He ended up chasing her through the woods as the cool evening mist floated between the woods, hovering above the forest floor as a white blanket.

Her horse now making a changeover to a gallop, the mare flew over every root and rock, her hooves thundering against the soft ground. Leaves on the ground were carried away by the impact of the powerful hooves, and Susan's merry laugh echoed through the woods.

Caspian rode after her tail, a look of concentration etched into his face as he leaned over Destrier's mane. He studied her as she rode her horse brilliantly, and his eyes could not help but travel downwards her body, and rest at her rear as she was standing up in the saddle.

They could now see the castle through the trees, and the moon was rising in the horizon.

Once they were out of the woods, and the stone bridge that would take them over the river and into the village came in sight, Susan sat back in her saddle and slowed her horse down into a fresh trot. Caspian cantered up beside her. The wind had rendered her dark hair looking delicately dishevelled, and her blue eyes shimmered wildly. He was not in a better state himself, and he adjusted his cape as they controlled their breaths and gave their horses free rein. She shared a grin with her king, before reaching down to pat her horse's strong and slightly sweaty neck.

"Winners once again, Iris. Good girl," she cooed to the horse as the two riders continued peacefully up to the castle.

. . .

Two centaurs opened the grand doors for the two royals as they walked in with their capes in hand. Susan giggled as Caspian grinned against her ear, leaning down to whisper sweet nothings in her ear.

A girl of fifteen strolled her way down the grand hall in her emerald dress. She saw her older sister and Caspian in the corner of her eye, and her face broke into a huge grin as she walked down to greet them. Her hair bounced as she made her way over to them.

"There you two are!" she sang, and shared a knowing glance with her sister.

"Yes, although we didn't plan to be so long, we had a lovely ride," Caspian told her whilst casting an affectionate look towards Susan. Lucy beamed even brighter.

"Oh, that's nice! And you came in time to brighten Peter's mood before dinner too, splendid. I swear, he can be such a sore loser at times. King Peter the Magnificent, yeah right. More like, King Peter the Prone to Sulking!" she told them with a chuckle. The couple grinned at her.

"What did he do now?" Susan said as the three started to walk down the hall and further into the castle.

"He lost against Trumpkin in chess, that's what. He's been practicing his tactic for weeks, but to no avail, it seems," she told her as she skipped to Caspian's left side and linked his arm that was not already linked with Susan.

"Well, if it'll notch his ego down, then that's fine by me," Susan chuckled.

"You brushed his ego quite well last week, didn't you Caspian?" Lucy said as she craned her head to meet his mischievous gaze. He looked down to the ground with a grin, as he knew she was referring to the swordfight Caspian had won, much to Peter's dismay.

"I swear, even to this day he gives me a dirty look every time I have a sword at hand," he told them with a small shake of his head. They chuckled at the thought as they made their way downwards.

Lucy soon wriggled free from his arm as she skipped to a side door. She opened the door with a creek, before turning to them once again.

"Now, don't be late for dinner! But you ought to change, you smell of horse, and I don't want Eustace to complain about the unhygienic properties of horses whilst eating." She said heartily.

"Don't worry Lu, we will. Tell the others we will be there in ten," her older sister assured her.

"Great. See you!" she sang as she skipped up the stairs and closed the door behind her.

The two shared a look before they made their way to their chambers.

"She seemed …. Unusually bubbly," Caspian stated with a smile. Susan hummed.

"She has probably talked with Phereus again, she's always chipper around him," she told him warmly. Phereus was a fawn Lucy had grown fond of after her final return to Narnia. He was one of her chamber guards, and after she had bumped into him one day, she found he reminded her of Mr. Tumnus. Lucy, easily making friends, talked to him once on a coincidence, but after that, he grew loyal to her, and often escorts her around, and they developed a strong friendship.

"I'm glad." He hummed.

"Me too. The girl deserves happiness after all she's been through. Out of all of us, even in our world, she was the one who still hoped. She still held faith in Aslan, in Narnia. She held belief that we would all return some day. I admit, I lost hope, but I was not the only one. Peter, constantly blaming himself for everything, built up anger, and was almost unbearable in the end, but I don't blame him. Had we known we would all die in our world in an accident, I suppose it would be different. But we didn't know. We were told we would not return, as you know, all because we had learnt all we could from Narnia, and were sent to outlive our lives in England. Despite the fact we were told we would not return, she hoped. I admire her for that strong belief I never had." She told him, and he looked down at her as they walked. He could see the hurt in her eyes, and she was looking down in ache.

"She has a strength I've never seen in such a young girl. But, the way I see it, her faith is the one that has kept you all together. You are a strong family, and the bond you four share, I have never seen anything like it. Despite everything you have endured, you are all still standing tall and proud today. You deserve all the happiness in the world, all of you," he told her earnestly, and she looked up to meet his loving gaze.

"I know for a fact that I could never have done any of this without any of you, and I'm glad to have you in my life. You are the closest thing I have to family, and that will never change," he told her as they stopped in front of their chamber doors. He turned to face her and she looked up at him lovingly at his words.

"Well, it's not a bummer knowing you either," she told him mischievously. He grinned cheekily and pulled her roughly against his chest. He reached out for a dark tress of hair and caressed it between his fingers.

"Speaking of happiness; I thought of taking a stroll down at the beach after tomorrow morning's audience, would you do me the honour of joining me?" he asked her lovingly, and she beamed up at him.

"With pleasure."

He shared her smile, before grasping her chin and kissing her softly. He leant his forehead against hers and stroked the dark tress behind the shell of her ear before breaking apart with a smile as they went to each of their chambers to prepare for dinner.

The Queen smiled to herself and ghosted her lush lips with her fingers, savouring his touch.

The King, once inside his chambers, ran a hand through his dark mane, taking a deep breath as he spotted the moon rising in the sky.

A/N: There you have it!

I might write more like these in the future, but if I do, I will have them collected here in this story, as I have with my Legolas x Tauriel- ship as well. (Go take a read if you're interested!)

Truthfully, I have been a Suspian-fan since day one, and I am not ashamed one bit. I know there are readers out there who love them just as much as I do, and so, I hope stories like these come to help those who are high on Narnia/Suspian feels.

So, please leave a review, be it constructive or not, I love me some feedback!

Read you later!

The very best,

Dragon