A Caspian/Susan story : "On How to Make a Queen Smile" (Prompt 6, chivalry)
Title: “On How to Make a Queen Smile”
Genre: Romance/Humor
Rating: G (General)
Pairing: Caspian/Susan
Disclaimer: No copyright infringement is intended and I’m not gaining any profit from this story, I’m only having fun with C.S. Lewis’s fantastic world and characters.
Author’s Notes: I wrote this as a late response to Challenge #6 at susancaspian with use of the prompt word “chivalry”. Despite the lateness I still hope you guys enjoy this sweet, silly thing.
AU Movie-verse. Not beta-ed.
Summary: And Caspian knew that he had no other option but to do what was most chivalrous.
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Chaos was imminent. Caspian grimaced at the sight of the titled Gentle Queen being as furious as she was presently. He accompanied her for her daily horse riding after she had stormed into his chambers that morning after finding the High King gone and the meeting with a Calormen ambassador reserved solely for her. He smiled at her knowingly, serving as her personal advisor while Susan dragged on and on about the High King’s lack of seriousness on her behalf. Caspian mustered encouraging comments in a wild attempt to convince the fair queen that her brother merely trusted her diplomatic skills. She waved those comments off quickly though and they were back to the beginning. It was a few minutes later that the young king offered to take her riding so she could clear her head and that for once, Susan could simply drop for a brief moment the image she was forced to bear of the regal and courteous queen. Caspian was eager to see her shed that stiff layer which bound her to propriety and rules to finally done in the title she had so rightfully earned. That was why Caspian disliked the moments when Susan was angry and was willing to listen to her and accompany her in order to retrieve the Gentle Queen.
They dashed across the greenery in a wild race until the steeds, tired and thirsty, were left to drink on a nearby lake. The monarchs sat on the grassy surface, taking in the view of the trees stretching toward the clear sky, and enjoying each other’s company in silence. Afterwards, he encouraged the start of a friendly conversation which, unluckily resumed in Susan’s former anger with her older brother.
“And Peter knows jolly well that despite him being High King I am also Queen and that I am capable to make decisions on my own-!”
And Caspian knew that he had no other option but to do what was most chivalrous. Using his hands to hold her face firmly from the sides he kissed her fiercely and all the nasty complaints that Susan had prepared remained stuck in her throat as she discerned the feeling of his mouth over hers. After a while, he withdrew and looked at her sternly, almost reproachfully with his deep, almost black eyes. Susan remained silent with her mouth slightly open. Unsure of what had just happened, she tentatively pressed her fingers against her swollen lips, considering the tingling sensation on her flesh. Caspian’s eyes sparked and a triumphant smirk crossed his face as realization dawned upon Susan and the first hint of a blush painted her cheeks.
“There. What were you saying, My Queen?”
Yet the stunned Gentle Queen could not answer for they were both distracted by the rustle of leaves and muffled giggles. Albeit too late, she spotted the red of Lucy’s robe quickly slipping behind a row of trees as her younger sister rushed back to Cair Paravel.
Now that was something Peter would surely pick a row on. She finally burst out laughing.