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[once_a_queen]

Susan sat before her vanity, applying her cosmetics in the meticulous way she always did. Just so much powder, just so much rouge in just the right place to highlight her cheeks without looking painted, just enough mascara to fill out her already lush lashes

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[treading_dawn]

Time passes.

This, while not of the Deep Magics, is something inevitable.

And then, to the left of the chair, there is a flash of gold.

The room, until now slightly musty and closed up, begins to smell of spring--apple blossoms and fresh cut grasses mingling together.

Warm breath gusts across Susan's fingers.

[once_a_queen]

She looks up, startled. When she feels the warmth, she knows that the only one who can possibly make her feel better is here.

"Oh, Aslan..."

Then the tears come, but even in grief, Susan is polite.

"Gracious, all I do is cry when I see you. Please forgive me."

[treading_dawn]

"Why should tears require forgiveness, daughter?"

The great golden head shifts, and the silky fur of his mane tickles her fingers.

[once_a_queen]

She slides down to the floor, her arms reaching for Aslan. She clings to him tightly.

"Are you really here? Can you stay with me always? The house is so quiet now - I couldn't bear the quiet, if I should decide one day to stay."

This house was always full of laughter and shouting, boys' whooping, and girls giggling. Now she can only hear the tick-tock of the mantle clock.