Disclaimer: I don't own Narnia or any of the characters

Note: These are scenes taken from the movie that I have elaborated on, but there are also some scenes I have written that fills in the gaps.

The dawn is breaking

A light shining through…

You're barely waking,

And I'm tangled up in you…yeah…

"Peter!"

Susan, Edmund, and their dwarf companion rounded the bend, coming face to face with Peter and a young Telmarine man. Judging from the crowd of Narnians that had gathered behind her brother's opposition, Susan guessed that this man was no other than the Prince Caspian they had been searching for.

With a flick of his wrist the prince turned Peter's sword in his hand, taking in the inscriptions still clearly imprinted on the smooth metal. "High King Peter?" The dark-haired prince asked incredulously, realizing that in his hand he held the legendary sword belonging to a monarch of old.

"I believe you called," Peter stood haughtily, much to his siblings' chagrin. Susan could sense her older brother's ego inflate at the sound of his words.

"Yes, but," Caspian faltered, glancing around. "I thought you would be older." Was the fate of his kingdom to be laid in the hands of four…young people not even older than himself?

The elder Pevensie girl clamped a firm hand on both Edumund's and Lucy's shoulders as they both bit back laughter at the sight of Peter's annoyed face.

"Well if you like," he bit out patiently but irritably, "we could come back in a few years."

"No!" Caspian blurted, a little too quickly for a man of his stature. "It's alright. You're just…you're not exactly what I expected," he admitted humbly, turning to look at the other King and Queens of old. The Gentle Queen admired his ability to practice humility, as Peter had much difficulty with it.

Susan felt a shiver run up her spine as she felt his penetrating stare land on her. His eyes, which she thought dark and sinister as she prejudicially thought all Telmarines were, were soft and full of emotion. She momentarily broke the connection, letting her eyes flicker to where Peter and a large centaur were saluting each other, before letting her curiosity allow her to glance back at Prince Caspian once again.

Smiling nervously, the Queen of the Horn could not ignore the beat her heart skipped.

I'm open you're closed…

Where I follow you'll go…

I worry I won't see your face

Light up again…

He spotted her sitting by herself by the fire, her siblings all having gone off to rest. Her dark hair shone in the moonlight, as she stoked the flames mindlessly with a long stick.

After his first encounter with her in the morning, the Gentle Queen, as the Narnians called her, was one of the most beautiful women he had ever beheld. Only appearing to be a few years younger than him, her face held grace and kindness, none like other women he had encountered before. As a prince, he was entitled to practically all the eligible women in the kingdom, but all paled in comparison to the legendary Queen in front of him.

"I believe this belongs to you," he spoke softly, emerging from the bushes where he had stood observing her.

Caspian held the precious horn in his outstretched hand to the sitting Queen, who turned wordlessly, clearly startled. "I am terribly sorry, Your Majesty," he stumbled, "for intruding your privacy, but I feel as though this horn will not rest until it is back in your hands."

She stared at him for a few moments, moments that felt like an eternity to him. Her eyes, bright and as dark as the deepest Narnian oceans, bore into him quizzically as he stood, hoping for an invitation to join her.

"Susan."

"I beg your pardon?" Caspian frowned, taken aback.

Her face broke out into a kind smile. "Call me Susan. I don't see the need for such formalities between us, Caspian, if I may call you that."

"Of course, Your—I mean, Susan," he corrected himself quickly, offering her a smile in return. The name sounded foreign on his tongue, but surprising familiar at the same time.

"Prince Caspian, Queen Susan."

The two turned as Glenstorm approached from the darkness of the woods, his eyes gleaming. "Your Majesties, Reepicheep has discovered a Telmarine spy on the borders of the encampment. He was badly wounded by one of our own men, but has been taken in for questioning. High King Peter, King Edmund, and Queen Lucy have already been alerted of his matter. Your presence is requested as well."

Caspian nodded to the centaur as Susan stood, brushing off her dress. "Duty calls," he muttered.

Susan gave him a sideways glance, another kind smile playing on her lips. "I know it all too well."

The runaway Telmarine prince watched as she followed the centaur into the woods, and for the first time, felt as though someone actually understood him.

Even the best falls down sometimes…

Even the wrong words seem to rhyme…

Susan watched as the dwarves fired their arrows at the appointed target, pleased at their progress. Since their arrival at Aslan's How, she, along with the rest of her siblings and Caspian, had been training to be at optimum level for the battle against the Telmarine army. As a legendary archer, the dwarves, the fauns, and other creatures with some skill with the bow had asked for her help in practice.

"Better," she smiled tiredly, "much better." Glancing towards the target, out of the 20 arrows that were fired 15 had managed to hit the crudely constructed bullseye. "Remember to keep a sharp eye and steady hand. Again."

She watched as they hustled down to retrieve their arrows, her hand reaching to wipe the sweat off her brow. Because of her training she had little rest and even less sleep. Her days consisted of endless battle strategies and breaking up arguments between Peter and Caspian, along with working with the female Narnians to ensure that there were enough supplies and food to last. Susan was exhausted.

The argument between Caspian and Peter was especially exhausting today. After nearly lunging at each other's throats, Susan stepped in and was once again the voice of reason and logic, reprimanding Peter for his reckless ways and Caspian for his sharp tongue. More words were exchanged, and the meeting ended with her storming out of the How muttering words of insufferable men as her brother and the prince were left dumbfounded at her annoyance with them.

"You are proficient with a bow and arrow."

Susan turned, coming face to face with the Telmarine prince. His eyes were slightly downcast, almost apologetic, no doubt at his actions earlier in the meeting, as he held an automatic bow in one hand. Part of her wanted to smile, but the majority of her wanted to smack him hard on the side of his head.

"Perhaps," she answered bluntly, eyeing him warily. His accent reminded her of the Spanish exchange student that sat in one of her classes, though much smoother and refined.

A mischievous twinkle appeared in his eyes. "My lady is a woman of her words, but perhaps a demonstration might prove her skill."

Peter was always the competitive one of the family. Edmund sometimes, and Lucy had the ability to, but Susan was always the compliant one, the easy one. Today, however, she wanted to prove Caspian that she was the best archer that he had ever seen…and that he should be afraid.

"Stand back," Caspian called out, "the Queen has decided to present us with a demonstration."

As her pupils began to move, Susan couldn't help but recognize the same underlying arrogance and cockiness in his tone reminiscent to that of Peter's. Her irritation levels reached an all-time high when she notched the arrow, pulled back the string, and let the arrow fly through the air.

It was a dead bullseye.

She smiled inwardly as her pupils cheered and Caspian stood shocked and impressed at her skill.

She gave the gawking prince a brilliant smile, before letting her gaze drop to the object in his hand. "That bow."

"Bow?" He held it up to eyelevel. "What of this bow?"

"Show me your skill with it." Moving around him, she retrieved her arrow and began to walk back to the shooting area. "You trained with the best of the Telmarine army. Show me what skill you have." He followed her back hesitantly, turning the bow uneasily in his hands.

Susan thrust an arrow at him and watched the Telmarine prince notch it. Standing back, Caspian raised the bow to his eye, slowly moving his hand towards the trigger, then…

Nothing.

"Well?" Susan frowned as he set the bow to his side. "Why won't you fire?"

Rubbing the back of his neck with his hand, he gave a short bark of conscious laughter followed by a sheepish look on his handsome face. "I do not know how to use a bow. I was hoping that the legendary archer queen would help me."

Susan gave him an astonished look. After provoking her into a demonstration, Caspian wanted nothing more than for her to help him use a bow. Seeing the innocence in his face caused her to break into peals of laughter.

Caspian's face brightened. "You are no longer angry?"

"I was never angry, Caspian," she gasped between laughs. "Irritated, annoyed, yes; but never angry." Wiping away the tears that formed around her eyes, she took the bow from his hands. "Come, I'll teach you how to use a bow."

She expertly raised the bow to his eyelevel. "You put your right hand here, and your left hand right here," she explained, guiding him gently. "Now, you look straight through here at your target, and take careful aim."

"Right here?" He asked quietly. Susan shivered as his breath grazed her neck and ear, and out of the corner of her eye she could see that he wasn't looking at the target…but at her.

"Yes," she half squeaked, moving out his reach. "I believe you have the idea. Everyone," she called out, "I believe we shall call it a day. Wonderful job, we are making great progress."

She watched as her students walked back to the How. Glancing at Caspian, he was watching her intently, his eyes heavily lidded as he held the bow.

"Another lesson another day?" He asked softly.

Susan paused before nodding slowly, and turned to follow the others into the fortress. Yes, she thought, another lesson another day…when the heat of battle isn't upon our faces.

As she reached the How, she glanced back at Caspian's figure, which was still standing in the distance by the archery targets. She watched as he cocked his bow and pulled the trigger with much skill, his arrow hitting right next to hers.

Out of the doubt that fills my mind…

I somehow find you and I collide…

AN: This has been in my head for quite some time now. This was only suppose to be meant as a one-shot, but I decided to break it up since the little drabbles took a little longer than expected. I hope you all enjoy this R&R