A/n: Ok, so many of you Suspian shippers know me from my story "The Letters" and its sequel, "Poisonous Love". So…I was eating triple peanut butter cup ice cream (SUPER AWESOME ice cream…) one day, and a plot bunny just kind of jumped into my head-hence the story you are about to read. This story was kind of based on a review I got on 'Poisonous Love', asking for a story where Susan was the one who needed saving. So...me and my plot bunnies have banded together, and we all hope that you enjoy the story!

Disclaimer: Ben Barnes is going to come and sweep me off my feet (I don't care if he's 15 years older than me…), and while he's doing that, he's going to give me the copyright for all of these characters. Yeah, that hasn't happened yet. (pouts)

"Next…" A little man with a massive beard drawled out. He had been standing in the great hall all day saying next, and he was starting to go crazy. Not one of the women in line moved. Why were they not moving?!

"NEXT!"

Slowly, almost shyly, a young girl, no more than thirteen or fourteen, stepped forward. Her ragged, auburn hair covered her eyes, despite her feeble attempts to tuck it behind her ear. She was nervous.

"Name?" He questioned without looking at her, quill and scroll in his hands.

"S-Sara…daughter of Lehin." The girl managed to stammer. Her dull brown eyes followed the man's hand as he scribbled her name down. Without another word, the little man spun on his heel and started to walk forward.

"Follow me!" He hollered over his shoulder to her, who seemed to be frozen on the spot. After just a moment's hesitation, Sara started to follow him, matching his brisk pace quickly.

He led her through the castle till they got to a pair of heavy oak doors. The craftsmanship on them were simply amazing, leaving little Sara in awe. The carvings that covered the doors told the tale of how the Kings and Queens of old triumphed over Jadis, the White Witch. She was not able to admire the works of art for much longer, though, as the doors slowly began to open. Her head immediately snapped forward, ready for anything and everything.

She found herself staring into a majestic throne room with thirteen black marble thrones. Six were on each side, and one was in the center back. That one was by far the biggest, easily doubling any of the other thrones in size. Also, this one was the only one occupied.

Sitting in the throne was a young man that looked to be in his mid-twenties. His rich, dark hair swept around his face, falling just above his shoulders. His dark eyes sparked, but she could see, deep inside, a sadness to them. He didn't sit in the throne as properly as a king should, but rather, was somewhat strewn across the chair.

The little man ushered her inside, and stopped her when she was within an arm's reach of the throne. He then stepped to her right, and began to talk.

"My King Caspian, I present you with Sara, daughter of Lehin."

Caspian nodded, and then turned his gaze to Sara.

"My dear Sara," his voice thick with the Spanish-Telmarine accent, "might I inquire as to how old you are?"

"I am thirteen, sire."

He smiled warmly at her, but then looked over at the man who had brought the girl in, giving him a slightly annoyed look. All the little man did was shrug.

"So, Sara, what do you think makes you worthy of being queen of Telmar?" The little girl looked down at her feet.

"To be honest, my king, I know not. My father, Lehin, sent me to your palace today. I have nothing to offer you, with the deepest of regret." Caspian was relieved. The girl actually didn't want to be here, so rejecting her would be less of a problem.

"Sara…I have great faith that one day, you will grow up to be an extraordinary young woman. Until then, do the best you can at everything, alright?" She looked back up at him, a smile on her face.

"Of course, my king." He smiled back at her.

"Very good. You may leave us." Caspian said, smiling until Sara left the room. When she was gone, his head dropped into his hands.

"How many times must I tell my council that I do NOT want to marry? My heart is already taken, and I will marry none unless it is the woman who has it. How can a man properly love his wife if he has no heart to love her with?"

"Sire," the little man said, standing up on the low platform that the throne rested on, "We all know that you love Queen Susan. Your heart was forfeit the moment she kissed you. But, it's been three years…you must learn to move on, my king! I miss the gentle queen as much as the next person, but you heard Aslan. She's not coming back. You know as well as I that Aslan intended for you to find your wife on your journey, not to fall in love with a queen of old."

"But I did," Caspian mumbled irritably, "I'm deeply in love with a queen of old. I can never stop loving her, no matter how hard I try. I feel incomplete without her, Larin. Her smile…her laugh…her everything. How I wish…how I wish I could just see her one last time."

Larin smiled sadly, "with all due respect, sire…you might just keep wishing. You know that your council has suggested that you have a queen that you can leave behind if you are ever called into battle…to keep the people unified. This means that you must pick a woman today. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go and get you the next girl." He smiled reassuringly, and left the throne room.

Caspian ran his fingers through his hair. "Susan…I love you more than words can describe. Do you know that? I don't want to get married to anyone but you. I want you here beside me, as my queen." He said to the empty room. He closed his eyes, and remembered.

It was over. The war was won, and he was king. It was after his coronation, and he was saying goodbye to everyone. Trying hard to smile at everyone, he couldn't ignore the little feeling in the back of his head. He had seen Susan sitting in the church, looking as gorgeous as ever, but he couldn't help but notice that when she wasn't smiling at him, she looked sad. He was eager to finish talking with people, so that he could go and find her.

He walked swiftly through the castle corridors, his eyes deep with concern. He reached her chambers, and heard the soft sound of her crying. He quietly stepped inside, his heart breaking further for her every passing second. She was standing by her window, hugging herself. He took a giant step toward her, closing the distance between them, and wrapped his arms around her. She sank into his touch.

"Why are you crying, my queen?" She turned around to face him, her amazing blue eyes swollen.

"Because…oh, Caspian…I did exactly what I didn't want to do."

"And what is that, my love?"

"I fell in love! The last time I got attached to something here, I had to leave it behind, and it broke my heart. I don't want to go through that, Caspian. Not again."

"Your highness, my I present you with Ethine, daughter of Aaron. I took the liberty of questioning her myself, and she sounds like a mighty fine woman. I think this is the one!" He could feel himself nod.

"Shh…it's ok. I love you…and we're going to get through this together, alright?"

"Sire?"

She said nothing more, but wrapped her arms around him and let him hold her.

He was so wrapped up in the memory; the he didn't even hear himself say, "Fine."

She was falling. There was no way to stop; no way to go back. The world was a blur of color as it spun around her. She might have been screaming, but if she was, she couldn't hear herself. Her mission was dangerous, and she knew that. But, never in a million years would she think that part of that mission would be her seemingly endless flight.

Finally, after what seemed like hours, she could make out the lumpy shape of a valley, full of lush grass. She brought her arms in front of her to break her fall, and landed with a thud. She groaned as the pain slowly started to take over the numbness in her forearms.

Gingerly, she rolled over onto her back. Looking up, she saw the midnight sky, dotted with stars. A laugh escaped her-she had made it.

"Scara, my knight, bring her to me. Bring me the one that will stop him."

Scara's mission came back to her in a rush. She stood up, all the feeling coming back to her arms. Looking around at her surroundings, she saw things that she had never seen before in her life. Torches that had no fire, but still glowed brightly in the dark, one or two carriages that had no horses, but went very fast, and roads that were smoother than anything. She then looked down at herself. She was clad in heavy armor and chain mail. On her waist was her sword, held securely by its sheath. The breastplate of her armor was stamped with a solid blue symbol. A giant snake was coiled around a triangle, its massive fangs bared. It was the sign of the Underground.

Her fingers fluttered up to the symbol, her index finger resting on the snake's head.

She walked out of the meadow, and looked for a place to begin. Walking around she saw many stores, all squished together on one street. One sign stood out to her the maost, and it made her snicker. Torin hadn't been lying; he had only been truthful the entire time.

The sign read 'London Pasta and Co.'.

He had been right. She was standing in the town square of London, England. All to do now was to find a house. A professor's house.

"I will bring her to you, Torin. I will not fail."

From the Author: Ok…I decided to post this now, since Susan/Caspian stories are becoming less popular, really fast. (hehe) So…should I continue? Reviews are very much appreciated, and I hope to be hearing from you all soon! Thanks!