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Let me begin with a profound apology from the very deepest part of my heart. I know that it has been almost an entire month since I have updated this story, and I feel TERRIBLE for it. No matter how much I wanted to write, I could not come up with a single idea for the last chapter of this story. Not to mention that in this past almost-month I've gotten strept throat, more homework than I can count, babysitting, strept throat again, my older brother came back home three days ago for his winter break, and I was too busy talking to him to even THINK about FanFiction, and then, just because God likes weakening my immune system, I got strept throat again. But, I did get the very last chapter (tear) of Carvings in the Wall up, and I hope you immensely enjoy, and please review.

"Your Majesty, what do you miss the most about the Golden Age?"

The question was out before I could stop it, and I immediately regretted even thinking it. Queen Susan clearly did not enjoy being asked to relive her time in Narnia. I was actually starting to wonder if she even liked being back in her country. However, instead of getting angry at me, she simply flashed a wan smile. We were in one of the sitting rooms within the castle, and until a minute ago we had been reading peacefully. Susan closed her leather-bound book, sighed, and got out of the plush, velvet-covered chair that she had been seated in. She walked over to a gilded mirror, and wistfully touched her pale cheek, and ran a hand through her long, raven-colored hair. She sighed again, and turned away from her reflection as if what she saw pained her. She smoothed her red skirts, and sat back gracefully in her seat. For a second, I thought that she was going to ignore my question and simply go back to her reading, but she spoke.

"Did your Professor ever tell you what I was best known for in our time Caspian?"

I nodded, recalling the slightly ridiculous pile of stories simply fawning over Susan's hair.

"Everyone, far and wide, adored your beauty."

Susan nodded, smiling slightly.

"Yes. Countries almost started wars to have my hand. I was in a way just like this one girl from where I am from, oh- what was her name? Helen, something. Anyway, I had new suitors every day. Every time I went out to the market, men stared at me. I knew that I was self-centered, but I also knew that I was beautiful. I had confidence, I had brains and beauty, and I had a secret weapon."

I raised an eyebrow, and inquired,

"A weapon, Your Majesty?"

" Mmm.." Susan sighed in response.

She walked back over to the mirror, and touched her cheek again, not sadly, I realized, but longingly.

"Do you know Caspian, what a weapon beauty can be? You can lure secrets out of the most tight-lipped man. You can have power over any lord or king if you bat your eyelashes a certain way, or laugh at his jokes."

I blushed. Maybe Susan wasn't completely oblivious to the power she had over me after all. And maybe my joke about the satyr, the Talking Bear, and the Beaver hadn't been as amusing as I thought it had been.

"When we were in Narnia, that was my one true usefulness. I could sniff out a spy, and have him spilling his secrets before he even knew what he was doing. I could charm the most hardened ambassador into becoming Narnia's best friend."

Susan sat back down, picked up her book, and, before starting to read again, finished with a quick,

"I miss my beauty Caspian. Because sometimes, when you have both beauty and brains, you can be more dangerous than a sword."

Well, crap. I hate ending stories. I hope you have enjoyed reading this, and hope that you will check out my other ones! Have a very merry Christmas!