Have I mentioned before that I do not own Chronicles of Narnia or any of the characters? Well, I don't and it's such a pity... At least Caspian... *has dreamy look*
"That's it?"
The young Telmarine monarch blinked as his family stared at him in pure surprise and wonder. Well, he did expect them to look so funnily puzzled, after all he was not asking of them something as grand as he had made them think it was. Maybe he was a bit too official but it just came out naturally of him, talking as if he was addressing people of either high or low rank, quite formally but he had been taught by his Professor that way. "Well, yes, I was hoping that you could tell me specific things about the world you came from." He said sitting in his kingsized chair again. "Well, one thing in particular, actually. But I'm sure other questions will come out along the way."
"Well, vhat du ya wanna knaw?" Edmund said again with his mouthful, making Lucy pretend a throwing up grimace and Susan to roll her eyes and scrunch up her nose disgusted. She got off her chair silently, walked around the table and next to her brother and smiling angelically to everyone, she surprised him by pushing his jaw up, shutting his mouth entirely. The muffled gasp of the Just King made Lucy giggle breathlessly and the two other Kings snicker deviously.
"I'm sorry, what was the question again? I was distracted by the half-masticated turkey rolling around in your wide-open trap."Caspian said smiling wickedly making the boy roll his dark eyes and swallow his food louder than he normally would.
"I said, what do you bloody want to know?" he replied aggravated, his reaction the reason of another wicked and satisfied smirk forming on the Telmarine's perfect lips.
"You did not say 'bloody' the first time..." the eldest King muttered gaining a hard look from his brother. "Right! Well, first off, did it rain in that…land you used to live?"
"Actually, a better question would have been, did it ever stop raining in E.n.g.l.a.n.d?" Peter corrected him, emphasising the country's name's letters as if talking to a little, illiterate child. He was very much enjoying doing so, Caspian could see it in his playful, laughing sea-blue eyes. But he ignored it, not willing to satisfy him by showing his irritation. "But why do you ask?"
"En-gla-nd." He repeated the name in his mouth again, sensing his lips peculiar when pronouncing it, an unfamiliar word that despite the Pevensies' ease at saying it, he found it most difficult and upsetting. "Yes, then you were living on top of it. I mean, it's only logical." He was practically talking to himself and he did not see the siblings focusing their confused and bizarre stares on him.
"Uhmm… forgive my interrupting this wonderful flow of thoughts of yours, but…uhh…on top of what?" Edmund did not mean to mock or tease him this time and his siblings knew that. But the Just King had this amazing talent of making one roll their eyes in nuisance without actually wanting them to.
"The ball, of course!" Caspian exclaimed, thinking the boy was messing with him again. "You must have been living on top of it."
All four Pevensies regarded surprised and perplexed one another. It was not hard for them to understand what he meant by using the term 'ball' to define the Earth. But what they did not understand was the logical explanation he had in his head about the rain.
"The ball?" Lucy spoke first. "Well, I believe you are speaking of the Earth. But what does the rain have anything to do with it?"
"You were on top of it. So it was always raining on the top but never on the other side, am I right?" he reasoned, hoping to be right as he demonstrated his point with his fisted palm. A quiet snort was all that could be heard for a small moment followed by a muffled snicker. Susan exclaimed her little brother's name but looking at Caspian's quite serious and puzzled frown, she could not resist biting her lips and looking to the other side. Peter, on the other hand, had removed his still full plate from before him and had dropped his head on the table. Caspian did not really understand the reason that his shoulders were shaking and that his whole body was trembling, but that was until the golden-haired King hit his fist on the table as a breathless sound of laughter escaped his lips. There is no need in mentioning that Lucy had sank so deep in her chair that only the top of her light brownish head was visible, her giggles slightly muffled up by the small hands covering her mouth.
Caspian, realizing what they were laughing at, cleared his throat, stood up brushing his shirt with dignity and with pride and his head held high, he walked out of the enormous dining hall. The siblings were quite aware of their silly mistake but they could not help laughing. His serious face when asking something extremely ridiculous sounding to them was just too much for them. Susan's laughter immediately died down at the sight of her husband walking away with his kingly pride wounded and soon her three brothers and sister ceased laughing as well.
"We've been so rude to poor Cas…" Lucy mumbled ashamed, her silvery gray eyes darting in sorrow and shame on the plate before her, her rosy lips curling in a frown of self-awareness and sadness. "It's not his fault he does not know…"
"You're right. We should not have laughed at his ignorance. And after all, that's the very reason he asked us, he wanted to know whether he's right or wrong and what is right. Oh, I feel so bad. I can't bear to look him in the eyes…" Susan muttered to herself, her big, cerulean orbs gazing out of the grand windows of the room. "Should I go find him?"
But without waiting to be given an answer, she suddenly got up and practically ran across the room. Her clapping heels' piercing sound bouncing off on the stony and marble walls could be heard by the three monarchs for some more seconds after she exited the room. She searched desperately all the corridors near the dining hall, thinking and hoping he could not have gone far. But he was nowhere to be found. So she climbed hastily the stairs and headed to the one place her husband found refuge each time he felt he needed to be alone.
Dr. Cornelius's private study room.
The great door did not make a single sound as she opened it. She popped a head in and her eyes scanned the slightly dark by the petrol blue curtains room. With a silent, soft sigh, she saw his slender, muscular silhouette behind the curtains, he was on the balcony. She gently shut the door behind her and walked carefully to him.
"Should I leave?" she asked in a guessing, timid voice standing on the balcony's door frame.
"A question you should never ask again." He replied without looking at her but by the softness in his voice she knew he wasn't mad. As she approached him slowly, he turned to face her, extending his arm to her invitingly, an unreadable, gentle look darkening his already chocolate, dark eyes. She eagerly accepted it, a small smile gracing her full, luscious lips, while her gaze was glued on his silvery blue shirt. He slipped a hand under her chin and with a silken touch he lifted her ashamed face up so that she was mere inches away from him. "Are you seeking for forgiveness? Because that's what it looks like!"
"Of course, I am!" she practically exclaimed annoyed and irritated with herself. "Caspian, I am so sorry for behaving so rudely. You did not deserve it. It's not your fault that-!" but he cut her rambling with a chaste, sweet kiss, his lips curling faintly in a small grin on hers.
"All is forgiven, love. Although, there's nothing really to forgive but I bet that in about ten seconds you will deny it!" he whispered funnily as they broke apart and as her lips parted, the word 'but' almost heard, he placed his thumb on her mouth grinning smugly. "See, I told you so!"
Susan huffed amused and took a step back. Standing so close to him and him touching her so much was driving her crazy and distracting her attention and mind from what she truly meant to say. "But, Caspian, I acted like a..a…a… like Edmund!" he laughed heartily at the comparison, forcing her to smile along a bit. "It's not funny! I absolutely hate myself for acting so rude to you, of all people!"
"This is not a problem, I love you enough for the both of us." He smiled lovingly as he closed the gap between them and by caressing her chin again with his pointer finger and by gently, in a playful manner patting her small, freckled nose, he made her roll her eyes in surrender and throw herself on him, letting him cup her cheeks with his palms and rest his forehead on hers, looking deeply in her sea-blue eyes of mirth. "Can we let go of this nonsense now?"
"Yes." She whispered back, closing her eyes in relief and loving snugness. No words could ever describe how she loved this man, how proud and happy she was to be his wife, to call him her own and herself his. She thought that maybe people should change the phrase 'Nobody is perfect'. Caspian was. She just could not believe he just forgave her, he actually thought there was nothing to forgive when she had treated him so stupidly and childishly. Was she even worth such a man? Of his love? Perhaps nobody would ever answer that question, she was just happy and contented to have both.
"Now, are you ready for some more questions?" he suddenly said, distancing slightly himself from her but with his arms wrapped around her waist. "You might want to arm yourself for you do not know what you might hear!"
"I'm all ready and set, Your High Majesty!" she said funnily, making him wink at her, glad to see that she was playing along and had let go of the silly matter of forgiveness. "But could we go someplace else? I've forgotten my cloak…"
Caspian laughed a merry, melodious laugh tilting his head almost fully back at her puppy dog face, a laugh of adoration that made Susan look even more pleading and to smile along. "I am but a humble servant of my Queen. I will immediately do whatever pleases Her Majesty with no demurs!"
"Oh, good to know that. I thought gentlemen were a dying breed." She confessed with a half teasing smile as she raised graciously her hand like the Queen she was, waiting for him to take it and lead her back in the room. He gently pressed his lips on her milky knuckles, lingering on more than normally before bowing and escorting her back in.
"Well, does the Queen wishes us to remain alone or perhaps she wishes that we join her siblings?"
Susan placed a finger on her lips, her face wearing the mask of pensiveness and mischief. "Well…"
Well, I must confess my great love for England, not something that you really care about, just wanted to mention it. And I do admit Caspian's comment about Ed's 'half-masticated turkey' is indeed not my idea! Can you guess where the line is taken from? Well, I will tell you in chapter 5 in case you can't! :P Oh, and I hope you enjoyed the Suspianish fluffy moment! Should there be more?
It's quite funny how long pointless stories such as this one can last but that does not mean you should not review. By all means, do! I love reviews! :D