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Rabadash's warning echoes throughout my sleeping chamber. I have to follow him or he kills Elvira.

But before I can get out of bed, the wooden door flies open. Caspian stands with his sword drawn. His eyes are dark and his mouth is a line. I can hear him breathing heavily when he enters my room.

'Where is he!' It's not a question, his eyes look around searchingly.

'He, he--,' but my mind fails me as I fall down on my bed once again. Rabadash and his voice are gone. My mind is for free again for a moment. Free of his haunting voice and spirit.

Caspian puts his sword back in its sheath. Quickly he strolls towards my bed and without words, he sits down. He slides across the bed so that he can take me in his arms. I sit up, my cheeks burning as he folds his strong arms around me.

'Susan, it haunts me. What Elvira said at Aslan's how,' he quietly says after a couple of seconds.

I swallow audibly and Caspian finds my hand. He squeezes it.

'Susan. I'm so glad you're back.' He swallows and raises his other hand. He stops at my face and brushes away a few hairs, his hand running down my forehead, down my cheek and then to my chin. He brings my face closer to his and his lips float over mine. Suddenly I see his face, the old and the new.

And I know. I have to tell him. To tell them.

'Alright.' I sigh deeply and squeeze his hand this time.

'He raped you?' Caspian mutters the words he fears.

By the mane, he doesn't wait, does he? I shiver as I inhale some air. 'Yes, he did. He did it twice. One time in the golden age, but only Edmund knew that. Later I told Peter and Lucy about it because the guilt was too hard to bear alone.'

Caspian's hold on me becomes tighter and I hear him growl.

'It was,' a heavy voice says. I look towards my door and there they stand. My siblings, my protectors, my rocks. My everything in this world and beyond. Lucy her hair is loose and by the way they are dressed I know now that it is night. They are all dressed in their nightgowns.

Now I look at Caspian, he is still dressed in his light blue tunic and his black trousers. Even his boots are still one. It is as if he can read the question from my mind.

'Salvador and I were trying to track Elvira, but her trace disappeared in the Lantern woods,' he says soothingly.

Lucy crawls on the bed next to me and Peter and Edmund each pick a side on the end of my bed.

'But what did you do?' Caspian looks at Peter and Edmund. 'What did you do when you knew your sister was raped? Didn't you declare war on him?'

Peter laughs angrily. 'I wanted to tear him apart, for what he did to Susan. To the pain he caused her and still does.' His blue eyes look at me, full with pain and love.

I try to swallow the upcoming tears away but this is family. These are the one I love, so I let them fall.

'Susan,' Lucy cries next to me, it is also her fear. Because Rabadash wanted her too. Mostly because he couldn't get to me. But he had me. He had all of me. And they know it for sure, but I still have to say it.

'You will get your change, Pete,' I say, my voice hoarse from the tears. The look Peter gives me is just scary, haunting even.

'You mean...' He growls like a wild animal.

Edmund's eyes turn darker than an endless abyss and my Caspian just holds me even tighter while he kisses my temple. But I can feel his tears. Lucy cries against my shoulder as the realization dawns on her.

'He locked me and Elvira in a cell, but he sent her away. To someone. To her, I think. And then the door closed. The guards were gone. He took his time, exploring my body with his, his hands.'

My brothers and Caspian hiss in anger, in frustration. But they say nothing, they let me tell the story. The words flow out of my mouth, as some freedom. As stones are lifted from my chest. It feels less tight. As if I can breathe again.

'Luckily, thanks to the king of kings. I fainted. It became dark when he did the, the thing.' I wince as something is thrown on the ground and breaks into pieces. The porcelain is shattered all through my room.

'Peter!' Edmund scolds my older brother, who now stands next to my dressoir. The flowers are scattered all over my room.

'He touched you, again!' Peter roars. 'I'll rip him apart, I'll kill him with my bare hands, I, I--,'

'Peter, breathe,' Edmund states, now standing up. But I can hear that my younger brother is trying not to explode. And the one holding me, my seafarer king. Is breathing in and out, his eyes stand dark and narrow.

'The one who finds him first, can kill him, Pete,' is Caspian's dark answer; and I can't help it. But I start to laugh. It may be the nerves or the fear. Of everything all in one. They look at me If I am crazy but they let me. Lucy isn't crying anymore and throws her arms around me and so also around Caspian. And now the tears and the sobs are coming back, hard. With long strokes and a shivering breath. All the time they stay silent. They just hold me, asking no more questions.

Aslan, I love them so so much. I cannot bear the thought that something could happen to them!

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That night, I slept peacefully in the arms of Caspian. When the sun comes up and that was very soon, Edmund wakes us up.

'Breakfast!' he says with a smile. The door closes again and Caspian turns around so that he looks at me. He kisses my forehead.

'Good morning, my Gentle Queen.'

I smile lovingly at him. 'Hello to you too,' I say, my voice hoarse from sleep.

He wipes some hair out of my face as his mouth finds mine. It is a demanding kiss, but full of love. Though, for a second I see Rabadash in front of me. His hands all over my body.

Caspian feels my body stiffen. 'It is me, my love,' he says with a heavy accent.

I open my eyes and look at him. 'I know. But he haunts my mind. It is as he is inside me,' I say, trying not to cry.

'Was that the same after the first time?' he asks.

I nod. 'Yes, it took months for me to feel like myself again. Even in England he kept following me. That's why Peter and Edmund are so protective of me, and of course about Lucy.'

Caspian nods and bows forward to kiss my forehead again. 'This time, I am with you, love. I will protect you, you are my queen. My life.' With these words, my heart flutters and beats almost out of my chest. I cannot contain myself as I lay my hands on his cheeks and pull him towards me. Our lips collide hungry and I bite his lip.

He groans as he pulls me closer. Things are heating up but I see him again. Feeling him. I try to push him away but Caspian feels my body tighten again. He pulls back, breathing heavily.

'By the mane, Su.' His cheeks are red and his hair is wild, but he never looked more handsome than right now. 'What are you doing to me?' he asks while he buries his head against my chest.

I giggle and kiss the top of his head.

'Breakfast!' I hear Ed yell again and this time he bangs on the door.

'Coming!' Caspian calls out. It stays silent and I hear someone laugh.

The door opens and Caspian lifts his head off my chest. We both sit up as Edmund strolls inside my room.

'That sounded way too wrong,' he smirks.

I grab one of my pillows and throw it at him. Edmund dodges it easily.

'Come on you two, Peter is going nuts if he knew what you two were doing.'

'And what are we doing?' Caspian says with a grin, pulling me against his muscular chest once again.

'Snogging. And you know Peter...'

'Alright, alright. We're coming,' I say, pushing Caspian out of my bed.

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'Su! You look lovely,' Lucy states as she sits down next to me.

She is wearing her silver crown, her hair is curly and her blue dress is embroidered with silver flowers on her chest.

I look down at my own dress. Surprisingly Edmund sought it out. He just walked into my dressing room and brought this dress back. It is blue, like the ocean. With golden embroidery on the hem of the dress and on the buste. While Lucy has flowers, I have little birds. It is really beautiful. We all wear our crowns and it just feels like we are back in the golden age.

But when Salvador enters and sits down, one chair stays empty and the distressed feeling is back. Where is she?

We all think the same, as the room stays silent. Suddenly we hear screaming and yelling. Running footsteps and the doors of the dining room are thrown open. Two soldiers, both fauns dressed in the Narnian colours come running in.

'They are coming!' one of the Fauns calls out in distress. 'The Witch and the Tisroc!'

'And Lady Elvira,' The other says, he is pale like a sheet.

'Can you tell if she is wounded?' Peter orders them to tell, standing up from his chair.

The one Faun with the lightest hair shakes his head. 'No, my High king. She is the one leading the army.'

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