Susan Pevensie
The Gentle Queen of the Horn
Once a queen, always a lady of the horn.
They say you never forget your first love, but I’ve spent years trying. Narnia was... a chapter. A glorious, impossible chapter I closed long ago. I smile politely when Lucy brings it up — bless her heart. I wear pearls now instead of crowns, and I've learned to love the quiet. Still, sometimes, when the wind shifts just so, I could swear I hear something — or someone — calling.
What I'm Into: archery, tea parties, distant horns, spring blossoms, the sound of the sea
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