When Peter mentions the Westrosi King wishes to dance with her, Susan laughs, her blood burning with the whirl of Narnian pipes and drums; of course he does, for what king does not?
When he points out the man in question - Just there, at the banquet table with his brother and Lucy, her heartbeat thrums with spiced wine, with the handsome stranger’s grey eyes locked on hers with such intensity her feet falter in the dance, and only Peter’s arms keep her from crashing to the floor.
When she greets him, flushed and glowing, her breath flutters in her throat - and dies, as the King next to him turns, and takes her hand, watching her with eyes blue as the sky; watching her as she watches her stranger turn, and depart, and not look back.
Haunted By the Look in My Eyes
When he points out the man in question - Just there, at the banquet table with his brother and Lucy, her heartbeat thrums with spiced wine, with the handsome stranger’s grey eyes locked on hers with such intensity her feet falter in the dance, and only Peter’s arms keep her from crashing to the floor.
When she greets him, flushed and glowing, her breath flutters in her throat - and dies, as the King next to him turns, and takes her hand, watching her with eyes blue as the sky; watching her as she watches her stranger turn, and depart, and not look back.