Lucy had a very, very bad feeling about Peter's plan.
"If I get your troops in, can you handle the guards?"
"Or die trying."
A prickle went through Lucy's spine at the centaur's words. Her brow furrowed, and she shifted from where she was sprawled on the cracked stone table.
"That's what I'm worried about." She said, earning the attention of every creature in the room.
"Sorry?" Her eldest brother asked.
"You're all acting like there's only two options. Dying here, or dying there."
"I'm not sure you've been listening - "
"No, you're not listening! Or have you forgotten who really defeated the White Witch, Peter?" She fixed a hard glare on her brother, refusing to blink or back down.
"I think we've waited for Aslan long enough." He said.
And so it was settled - more or less. Preparations began, though Lucy could tell there were some, Caspian namely, who were discontent with this decision. Some of the crowd began to trickle out, to fulfill their duties, and she was alone at the table in mere minutes.
She slid off of her stone perch to the floor with a muffled thump, walking quietly over to the image of the great lion himself carved into the wall between two braziers. Her fingers stretched out and brushed lightly over the grooves making up his mane. Her hand came to a stop, palm resting on his face, almost as if she hoped she could open her eyes to find the real being there instead of his stone counterpart.
"Oh, Aslan," She breathed. "What am I supposed to do? This is like the first time I found Narnia, all over again.. No one believes me.. They're treating me like a child! Pete, Su, Ed... No one has faith anymore."
Her face felt wet, and her other hand brushed the offending water droplets away in irritation. She remembered when, after their coronation, she had asked Mr. Tumnus when they'd see Aslan again.
"In time... You musn't press him, he isn't a tame lion..."
For some reason, her siblings never seemed to understand that.
Edited the same day as publication, thank you to Guardian of Imagination for correcting me on on a line a centaur said (I had it down as Reepicheep having said it.) That cut out a few more words, but I'm leaving it as it is. May or may not write Lucy's POV of their return.