Queen of Narnia, one of the great four that brought Narnia peace and led the inhabitants into the golden age, the one who had the elixir that could heal any wound, the purest of hearts, who never envied, never lied, and never ever hated anyone… sat glaring daggers into the back of the captain's door. She could pout if she wanted to, even if she was well passed the age of pouting; and not that that thought hadn't crossed her mind more than once and it set her into an even deeper state of pouting. A light tapping on her door and the youngest of the four great kings and queens, crossed her arms in defense of the voice she knew would tempt her from brooding.

"Lu, don't be so cross with us would you. Caspian's right you know, you're a lady."

"He does this every time and you know it's wrong. There should be enough rooms on board a ship this large that are perfectly suitable for me." She ground her teeth in irritation at her brothers words, just like him to take Caspian's side; and mind you, she would have been livid at that fact alone, but she could never be upset with Edmund for very long.

A laugh was muffled against the door, "Oh don't be a baby and come out and have some dinner. He's been so kind to us already and you shouldn't be rude. He's absolutely worried himself into being ill because he's offended you."

"Edmund, you should know better than to put me on a guilt like that." Stomping to the door she flung it open only to find her brother and the subject of their discussion, smiling broadly and with quite satisfied looks on their faces. "You two are absolutely horrid."

"Terribly so." Said Caspian who shook his head, hair being swept sideways by the sea breeze and brown eyes grinning in such a way that proved he didn't mean the words.

"We deserve to be punished by Aslan himself."

"Hush would you Ed, I don't much like the though of bringing his wrath on us." The captain half heartedly swatted at the other man's arm.

A tanned hand ran through Edmunds black hair and he inhaled the salt air deeply, "I wonder if we'll see him anytime soon."

"I hope so." At the mention of the great lion's name, she was no longer angry but filled with a warmth that made her smile match those of the other two except, in her own Lucy way, it lit up the interior of the room behind her.

Both men stood and stared for the briefest of moments, which she was, of course, oblivious too. It wasn't until Edmund let out a sigh, his eyes softened by the site of his youngest sister lost in dreams of meeting Aslan again, that the silence between then was broken. Despite what she thought, Lucy could stop a crowd with a single smile, or a wave of her hand; and it made her siblings love her even the more for not knowing she had that power. "Well, let's not starve waiting on him. He comes and goes as he pleases." Taking her hand in his strong one, he leaned into his sister; despite being only a year older, he still felt terribly protective even though there were currently no dangers near her. She longed for Aslan in his absence; it was no secret that Lucy, more than anyone in their quiet group, ached for the lion and was always a little depressed when he'd leave. She would try to hide, but the mere mention of his name made her very core brighten and it was obvious to anyone who saw her in those times. It made Edmund see her in a fragile state, as that child that first stumbled into the icy Narnia all those years ago; and he wanted to protect her. "I can't believe you were upset with us. I thought Peter had settled the room struggle with you."

A blush appeared on the pale face of Lucy, "Yes well, I thought once on the actual boat, I could persuade you into not giving me the captain's quarters. After all, I'm not the captain." With that she cast a glance at the abnormally quiet Caspian who nodded his head at her. "I say, are you alright? I don't believe I've seen you this quiet since we first met."

"Yes, I'm quite alright. I was just thinking of Aslan." He smiled brightly, "Had it not been for him, I would not be king, nor would I have met any of you. It would sadden me to know I would have been without all of you."

"Don't be sad, dear Caspian!" Lucy bounded to him, catching him in a warm hug that showed she had forgiven him for the upset with the choice of quarters. Because, truth be told, she could never really stay mad at anyone for very long; and she wasn't mad, just pouting at being treated more special than the others. Which, in hindsight, was a rather foolish and immature thing to do, being a Queen and nearly twenty at that.