I never thought I'd be the Queen of anything. Even when I played dress up as a child, I knew nothing would come of it. Susan was always the better fit to be a Queen. But now, here I am. I've been back to Narnia three times. And I've been High Queen Lucy, The Valiant three times. But now, now I'm home. Home in Narnia. For good. And now I'm no longer just High Queen Lucy, The Valiant. I am Queen Lucy, the wife of Caspian X, King of Narnia. And this is where I belong, ruling beside my best friend. I belong in Narnia. And now I know it was not Susan that was fit to be a Queen, it was me all along. Brave, sweet, little Lucy.
"Lu?" I dropped my pen on the piece of parchment with a gasp as Caspian's arms draped around my waist, his head fitting perfectly on my shoulder. "What is it, Casp?" She asked with a smile at her husband. Caspian smiled back, his dark eyes dancing with mirth. "Hadley is requesting that mummy read her a bed time story. She says I don't tell the tale of the High Queen Lucy and her valiant Knight Caspian right." I laugh lightly at that notion and stand up, pressing a soft kiss to Caspian's lips as I walk by to my Daughters room.
Yes, I never though I'd be a Queen, but I am. But the most important title to me is Mummy, the fighter of bad dreams, kisser of scratches. Nothing could make me any happier than what I am now. Except, maybe the coming birth of my second child. But that story has yet to be written.