Lucy had never seen so many shades of blue in her life. Caspian had left the cabin telling her that she could borrow something from one of his wife's trunks to wear. At once she learned something about this queen even though she had yet to meet her; she liked the colour blue. Loved it. Or at least, she didn't appear to be compelled to own any clothing that wasn't blue. There were several different shades of it. A sort of indigo colour, a sky blue, a baby blue, a navy blue, a powder blue, a sea blue, a greenish blue...etc.

All of the gowns were too big for Lucy. Clearly, Caspian's wife was a good deal taller than she was. She finally managed to find one that was only a little too big and could be easily walked in if the extra fabric was tucked into a belt. It was a sea blue (What could be more fitting for the occasion than that?).

Lucy took it out of the trunk and placed it on the cot, spreading it out neatly. Then she peeled off her soaking-wet English summer dress, which was clinging closely to her skin, and rolled it into a wet ball that she dropped on the wooden floor making a slight splat sound. Next she picked up the gown and threw it over her head, pulling it down around herself. She next took a brown-belt she found hanging on one of the walls (It belonged to Caspian but she was sure he wouldn't mind loaning it to her) and folded it around the middle of the gown which she scrunched up so that she wouldn't trip over it when she walked. She tried on the pair of satin slippers that matched the gown she had chosen only to find that they were too tight and pinched her toes terribly. She decided that was quite alright because she didn't really mind going bare-foot on the smooth deck.

After she had dressed, she heard a knock at the cabin door. "May I come in?" The voice was unfamiliar but Lucy knew that it must be Caspian's wife because it was female.

"Yes, I don't think it's locked." Lucy answered.

The door opened and a tall slim girl about a year or so younger than Caspian walked into the room. She was very beautiful with a perfect spotless rose-leaf white completion, starry dark blue eyes, and long golden hair that ended nearly at her lower calves.

"Hello, you must be Queen Lucy from the old stories. I've heard so much about you." She said with a bright blindly-white smile as she stretched out her hand to shake Lucy's.

Lucy shook it and stared at her in awe for a moment. Not even Susan could compete with her, she found herself thinking, she's gorgeous. She wondered what would have happened if Susan hadn't fallen in love with Peter and left Caspian to come back to England. Would Caspian have met this girl and left her? Would he have ended up with two wives like Jacob from the bible? She wondered which one would have been the 'Leah' in that relationship. They were both beautiful and had both won his heart. It probably would've been more like having two 'Rachel's. Of course, none of that mattered now anyway. Things had worked out for the very best, both for him and for Susan. Both were happily married to the person they truly belonged with. There had been a short time when Lucy had worried about them. In short, she was glad Caspian had managed to find someone and learned to love again.

"I hope you don't mind." Lucy said sheepishly, mentioning down at the gown she had borrowed.

"Not at all." Caspian's wife told her cheerfully. "You can borrow anything you need." She glanced down at her feet. "What about shoes?"

"I tried." Lucy told her. "They hurt. It's alright, I'd rather go bare-foot anyway."

"Well, as long as you're comfortable." Caspian's wife answered politely.

"I should go and see how Edmund and Eustace are settling in." Lucy said, walking towards the door.

"I'll come with you." She said, following her. "I haven't met them yet."

"By the way, what is your name?" Lucy wanted to know.

"I haven't got one." The queen blushed at having to admit this.

"You don't have a name?" Lucy asked in a very surprised tone. "Why not?"

"Well, my mother died before she could name me and father-he's a sweet star but not much good with names-just called me 'daughter' and Caspian never calls me anything but pet names and my subjects just call me 'your majesty'." She shrugged her shoulders. "I don't suppose I really need a name anyway."

"What should I call you?" Lucy asked.

"Well you could just call me Ramandu's daughter." She suggested. "I know it's a bit much, but really what other option is there? I'm too old to get a real name now, I wouldn't know to respond to it." She laughed a little at her own joke.

Once they were back on deck, they ran into Edmund and Caspian who stood looking out over the sea talking. Caspian was explaining how long the ship had been at sea and that they were now headed towards the Lone Islands. Then he asked Edmund why they belonged to the crown of Narnia in the first place and Edmund had to confess that he didn't know.

"But if you don't mind my asking," Edmund said to Caspian. "Do explain why you're going to the Lone Islands to begin with. Is it to pay an ordinary visit and then head back to Narnia?" Somehow he got the feeling that it was more important than simple polite stately visits.

"I made a promise to Aslan that I would find the lost men that my uncle sent away so that they wouldn't take my side after he killed my father." Caspian explained. "They were sent in a boat into the east. So we are going to be sailing east and east and possibly..." He lowered his voice. "Even to Aslan's country."

Although he said it softly, Lucy heard him say it anyway and added, "Do you really think Aslan's Country is the sort of place you could ever just sail to?" She couldn't help but think that if you could, everyone would go there just for the sake of seeing it for themselves.

Caspian shrugged. "How should I know, Lucy?" He looked down at her. "You know him better than I do?"

"Don't feel bad." Edmund laughed. "No one knows Aslan like Lucy does."

Lucy smiled at him. "Where is Eustace?" She looked around but didn't see her cousin anywhere.

"Oh, don't bother with him." Edmund rolled his eyes. "He's being a real pain. He's lying in one of the cots in our bunker wailing about how sick he feels."

Lucy's face fell. She remembered getting sea-sick during her first trip out to sea and suddenly felt sorry for Eustace. The poor thing was probably aching to throw up and yet was too dizzy even for that.

"I wish I had my cordial." She said mournfully. "It would've made him feel better and then we could have reasoned with him."

Edmund let out a disagreeable snort.

"I have your cordial in my trunk back in our cabin." Caspian's wife told her. "I thought it might be considered a royal treasure so I took it along. You can have it back if you want."

"I don't think she should waste it on a thing like sea-sickness." Caspian suggested.

"It'll only be a drop." Lucy reminded him. "And imagine how you would feel right now if you were him."

Edmund couldn't help but admire how good and forgiving Lucy was. She could be so sweet that it almost brought tears into his eyes to think about it. She had already forgiven Eustace for how rude he had been simply out of thoughtful pity. Most girls would have held it against him and let him go on feeling ill. But Lucy, rather than do that, went to her cousin-ignoring his rude comments as she place a drop of the magical cordial in her mouth-and made him feel better.

After that, Eustace was left alone in his cot for a while. He sulked and muttered, "No one cares how I'm feeling." Already forgetting Lucy's kindness towards him. He didn't see anyone else until one of the shipmates came down there to look for something.

"You there!" Eustace snapped at him crossly. "Tell me, is the storm getting any better?"

"Storm?" the sailor laughed. "Why it's nothing but perfectly smooth weather out there."

"Lies." Eustace muttered. Then in a normal voice, he added, "Where are my cousins?"

"On deck with everyone else of course!" He told him in a merry tone. "You might consider joining them."

"I don't approve of merry-making during a storm." Eustace insisted stubbornly.

Although Eustace wouldn't believe it simply because he didn't want to, it was nothing but pleasant up on deck. Everyone was singing and laughing and clapping their hands. Someone had a violin which he played while the sailor next to him tapped two spoons together on his lap in time with it to make one playful upbeat little song.

Pattertwig and Reepicheep watched the merry-making with little smiles on their talking rodent faces while they played chess together.

"Come on, Lu." Edmund offered his hand to Lucy. "Dance with me."

Lucy grinned at him. "Alright."

They spun around gaily and speedily mostly instep-except for a few slip ups where they went the wrong way and banged into each other.

On the other side of the deck, Caspian flirted with his wife who teased him and kept moving away laughing, "Can't catch me."

"Oh is that so?" Caspian laughed, walking a little faster and pulling her closer to him.

"Oh, so you caught me." She giggled.

"My shooting star." Caspian sighed affectionately, reaching up to stroke the side of her face.

"My royal hero." She leaned deeply into his embrace and started to kiss him.

A few of the sailors elbowed each other and chuckled. The man with the spoons whispered something to the man with the violin. He nodded, tuned his instrument, and then started to play a soft slow romantic song. It had been intended for Caspian and his wife to dance to but they were too busy making out to bother.

"Dance with me?" Edmund asked Lucy once more, stretching out his hand again.

"Yes." Lucy said softly, placing her hand in his; her cheeks slightly flushed both from the rush of emotions and from the faster dancing before.

They danced together long after the man stopped playing his violin and the sun set and the stars came out hovering above them. They didn't even realize at first that they were completely alone under the glittering night sky.

"Goodnight, Edmund." Lucy said finally, pulling away from him.

He gazed after her as she turned to walk into her cabin. "Goodnight, Lucy."

AN: Please review!