Thank you guys for waiting for an update. Down side- I'm home because my immune system finally broke down now that I'm not in full-blown play mode. Moby Dick went amazingly and I can't even describe how much I will miss my cast family. This chapter is dedicated to them- I love you all.

I really had no idea when Caspian's arm had gone around my waist, but I was thankful for it. As soon as his lips had met mine, my knees went out from under me. I nearly feel back, dipping over his arm, but he steadied me- holding me closer. Realizing the man I was in love with was kissing me, I did what any sane person would do.

I kissed him back.

I hooked my arm around his neck, pulling myself up to better meet his lips. He understood what I was trying to do and picked me up off of the ground slightly, leaving just my toes on the ground. One of his hands moved from my waist to my upper back, pressing me further into the kiss. I didn't need any more persuasion. I tangled my hands through his hair, running them through until the gripped on the nape of his neck. Caspian made a sound between a sigh and moan. Even though I should have felt embarrassed, it just made me happier. No one, not even Susan, told me kissing the one you love was this amazing.

And it was. Heat from Caspian was everywhere, even where he wasn't touching. His lips warmed my face and blood, causing my entire body to feel feverishly warm. My eyes were closed, but there was an array of colors behind them- all bright and brilliant.

Caspian pulled away slightly and I followed him without thinking. He let out a small chuckle and quickly kissed my lips again- causing to flush so red one would have thought me a tomato. I opened my eyes and saw him looking down at me in what could only be described as burning affection. I suppose I was gazing at him in the same way. He smiled and pressed his forehead to mine. "I love you Lucy." He whispered, entwining our hands. He brushed his lips against mine and I whispered (or gasped) "I love you too Caspian. With all my heart."

Thunder rolled in the distance but I paid it no mind as Caspian's lips once again claimed mine for his own.


I opened my eyes to the distant call of thunder with a gasp. It was just a dream? But then I heard something- or rather someone- stir in the corner of the room. I shot up in bed and looked towards the noise. Caspian was asleep in the chair across the room. A pang went through my heart and I crept out a bed. I stood slightly away from him, just admiring the handsome king.

Light flashed, illuminating the entire room for a moment. I turned towards the window while stepping away from the raging storm. I skidded behind the nearest chair, pulling it slightly in front of me. I gasped as soon as I felt a pair of arms around me, pulling me to sit down behind. I stiffened and heard them let out a low chuckle. "Caspian!" I whisper yelled, "You gave me quite a fright!" He let out another low chuckle and then breathed gently in my ear. "Sorry love, but it was to hard to resist."

I blushed at the word love and lent my head on his shoulder, nuzzling into my neck slightly. He tightened his grip on my waist and I could feel his smile through my hair, his breath hot on the side of my neck. "I truly can't believe you're here." Caspian whispered, "I thought I would not see you until Aslan's Country."

"As I you." I whispered back. Even though Caspian was most likely whispering for not wishing to make too much noise at this early hour, if felt intimate- as if we were the only two in the world. "I am so glad to be home." I sighed.

Instead of responding, he brushed his lips on my ear and down my jaw. I shivered and then twisted in his lap to capture his lips. He readjusted his arms so that they were low on my waist, level with my hips. I could stay like this forever.

*knock, knock, knock

Or not…

Caspian broke the kiss with irritation. He stood up, picking me up with him, to my surprise. He carried me over to my bed and set me down gently. Then he went over to the door and opened it to reveal...no one. He poked his head around the corner and shook his head. He closed the door with a shrug and strode back over to me. He leant down and captured my lips, leaning me back down on the bed.

*knock, knock, knock

Caspian groaned as he broke the kiss this time, heading back over to the door. I stood and grabbed his hand, holding him back. The knocking hadn't come from the door…

I gestured vaguely at the chairs, telling Caspian to sit down. The knocking had been coming from the wall- the wall behind the painting. Therefore, it could only be on person. My favorite little boy in fact…

"I knew showing him how to get to my room would come back to haunt me." I scoffed good-natured. I lifted the painting of the Tumnus and I in the wintry snow of Narnia- our foot prints behind us, along with paw tracks that had no owner. At least no seen owner.

"The artist believe you to be walking with Aslan" Trumpkin had informed me when I asked about it, "Always."

I set it gently to the side, revealing a patch in the wall that wasn't quite like the others. I put my ear to the door and heard breathing just on the other side. Small, shallow breaths of a frightened child. "Jonathan…" I trailed off. Caspian's annoyance disappeared, replaced with worry. "I should have known the storm would frighten him." He murmured to no one in particular.

I pressed my hand into the crevice and pulled the door open. Jonathan shot into my room with the speed of a cheetah and nearly plowed me over with the force he ran into me with. Caspian stood and gestured he would close the door. I nodded and picked up Jonathan, who cling to my neck. I sat down on my bed and Caspian closed the window and curtains extra tight before joining us.

"It's alright Jonathan." Caspian soothed. Jonathan peered out from behind my curtain of hair he had decided to hide. " I'm sorry King Casthpian." He whispered, "I know I should be braver."

"No one is asking you to be braver than you are." He rubbed the child's back. Jonathan nodded but then ducked back into the crook of my shoulder. Caspian lent back against my headboard, and gestured for me to join him. Jonathan still tucked into my chest, I shifted over next to him. He wrapped an arm around Jonathan and me.

"King Casthpian?" Jonathan mumbled into my shoulder. "Will you tell me about my mother again?" I glanced over at Caspian, and he smiled. "Of course Jonathan, of course."

"Your mother was a wonderful woman who could make anyone smile…" Caspian started. Unfortunately, Jonathan had already slumped against my shoulder and seemed to be breathing deeply. "Apparently that's all he needed to hear." I teased.

"Would you like to hear the rest Lucy?" Caspian offered, settling the child between us. I nodded, wanting to hear the story of the mother that Jonathan never knew.


There once were two noble sisters who resided in Caspian's court. Cordelia was the eldest, a fair maid at seventeen, and her little sister Arella was a sweet child of nine. Both girls were the life of the party- dancing with light air about them. Arella loved her sister very much, and was the first one to notice Istvan's lustful looks at her sister, even if she didn't understand what the looks meant.

Istvan, even though he was only nineteen, was always a man to get what he wanted- and he wanted Cordelia. Her strawberry blonde curls, hazel eyes and peach perfect skin didn't escape anyone's notice. Soon after, with some kind of amazement, the two were courting.

Cordelia still took care of Arella, but the sweet nine-year-old was very taken with the strapping young eleven year old Andrew.

Time past and a letter was sent to Istvan, he was to marry a young princess his parents had found. As fate would have it, this is when Cordelia discovered she was pregnant. Instead of using this blessing in disguise to stay with his supposed love, Istvan ran before a scandal could break loose.

Cordelia kept her cheery out look, determined that things would turn out they were meant too. After all, she had friends in the castle, and a wonderful sister. She even asked her dearest friend Martha to be the child's godmother.

Everything when wrong at the birth. The child came too early, putting both the child and mother in danger. Only child survived. Martha, being a maid of the castle, could not support the child alone. She raised the child as a page in the castle, keeping a watchful eye over the child.

As for Arella, she shut down after her sister's death. For three years, she would only talk to Andrew or sing softly to baby Jonathan. Even through her depression, it was clear that Arella and Andrew were falling deeply in love.

And yet sometime around the time of Caspian's voyage east, Arella disappeared.


"That's awful." I whispered, holding the child closer. He breathed deeply, and snuggled closer to me. "Do you really tell him that story?" I asked cautiously. Caspian shook his head gently.

"No, I tell him a much more pleasant version." He answered, his hand stroking Jonathan's hair. "But I figured you should know the truth." I nodded and rested my head against the child's hair. Caspian leaned closer as well, planting a small kiss on Jonathan's forehead. Seeing me watching him, he leant up and gave me a small kiss on my lips.

It's not motherly longing, I thought, it's longing for this. For family. For love.


I was quickly falling asleep when I felt Caspian slight beside me. He rearranged Jonathan and I so we were both under the covers and comfortable. The storm was now a distant memory, the lightening long gone. Caspian kissed my forehead and whispered his goodnights. I smiled slightly, realizing he thought I was asleep. He crept quietly from the room, looking back once at Jonathan sleeping form curled up against mine.

As I drifted off to sleep, I couldn't help but think of Aribella, and how I met her just after I returned from my voyage with Caspian…the same time that Arella disappeared from Narnia.

I'm bummed that it is shorter than normal, but I wanted to give you guys and update before I have to go to visit my family for Thanksgiving. Hope you guys liked it.

Just a reminder of the two remaining hints-

Others coming to Narnia and causing a "scene"- oh, I wonder why…have you been making the connections yet?

Lucy finds out about something that hurts her feelings- as cliché as that sounds.

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