So Caspian and Lucy are finally together and people will hopefully still enjoy the series anyway. Just so you know, I am not planning on ending it any time soon, so get ready for a long series! Hope you enjoy!
LUCY'S POV
I woke the next morning, feeling extremely happy and ready to face the day. I allowed Julia and the other maids that usually helped dress me the day off, and hummed as I dressed myself in one of my favorite dresses—a deep, midnight purple, strapless, flowing dress. I paired black, knee-length boots and an amethyst necklace with the dress, and it was topped off with my hair pulled up into a sloppy bun and my crown.
As I finished getting dressed, I heard a knock on my door, and allowed the person to come in. Caspian walked in, smiling at me and catching his breath when he saw my outfit. I took it as a compliment and giggled, kissing him briefly but passionately before pulling him out into the hall and closing the door behind me.
"So what's on the agenda for today?" I asked as we walked.
"We're planning another ball, to announce our courting," Caspian answered, smiling at me. I laughed. "There will be men and women from Archenland there again, so stay close to me, all right?" I agreed seriously this time. Archenland men had been raised to see women as nothing but child-bearers and housekeepers, but thought nothing of their actual feelings and thoughts. All this happened because King Nain was in power. Caspian also informed me the king would be attending the ball, and I grimaced, not wanting him anywhere near me or any of the Narnian women.
"I don't like him, either, Lu," Caspian said, reading my expression. "Which is why you need to stay by me, all right?"
"All right," I answered. We walked into the ballroom and both stopped short when we saw King Nain standing, speaking rudely to Trumpkin. I could tell my dear little friend was attempting to be polite, but having a difficult time. When Caspian and I entered the room, Nain looked up at us.
"Ah, King Caspian," he said, a mocking smile on his face as he walked over. "Good to see you again." His eyes flashed to me, and his expression turned to a leer. I instantly wished I'd chosen to wear my dagger on my belt so I could pull it on him and tell him to back off. "And who is this lovely young lady?" I couldn't stop a horrified shiver that ran down my spine.
"This is High Queen Lucy the Valiant," Caspian answered, purposefully saying my full, regal name. I watched with a smirk as recognition came into Nain's eyes, along with slight fear. He knew I'd been given that name for a reason.
"Ah, of course. How could I not recognize her?"
"You won't talk about me like I'm not here, King Nain," I said, my voice dripping with sarcasm as I said his title. "We're not in Archenland anymore, and women are treated equally here." I saw in my peripheral vision as Caspian gave me a proud smile, but mostly saw Nain's angry glare. I was sure at that moment, I was glaring back with equally fierce anger.
"Yes, Queen Lucy."
"That's High Queen Lucy to you."
"Yes, Your Majesty," he said, bowing slightly and walking away. I didn't miss the eye roll he gave me as he turned, and I didn't think he intended for me to miss it.
"One more thing," I called after him. With an exasperated sigh, he turned, crossing his arms in questioning. "You will not speak rudely to Trumpkin as you were when we came in." Surprise flashed in his eyes, and I knew at once he hadn't seen us witnessing that. He nodded and walked out the door.
"Trumpkin, what is he doing here?" Caspian asked as we approached the dwarf. "The ball isn't until tomorrow night."
"I don't know, Caspian," Trumpkin replied, sitting in a nearby chair and pinching the bridge of his nose in agitation. "I suppose he heard about your almost-wedding with Liliandil and figured that she was free to be taken as a wife again."
"The pervert," I spat, glaring down at the floor. Caspian wrapped an arm around my waist and pulled me close. I looked up to see that his proud smile was back.
"You handled yourself fairly well back there, Queen Lucy," he said in compliment, kissing me lightly.
"Thank you," I answered, smiling and kissing him back.
"Sometimes you two scare me," Trumpkin commented, and I looked over my shoulder at him, laughing at his half-grossed-out face. He sighed and smiled, standing. "If you two want to spend some time together, go right ahead. I'll take care of preparations."
"Are you sure, Trumpkin?" Caspian asked. "I know I promised we'd help."
"It's fine," the dwarf answered, waving us off. "Just go, before anyone else gets grossed out by you two." Caspian and I laughed as we walked out of the ballroom.
We were walking calmly down the quiet halls of Cair when Caspian pulled me into a dark, more secluded hall, and held me protectively against his chest. I started to ask him what was wrong, but he stopped me by covering my mouth. He held up one finger to his lips, telling me to keep quiet as he peeked out around the corner, and then ducked back in. He bent down to press a kiss below my ear before whispering to me.
"Warriors from Archenland," he breathed. "Just go along with me, all right?" I nodded in answer, and he pressed his lips against mine more fiercely than he had before. I felt one of his hands on the small of my back and the other came to rest on the side of my neck while he pressed his body close to mine. In response, I wrapped my arms around his neck and held him tightly, tangling my fingers in his soft, brown hair.
As we were kissing like that, I heard the men from Archenland pass by the hall, and some of them stopped walking when they saw us. I heard their quiet questions, wondering who we were, but no one lingered, and the people that had lagged behind quickly caught up with the others. Caspian didn't pull out of the kiss until a while after their footsteps faded. I laughed breathlessly and pressed feather-light kisses against his jaw and neck, but neither of us released our grip on the other.
"You should kiss me like that more often," I said once I had caught my breath. Caspian laughed and caught my lips in the same type of fierce, passionate kiss. We stayed like that for a few minutes longer. I was so trapped in the kiss, in the love that Caspian was showering me with, that I didn't hear footsteps approaching and stopping by the hall. Then someone cleared their throat and I jumped slightly, pulling out of the kiss as I did so. I noticed a slightly aggravated look flash across Caspian's face before he looked up to see who had interrupted us. I looked over and saw one of Caspian's men standing there, a blush on his face and his eyes down.
"Y-your Majesty," he stuttered, finally gaining the courage to look up at us before blushing and looking down again. "Your presence is requested."
"All right," Caspian answered. "Thank you, Blaccard. I will be right there." The man nodded and walked away quickly, the blush never leaving his face. Caspian turned and kissed me again, more gently this time, and kissed down my jaw and neck, leaving one final kiss on my bare shoulder before reluctantly letting me go.
"Hurry back," I told him, smiling when he chuckled, agreed, and walked away.
