Caspian woke up groggily, momentarily forgetting where he was. Vague memories of soft skin and pushing someone away from his carnal desires were all that he had to give him some clue as to what happened. Washing up, Caspian dressed in a loose white shirt, jade tunic, jade breeches and black polished boots. By all appearances Caspian was the proud and regal king of Narnia, but on the inside he was simply a twenty-one year old man who was struggling with the wants of his heart and the expectations of his kingdom. Stepping on deck Caspian noticed an sense of excitement bubbling in the air.
Wondering what was going on Caspian looked to the prow and caught a glimpse of gold. Curious Caspian made his way to the prow deck, wondering what Aslan was doing on board his ship. Contemplating the possible reasons for Aslan to be on board of the Dawn Treader Caspian didn't register the look of shock on his men's faces. He should have, though, because the men had all seen Aslan before and never once did they seem to have any fear of the great beast.
Aslan stood on the small (well, small for a larger than average lion) prow deck of the Dawn Treader, looking strangely at ease on the gently swaying ship, his fur glinting molten gold in the sparkling sun. The lion's large head turned as Caspian approached, liquid bronze eyes focusing in on him with impeccable precision. Caspian felt a current of lightning travel from his head down to his toes. Nodding slightly Aslan stepped aside, revealing Lucy who stood in a sapphire dress in the latest Narnian fashion, her soft hair fluttering in the breeze.
"Lucy?"
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Lucy heard the surprise in Caspian's voice and couldn't repress a smile. Off to the side Aslan faded away, leaving them alone. 'Thank you Aslan.' She felt quite regal in such a dress, like she did back when she was a Queen of Narnia. As if in a daze Caspian came to join her by the rail. He looked magnificent in his jade tunic and tights, but she really went fluttery inside when he wore red. No matter, he was one extremely attractive man and it didn't matter what color he wore.
"Are you ill Caspian?" Lucy asked laying a hand on his arm. Even through his clothing she could feel his body heat seeping into her, making her burn for the possibilities if they were married.
"What are you doing here Lucy? I thought you couldn't come back." Caspian looked down into her eyes, voice rough with emotion. The world seemed to fade away for Lucy, drowning herself in his deep blue-grey gaze.
"Perhaps we should go somewhere more private." Lucy replied, looking around at the crew. She loved them all like family, but she wanted to explain to Caspian one on one.
"Oh, of course, follow me." Caspian took her hand, lacing their fingers as they made their way down to his cabin without a word. The door shut with a soft click that could be heard through the silence.
"Now Lucy." Caspian motioned for her to sit. She perched herself upon his bed, wondering at his tone. "I thought you couldn't come back to Narnia after this last time."
Lucy watched Caspian as he stood against the door, his arms crossed across his chest. He seemed so skeptical and hopeful at the same time. Did he not really want her in Narnia? No, that couldn't be it, could it? 'Since I'm here, it must mean Caspian loves me, but he doesn't seem to be too happy about it.'
Wondering what was going on Caspian looked to the prow and caught a glimpse of gold. Curious Caspian made his way to the prow deck, wondering what Aslan was doing on board his ship. Contemplating the possible reasons for Aslan to be on board of the Dawn Treader Caspian didn't register the look of shock on his men's faces. He should have, though, because the men had all seen Aslan before and never once did they seem to have any fear of the great beast.
Aslan stood on the small (well, small for a larger than average lion) prow deck of the Dawn Treader, looking strangely at ease on the gently swaying ship, his fur glinting molten gold in the sparkling sun. The lion's large head turned as Caspian approached, liquid bronze eyes focusing in on him with impeccable precision. Caspian felt a current of lightning travel from his head down to his toes. Nodding slightly Aslan stepped aside, revealing Lucy who stood in a sapphire dress in the latest Narnian fashion, her soft hair fluttering in the breeze.
"Lucy?"
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Lucy heard the surprise in Caspian's voice and couldn't repress a smile. Off to the side Aslan faded away, leaving them alone. 'Thank you Aslan.' She felt quite regal in such a dress, like she did back when she was a Queen of Narnia. As if in a daze Caspian came to join her by the rail. He looked magnificent in his jade tunic and tights, but she really went fluttery inside when he wore red. No matter, he was one extremely attractive man and it didn't matter what color he wore.
"Are you ill Caspian?" Lucy asked laying a hand on his arm. Even through his clothing she could feel his body heat seeping into her, making her burn for the possibilities if they were married.
"What are you doing here Lucy? I thought you couldn't come back." Caspian looked down into her eyes, voice rough with emotion. The world seemed to fade away for Lucy, drowning herself in his deep blue-grey gaze.
"Perhaps we should go somewhere more private." Lucy replied, looking around at the crew. She loved them all like family, but she wanted to explain to Caspian one on one.
"Oh, of course, follow me." Caspian took her hand, lacing their fingers as they made their way down to his cabin without a word. The door shut with a soft click that could be heard through the silence.
"Now Lucy." Caspian motioned for her to sit. She perched herself upon his bed, wondering at his tone. "I thought you couldn't come back to Narnia after this last time."
Lucy watched Caspian as he stood against the door, his arms crossed across his chest. He seemed so skeptical and hopeful at the same time. Did he not really want her in Narnia? No, that couldn't be it, could it? 'Since I'm here, it must mean Caspian loves me, but he doesn't seem to be too happy about it.'