Chapter 5
The tour of the castle was enjoyable. Caspian watched as Lucy gave details about every room with the grand stone palace with enthusiasm and a smile. It was clear to anyone watching that this place was dear to her heart.
The last place on the tour was the Grand Hall where Lucy, along with her brother and sister, once held court to listen to the needs and worries of their Narnian subjects. However, at the top of the dias where there were once four elegant chair, one for each king and queen, there where now only two.
Lucy turned to look at Caspian, who was to her left and a few spaces behind. "Why only two?"
Caspian spoke very slowly as if he was in pain. "Considering the fact that your eldest brother and sister can no longer return to Narnia, than two thrones for the remaining King and Queen of Old. Or if none of your returned, than a throne for myself and my soon-to-be Queen."
Lucy could see that he was sorrowed by the fact that her sister would never return. Without thinking, her feet began moving on their own until she was standing right in front of Caspian, toe to toe. Raising her right hand, she gently caressed his cheek, the stubble that had grown there during their travel prickled and tickled her palm. Her fingers spread out and slowly snaked their way to the back of his head, tangling themselves into his hair, pulling him forward.
Their lips brushed across each others once, twice, before locking firmly together in a heated, passionate kiss.
Deepening the kiss, Caspian's arms wrapped around Lucy, bringing her body against his own. Thank the Lord for thin clothing, he could feel every womanly curve molded against him. A little whimper sounded in Lucy's throat as Caspian slide his hand down her back to her rear, squeezing it again the growing rod in his own pants.
She fitted perfectly, as if made distinctly for his body and his alone. He was in heaven with this woman he cared so much for.
Caspian began trailing kisses down her jaw to her ear, biting, nibbling of the soft petal like lobe. He than trailed kisses down her neck, nipping at her tender flesh.
He sighed in pleasure whispering "Susan."
The body stiffened in his arms, as Caspian felt himself being pushed away from this place of pleasure. Upon opening his eyes, he frowned in confusion as he watched Lucy walking away from him in a hurried step.
'Why was she leaving?' He thought.
She had touched him, kissed him. She started all of this and she wasn't going to stick around to finish. He knew he made his intentions clear when he grabbed her. When he took over their kiss. When he rubbed seductively against her very core. When he called her...
Susan.
His heated flesh instantly cooled. He was caressing her and had called her by her sisters' name. Hang him for the fool. No wonder she pushed him away. Basically running out of the Great Hall.
"Lucy!" He called after her as he began running towards the giant wooden doors that lead into the hall. He paused, straining to listen for any sign as to where she went. He shook his head as he tried to remember the place during the tour where Lucy said she found so much comfort.
The balcony.
The one attached to her room. Lucy had gazed out at the ocean when she told him that the sounds of the waves crashing on the beach belong brought her comfort.
Turning, he ran down the long hallway to the stone steps that curved around the trunk of a tree. Taking the steps two at a time he easily found himself on the second landing where the bedroom of the Kings and Queens were. Lucy's door was the last on the left side of the hall. A large dark wood door with a carving of the mighty Aslan with a small girl standing courageously by his side. Without a doubt, the small child was Lucy, one of the first times she came to Narnia.
Raising a hand Caspian knocked, "Lucy?"
Silence.
"Lucy, please let me in. I'm sorry." He said, the volume of his voice echoed down the stone hall sounding as if he was yelling. "Lucy, please, talk to me. I didn't mean to call you Susan. It just slipped out. Please open the door."
Caspian waited for what seemed like ages. Maybe she wasn't in her room. He hesitantly trying the knob. It was locked, so that confirmed that she was on the other side of the door.
His forehead came in contact with the smooth wood. "I'm sorry." He whispered before pushing off the door and walking slowly down the hall. Lucy wouldn't talk to him. She probably never wanted to see him again. He couldn't blame her. He was such an idiot.
"Hang me for a fool."
