Chapter 10

It was their third night at sea when the trouble between Caspian and Lucy began. Sun set was nearly over, and Lucy was on deck practicing her sword fighting with the men. Although she knew that the men where being gentle and going easy as to not harm her, Lucy hoped they would put a little effort in their training. The Pirates where certainly not going to battle lightly on her.

Caspian, in nothing but his britches and knee high boots, gently nudged her opponent to the side. Grinning that heart stopping smile as he pulled his sword from its sheath. They circled each other within the opened space the gathering men had left for them. Lucy held her sword out in front of her with steady hands. Caspian, however, teased swinging wide circled to his left and right as he watched his prey.

He lunged forward with all his strength. Lucy was quick on her toes and side stepped his advance. Soon their steal clanged together in battled as they danced across the wooden deck. In the end Caspian scored three points to Lucy's ten.

Later after her bath, Lucy stood in the moonlight allowing her hair to dry with the gentle breeze. Caspian came up beside her leaning on the railing. He stood so close that their arms brushed against each other with the rocking of the ship.

"You did well today." Caspian praised.

"Edward is an excellent teacher."

"Or you were the excellent student."

Lucy smiled. "What lead you to Ulisia." She blurted out. It was time like these that Lucy wished she had a filter for her mouth. When Caspian remained silent Lucy rushed to fix her mistake. "You don't have to answer. I really do not wish to know."

"I needed a Queen, my advisors are restless on the topic. Lady Ulisia was the only one of the appropriate age. I've also put off the task for months. Using your castle renovations as one of my main reasons I wanted to wait." He sighed and looked at the stars. "I guess I still had hoped that your sister would return." He turned to look into her eyes, "And then you showed up. I must admit you took my breath away. I thought I was seeing a ghost, or a memory. I never imagined that you would turn out the way you did. You are a beautiful woman, Lucy, with a kind heart and a pure soul."

Lucy was unaware of how close they had become. It wasn't until Caspian pressed his lips to her that she understood. The kiss was passionate, yearning and begging for more. When Lucy felt Caspians' tongue seeking entrance she gladly opened for him. Consume by the feel of his mighty tongue battling with hers.

Caspian moved to her neck whispering words of romance. When he nibbled on her ear he tugged, "I care for you," he moved back to her neck. "Susan."

Lucy flinched away before she turned and walked back into her room bolting both doors from him.

Caspian stood on deck punching the main mass until it splinted and his knuckles bled. He had done it again. When will he learn that Lucy is not Susan? He knew it in his mind, yet in the mist of passion that fact abandoned him.

In the days that followed every the crew were treading lightly on their toes around the King and Queen. The tension between the two was so tense that not even an ax could cut it. Caspian's mood plunged into the depths of Davy Jones at Lucy's silence. When ever he tried to engage her into a conversation he only received brisk nods. What angered him more was the fact that Lucy refused to even look at him. Her head remained down casted at her feet or her hands. Yes, Caspian knew he messed everything up. His only thought was...

How was he going to correct it?