Susan's point of view
Five days passed, and the storm was still going strong. We were all in the Captain's courters, sitting around on the window seat. We were taking turns telling stories. Drinian bust into the room then.
"Your Highness, we're low on food supplies, the men are tired. This is the last chance to turn back." Caspian stood up, letting go of my hand, to stand in front of Drinian.
"What are you suggesting, Drinian?" He asked with a tone I'd never heard him use before.
"The sea can play dirty tricks on the crews mind, Sire." He replied curtly. Caspian didn't say anything for a moment.
"We will continue on; this storm will pass." Caspian finally decided, taking his seat next to me again.
"I just thought you might want to know that some of the crew think—," Caspian jumped back up.
"Do you mean to tell me that there is mutiny aboard our ship?" It was more of a challenge then anything. Drinian stood up straighter.
"There will be no mutiny aboard my ship," Drinian said.
"Good then; we'll continue on." Caspian finished. Drinian stood a moment longer, and then left. But, the tension lingered. Caspian sat next to me stiffly, and I took his hand. He took a deep breath, and we all sat, waiting. I realized we were all staring at him.
"Edmund, you were saying?" I shifted the attention back onto Edmund's story.
"Right!" Ed picked up enthusiastically. Caspian squeezed my hand in thanks, and then I focused on the story.
The storm lasted for fourteen days and nights. Many nights, Caspian and I slept on the sheepskin, and if we didn't sleep in there, we met in there before bed. It became our haven. Each night, Caspian would ask, "Can I ask something of you?" and I would always reply,
"Anything," And he'd start to ask one thing, to instead ask something trivial. I became so used to it, that when he asked, I always knew not to expect the real question.
That last night of the storm, he did it again. Only this time, the question that he asked was not so trivial.
"If you had to stay here with me, and leave your siblings, would you be upset?" He'd asked me a question similar to this before.
"I don't know… I doubt it. Getting to stay with you could never make me upset." He kissed my jaw and then closed his eyes. I buried my head in the crook of his neck.
"Goodnight, my love." He said, yawning. I laughed.
"Goodnight, Caspian."