"Welcome back, my Prince."

"Thank you Jonathon, may I present you to my future wife? Miss Lucy Penevese," Caspian put his hand at the small of her back and pushed her forward.

Lucy smiled sadly at him. He was a short man, balding at the crown. Lucy almost took a step back when she got a good look at his eyes, one was hazel while the other a deep blue. All in all, he gave off a good vibe and Lucy felt comfortable around him. She had expected Caspian to have a brooding adviser with a crooked nose.

His adviser looked up in surprise, "My sire! You have found yourself a wife?"

"Indeed. Could you take her up to her quarters? I have some matters to attend to." Caspian turned to her and Lucy was expecting a small kiss on the cheek instead he awkwardly patted her shoulder and let her be on her way.

Her eyes narrowed at his dismissal. "I'm not marrying you."

Jonathon stopped midway from leading her away. His multi-colored eyes watched the two of them with interest. He quickly shook his head and brought his attention back on his task, getting Miss Penevese away from here, but she was a resistant sort and kept her ground.

Caspian laughed heartily while turning around, "You think a mere girl is going to able to decide the fate of my kingdom?"

"Don't forget I am Queen Lucy." Caspian laughed again.

"You were a Queen but no longer. My coronation is tomorrow, our wedding in two weeks then you can reclaim your title but for now, you are just Lucy, my to-be bride." He sighed as he noticed Lucy's quivering lips. He wanted her to lash out and put him in his place but she took it respectively as if she was broken. He kept reminding himself she was not Susan. Susan would step in front of him and giving him a hard slap; Lucy on the other hand, put her head down and followed his adviser.

His eyes strayed from the back of her head down to her backside. Her choice of dress did a marvelous job accentuating her hips, she innocently sashayed her hips as she went up the path to the castle and a deep burning desire came about. He had seen her expectancy for a kiss just before but he brushed her off by patting her shoulder, his heart broke as her face fell. He refused to let his heart open again for a girl, Susan devastated him and this was her sister, how different could they be?

Lucy walked behind the adviser with her head hung. Caspian was nothing but downright cruel yet she wanted him to like her, perhaps not as a lover but as a friend. However, every time he opened his mouth Lucy was pushed further and further away.

"I hope you find your bedroom to your liking, this used to be the late Queens, may her soul rest in peace, room. She had designed it while she was a bride to-be before she moved out to the kings room, she claimed it was to be for her daughter-in-law." His eyes sparkled as he reminisced."I will take the liberty to find you your personal maid and if you need to, I will take charge of any changes in your room if you happen to not like it- "

As they reached her room, Lucy decided to stop him, "Thank you sir, but I think I'll rest for now."

"But of course mi 'lady." He bowed down respectively and hurried away to Caspian.

Lucy sighed and closed the doors behind her but just as she was doing that, two guards were at her, bowing to her and taking the doors from her. She heard the doors click shut and locked from the outside. The whole trip up the room was a blur, she could not sleep at all last night and the bed across the room looked exquisite. She half ran to it and let herself fall into it.

Three hours passed by before she woke from her nap. Depressed as she was, she lazed on her bed with her arms underneath her head. A deep ache in her chest wanted her to scream so loud that will shake the universe but all she could manage was a few tears.

She made up her mind several minutes later. She was going to leave and nothing will change her mind. As soon as the palace drifts into a slumber, she would gather her skirts and run as far as she could. She has friends in the woods perhaps they could help her way back to London. She smiled as she thought of a reunion with her brother and sisters.

A soft knock on her doors made her jump up in anticipation. Her small feet found the cold floor and she made her way towards them. She ran a hand through her matted hair and wiped her tears away. When she opened the doors and bowing Jonathon was in front of her. Next to him was a small girl. She couldn't be less than two years younger than Lucy but what shocked when she the ugly burn on her face. It traveled from the crown of her hair on left side of her face, down to her neck. To anyone else she may seem ugly and disfigured but Lucy found her to be beautiful. Behind that ugly scary, Lucy could see she was once beautiful with honey eyes framed by dark lashes and shortly cropped hair that gave her an appearance of a pixie.

"Milady, as I said before, I will find you a maid, this is Emily from the village."

"Hello Emily. Jonathon, you don't need to bow down!"

Jonathon looked up at her in surprise, "But I must!"

Lucy could already see the judgment behind his eyes, that she was a common girl and what was his master thinking taking her as his bride. Yet again there was another problem she'd have to deal with if she was to marry Caspian. The cons list seemed to be getting longer and longer.

Lucy pinched the bridge of her nose in distress, "Alright, you may leave."

Jonathon seemed relieve that she had taken that approach, wanting to get away from her as soon as possible, he pushed Emily into the room and said his goodbyes. Lucy, already familiar to the rules of the palace, waited until the guards closed the doors behind.

"Emily?" Lucy reached out but she scooted back and bumped into a vase.

Emily quickly turned around grabbed it and set it back up on its pedestal and threw several sorry's her way.

Lucy waved it off, "It's alright. My name is Lucy by the way; you don't have to address me with any titles."

"No ma'am, I must address you as so, I will be punished if I do not…," she shifted her as she drifted off, "…uh milady, what do you wish for supper?"

Lucy was disappointed by her lack of friendliness, "A sandwich?"

The girl was confused. Lucy sighed, "Soup, I suppose."

"Yes, milady." She bowed then left.

Lucy longed to be back in London with the busy streets and the small tea shops at every corner. She would do anything to see Peter, Susan, and Edmund. Even though they weren't like they were before, they all had gone their different ways. Peter was at an American university studying medicine, Edmund just started college studying Archeology, Susan was living a nice life in a cozy flat with her fiancée underneath her clothing shop. Lucy still lived with her mother in the small home they had to rebuild after the blitzkrieg, Lucy felt ashamed she had not thought of her mother as much as she should. She was a kind woman who seemed a little shell-shocked since the war.

She paced the room, wincing in pain as her foot made contact with the bed post. She sat on the edge of the bed nursing her foot then caught sight of the full moon. They sky looked much more beautiful here than London, all the lights erased the canvass of stars. It was as if Lucy could reach out and grab them. Lucy found herself humming a tune her mother would sing whenever she was in a good mood. She finally noticed her quarters; it was very large and elaborately done. A dark blue was beautifully contrasted with woven gold silk. A large golden moon was patched on the bedspread. Lucy ran her hands over it and marveled at its craftsmanship.

"Milady?" Then Emily knocked.

"Come in."

Her doors were opened by the guards as Emily came in pushing a cart full of food. Lucy's mouth watered and her stomach gurgled at the sight of it; she never realized how hungry she truly was. There was no sense in starving herself if she was to carry out her plan.

"This is simply too much!" Lucy said but she was already reaching for a plate.

"Please Madame, let me." Emily seemed at peace as she scooped all the food on the plate carefully. She took her time smelling each dish before delicately placing it on the plate.

"Do you want to eat too?" Lucy asked out of curiosity.

Emily smiled shyly, "No Madame, I just love is all."

It dawned on Lucy, "You like to cook?"

Emily didn't respond.

"If it is true, then you will have to simply cook for me one day!"

Emily said nothing yet again but the simple nod was easily deciphered as excitement even though she did not show it. Lucy finished her meal in record time, she could not believe food could taste that good. She almost started to lick her plate before she saw the look on Emily's face. She gave it to the pixie-like girl and thanked her for the meal.

"Goodnight Madame, my sleeping quarters are next door, I will hear if you call."

"Thank you Emily."

The girl bowed and left Lucy in her dark room. Lucy lay down on the bed, loosening the waist of her dress just a little to allow room for her expanded belly. She looked out her terrace and started to count the stars to let time pass by.

"1…2….3..."

"100…101…102…"

"445…446….447…"

"899…900…901…"

Lucy stopped whispered and listened to the palace, it was eerily quiet. Lucy got off her bed searching for her shoes, she found them almost instantly and put them on. She was sure the guards were still in front of her door. Lucy rolled her eyes as she realized what had to do. She quietly grabbed the sheets and dresses placed in her dresser and tied together.

"Here goes nothing…" She tossed the rope of clothes down her terrace and checked its hold. She had tied the other end to her bed posts. By this time her heart was beating so fast she thought everyone in the castle could hear it. Her hands shook as she grabbed the rope.

Emily almost squealed as she saw what her lady was doing. A see-through mirror was always placed in the personal servant's quarters to allow them to have a careful watch over them. This was the time they came in handy. Emily gathered her skirts as she ran down the hallway towards Prince Caspian's quarters. She was pushed back violently by the guards who had their spears crossed in front of them.

"I need to speak with the Prince, his bride is running away."

Caspian disallowed his guards and Lucy's servant to come with him. His heart was pounding, his hands sweating as he heard the news. How dare that ungrateful girl try to run away and leave him like a damn rule? Damn that Penevese family! Oh when he got his hands on her he will grab her by her hair…and God knows what will happen. Never has Caspian been this angry, he would not be made a mockery by a mere girl.

His boots clicked against the marble flooring of the palace as he half-ran and walked towards her room. His fists were clenched as he reached her doors, her guards made a move to cross him but as soon as they realized whom they were dealing with, they dropped to the floor, bowing.

"Don't disturb us."

Lucy was getting ready to put her foot over the terrace when she heard her doors open. Her breath hitched as she saw a livid Caspian barged in. The door was shut forcefully after him and Lucy muffled a scream as he ran to her.

"Oh no you don't!" As if he was foaming at the mouth, he pulled her arm hard and brought her back into the room.

"No! Let me go!" Lucy struggled against him as he held her tightly against his body. She wasn't going to stay, if she had to fight Caspian, so be it. She did the one thing she was taught by Susan to ward off anyone, she kicked him in his groin. It made him loosen his grip slightly but it wasn't enough for Lucy to free herself.

"You stupid bitch!" He made to slap her but as he flustered face looked up at him another swarm of emotions took over him. Her lips were reddened and cheeks tinted with crimson, her eyes sparkling and it was as if Caspian could almost smell the adrenaline coursing through her. Her hair was untamed and in disarray around her, her chest was breathing heavily and Caspian shook as he felt every toss and turn of the curves of her body against his.

He twisted her arms a little and she emitted a small groan that was all it took for Caspian to crash his lips down on hers. Lucy was fighting him but she couldn't ignore the small part of her brain telling her this felt right. Caspian moaned in pleasure as her free arm found his chest and tried to push him off her. He parted from her and grabbed pale hand, placing a kiss on her wrist.

"You want this," he said.

"No I do not, you- ah!" Caspian pushed her on the bed, Lucy made to turn away and run towards the door put Caspian quickly pushed her back down and wrapped his legs around her waist. She tossing and turning to avoid contact as Caspian once more grabbed her lips. This time it was softer and passionate but the damn girl still didn't give in. He pushed away little while flirtatiously running his tongue over her bottom lip. He hooked his fingers around the edges of her dress and ripped it apart. It fell away at is seams and Lucy squealed as her body was completely exposed to him. She had not opted to wear any undergarments seeing as it was such a hot day.

His lips felt her lips and traveled down her neck, dropping a kiss here and there. Lucy reached out to smack his head but instead she ran her fingers through his hair. Unexpectedly, Lucy arched against him as kissed her breast.

That was the breaking point for Caspian, amidst they passionate kisses, Caspian had removed his pants. He grabbed her swollen lips once more while doing so, his hands inched down to her pale thighs and calf's…he roughly grabbed them….pulled her body towards him.

He put his mouth next to her ear. He was very aware of her desire for him, his lips curved in excitement, "I'll be gentle."

Lucy shut her eyes in anticipation and felt Caspian place more kisses down her small waist, he lecherously stroked in between her thighs…pulled her even closer…position himself…then Lucy let out a small scream.