"This better be something important Susan, I'd rather be doing something else than waste my Spring break here."Peter placed his bags on the floor before giving Susan a half-hearted hug.

"Try waiting three hours for your stupid butt to get here!" Edmund was lounging lazily on the couch while munching on grapes he had acquired down the street. He had grown very tall since the last time they saw him. He nearly four inches taller than Peter but still had his lanky frame. Edmund on the other hand looked as if he had fun at the gym.

"Nice to meet you too, Edmund." They shared a small smile before Susan forced Peter sit down and face her.

"Something is going wrong in Narnia," she said quickly. She stopped to see their reaction but they seemed uninterested.

Susan sighed, "I talked to Aslan."

This perked them up. Edmund dropped his grapes on the plate while Peter sat up straight. Boys, what do you expect? If Lucy was here, she would've hit them on their head for not caring for Narnia.

"And?" Edmund encouraged her.

"We have to go back."

Peter jumped up, "No way, we are done, remember?"

"But it doesn't mean are not welcome there, Peter! I think…I think Lucy is there, I tried calling her but she won't pick up. Seeing as how mom is, she probably has not noticed," said Susan.

Peter groaned, "Let's say we go back, how will we?"

This stopped Susan mid track, "I don't know."

After Caspian saw her raw thighs he chastised for her doing something like that, especially over him. But soon after, he made love to her. This time Caspian was hesitating to be even an inch away from her, fearing he will anger her again.

Lucy laughed, "You do have a coronation, remember?"

Caspian groaned, closed his eyes and let his head fall back. "Sometimes, I grow weary of what is expected of me."

"You do not want to be king, Caspian?" She asked as one finger lazily traced his collarbone.

He smiled, "Come. Let's get ready. I'm sure your maid is heartbroken that all her efforts have gone to waste. Well, I wouldn't say it was wasted entirely…" He whispered something in her ear that made Lucy yell out his name in shock. However, his dismissal to her question kept nagging her. At times he seemed rather proud of whom he was, other times, Lucy could see the stress most apparent on his face.

They kept throwing each other smiles as they dressed.

Lucy turned around to allow Caspian to tie her corset. "Are you nervous?"

"Me? Nervous? Has our lovemaking made you mad?" He dropped a small kiss on her shoulder.

"I'll be right there, Caspian." She said as she pulled her dress on.

He sighed heavily, "I know you will."

Caspian suggested they go at it once more but Lucy pulled back and left the room quickly before he made her change her mind.

The coronation was beautiful. Even more elaborate than hers. She watched in anticipation as it was ending. In mere seconds, the great room was filled with thunderous clapping but all of that was muted as her King made his way towards her.

His self-made path was lined by Narnian's bowing deeply to him, she made to follow the same customs but Caspian's booming laugh stopped her.

He leaned down to her ear, "No Queen of mine shall bow down to me." He delicately wrapped his arm around hers', "Let' dine and wine!"

They sat down at the highest table; trays of fruits, vegetables, and meat were procured from an entry way Lucy has yet to spot. Her eyes sparkled at the array of food and she dug in almost immediately. She could have sworn something was added to the food for she grew very tired after finishing her second plate.

Caspian on the other hand was lively as ever and kept trying to persuade Lucy to dance with him. She was petrified when he requested. She was born with two left feet.

"No Caspian, I honestly cannot dance. I think I may have eaten too much." He casted her a disapproving look but went off anyway and quiet quickly, found a fair maiden.

Lucy knew she should be jealous but her weariness took a hold of her and she beckoned for Emily.

Her scarred face was in view in an instant. "Yes, milady?"

"Let's go to bed. I'm not feeling very well." With the help of her maid, she was guided out of the crowded room and into the deserted halls, save for several guards.

"Would you like me to call for a healer?"

"Nothing a good night's rest will not cure. I'm not a big fan of music, especially loud music," she groggily took off her dress but she screamed when suddenly she saw three figured plop down from nowhere onto her bed.

"Lucy?"

That sounded so familiar…

'It's me, Susan!"

Her maid came scurrying and when she realized who they were. She bowed to each one of them, "I'm sorry King Peter, King Edmund, and you can not be in milady's room. It is against rules."

"Oh Emily, they are my brothers! Nothing will happen and no one will know," the maid still looked unsure, "Will you give us a few minutes?"

Emily bowed then left the family to greet each other.

"What are you doing here? Who called for you?" Asked Lucy.

"…Aslan did but I'm not sure why. By the way, where are we?" Susan asked as she ran her fingers of her hand-carved desk.

Lucy was nervous now, how would her brothers and sister take the news that she was going to marry Caspian? She watched as her brothers detached themselves from her bed and started to take a look around.

"Caspian's a king now, did you know?" Lucy said, making small-talk.

Susan was the only one interested, "Good for him. I bet he's happy now, finally being able to make his father proud."

"Yes…I suppose."

Edmund looked over at her, 'Why are you here?"

"Well-"

Her door was bolted open and the King himself entered her room in an almost drunken state. "Lucy- Susan? Peter and Edmund? Why are you here? Never mind that, you're just in time for my party! Come, lots of beautiful women and wine for you lot."

Susan and Lucy glared at their brothers as they quickly ran out the room.

"Susan…it's nice to see you again."

"It's nice to see you too, King Caspian." She smiled shyly at him.

Lucy couldn't bear to even look at his face right now, behind that husky tone behind his words, his love for her reawakened. Why wouldn't it? Susan looked glorious in her floral dress; it was if she was going to a party and knowing Narnia's antics to bring them here, she was whisked away.

They briefly embraced each other before awkwardly taking note of another person in the room. "Lucy, are you alright? Are you a sick?"

Sure, the sight before her did but, "No, I was only sleepy, I didn't have enough rest last night."

"Ah," his eyes flickered back to her, "Will you come down to the party? For me?"

"I…uh, you don't mind do you Lucy? We'll catch up later." Before Lucy couldn't even mind, Susan delicately placed her hand in his and was led away.

"Goodnight," Lucy whispered to no one.

It was very late before she heard someone enter the room. Lucy didn't have to turn around to know it was Susan coming and by the smell of her, she had her fair share of wine.

"Where are the boys?" Lucy asked.

"Caspian had their rooms prepared for them." She heard clothes being thrown against the floor before the other side of bed sagged under her sister's weight. "Oh Lucy, it's good to be back. It was also great to catch up with Caspian. He's gotten more handsome, hasn't he?"

Lucy's heart racing against time, she wanted to lash out to her sister and yell that he was hers but she knew she didn't have the heart to say that. If Caspian and Susan- No, she wouldn't think of that. He loves her, she knows it, and he wouldn't break her heart like think.

"What did you two speak of?" Asked Lucy, she held her breath as she waited for her sister to respond.

Susan sighed in content, "Of what we were up to since we last met. During our whole conversation, he had this bizarre look, it was as if he likes me Lucy…oh I feel bad for George if something comes of this."

"Yes, George is a good man Susan, don't hurt him."

She felt the bed take another great turbulence as Susan sat up, "But you never liked him!"

Lucy grimaced, why can't she take a hint? "So? Well…let's talk more in the morning Susan, I'm tired. Goodnight."

Her sister was quiet and Lucy feared she was going to say more but breathed a sigh of relief when she muttered goodnight and settled into her bed.

Lucy was up before Susan that morning and that morning, the continuation of that conversation never happened.

Two weeks had gone by since her brother and sister came and on one morning Lucy decided to spend her morning in the garden tending to some of the oddest plants she's ever encountered. One was a rose with ever-changing colors, when she reached out to grab one; a magical force pulled her back.

Emily smiled and had said that these plants were being grown for medical purposes and it was forbidden by any personnel, except the healers to touch them. Lucy was entranced to reach out once more for that rose when a deep laugh pulled her out.

"That's a nasty one; it's used to cure those affected by the plague, and its allures people. It's highly dangerous to touch but by careful hands, it can be melded into a concoction."

Lucy turned sharply to right to a tall and handsome figure. "Charles!" Lucy jumped into his arms; he tentatively patted her back before settling her down.

"It's not right for a man to be seen holding the future wife of the King like that but it's very nice to see you again Miss Lucy. You're looking quite radiant."

"Oh never mind that! Where have you been Charles and why are you back?" She asked before motioning him to set on a stone bench with her.

"Right to the point, I see. Well I did some work at some ports on people with foreign diseases and it was much to my surprise when I received a letter from the King asking me to come back to court. Of course, I had to comply and I suppose your presence had something to do with it." His calloused hair softly traced her knuckles.

However, Lucy pulled her hand back not because she was uncomfortable but suspicious, "He asked you to come back? My…I can never know what's going on in the head of his. He keeps changing his mind every second, he's like Henry VIII."

Charles raised an eyebrow, "Who?"

Lucy shook her head, "forget it. Whatever the circumstances, I'm happy you're back. You'll have to meet my brothers and sister, they are here!"

Charles seemed discerned, "Are they? Hmm…" His fingers found hers yet again and they were idly tracing little circles on the back of her hand.

"Charles, please don't do this," Lucy looked up in high alert but was thankful no one was around.

He stopped, took his hand away which was tightly clenched. "Ah, I see. You've lain with him."

Lucy blushed quickly, it sounded like she had committed a crime against humanity the way he spat it out. Her silence was the answer for him and his body had gone rigid.

"You said your sister is here? Is she with him now?" He ran a hand over his face.

"I suppose- why?"

He chuckled, "That boy is playing with fire. He took you from me, laid with you, called for your sister and then demands for me to come here. Do you see it, Lucy?"