Lucy's heart was hammering against her heart as Charles lightly trailed a finger down the back of her neck. That was the least of her problems; he had asked her something that made her stomach do somersaults. He asked her to leave with him. What was even more nerve-wracking was that he was asking this right in the middle of dinner! It was a good thing it was so loud and festive otherwise she did not know what would've happened if Caspian got wind of it. He on the other hand was having a merry time taking to Peter and Edmund but Lucy could see his eyes were on Susan the whole night. Susan was not even paying attention, she was immersed in a conversation with a man she whose name she could not recall.

His eyes were clouded with lust and by just looking at them, Lucy feeling a little hot herself. He looked exceptionally handsome today. He had dressed himself in silver and light blue tunic which perfectly outlined his toned body and on his sheath he had the sword which every male was envious of in the room. It had been a while since Caspian came to her room and at nights she had to resolve to pleasure herself, images of Caspian blanketed her mind while she did so and she was able to find her release quickly. Sometimes, she would cry, other times she would giggle like a school girl but it made her feel complete.

At Lucy's request, Susan was given her own room; she could not take having another conversation of Caspian with her again. It was a beautiful night all in all; the moon was brighter than ever and tomorrow was her wedding to Caspian. Every time she thought of it, she wanted to cry to her heart's content. God knows she loved him but she wished she could say the same for him. It shocked her that she continued to blame Susan for her misfortune, with her beauty and her coming here, it made here mad enough to just cast her back to London.

"I'll wait for your response." Was all he said as the dinner ended and they all got up to go to their respectful rooms.

Caspian walked towards her holding out his arm, "How are you feeling Lucy?"

They passed Susan arm by arm and Susan casted her a spiteful smirk. Susan did not take the news lightly when she told her that they were getting married. She first threw a hissy fit, claiming Lucy was a whore and stole him from her but then calmed down and apologized and offered to be her maid of honor. Lucy almost believed her. Almost.

"I little nervous, and you?" He seemed far away from their conversation.

"I'm fine."

It didn't take long for them to reach her rooms, he gave her a small kiss on the cheek and wished her a goodnight and departed. She watched him until he was out of sight then rushed into her room, calling out for Emily.

"Emily, do I have any…erm, lingerie?"

Emily smiled and nodded, "Of course milady, I'll get the essential oils too."

Lucy and Emily spent a good two hours playing a card game until they were quite sure everyone in the castle was fast asleep. Lucy dropped her dressed and slid into the pink slip, Emily dabbed a bit of lavender on her neck then draped a crème colored robe around her mistress then led her to the doorway of her room. The guards were elsewhere (she had to let Caspian know of the loose security,) and with quick 'thank you,' to Emily, she made her way to Caspian's room.

The guards bent their head in acknowledgment and opened the doors for her. She entered slowly and waited until they closed the doors behind her before she scanned his majestic room for him. She spotted him in bed; she could hear his light snores.

She took a deep breath before approaching him.

"Caspian?" He stirred and lazily opened one eye, he quickly sat up when he realized it was her.

"Lucy? Is everything alright?" He reached out for his sword.

"Everything is fine Caspian, I-I've just missed you." She let the robe fall shortly after her.

She could see his eyes darken, he was breathing very heavily as she crashed her lips down on his. She was eager to please him, the urgency of her kiss didn't go unnoticed, and it was as if she wanted him to reciprocate her love through their kiss. She ran a hand down his chest but a strong hand gripped her wrist.

He pulled back and muttered in a dark tone, "What are you doing?"

Lucy was flabbergasted, "I was just-"

"Goodnight, Lucy. Remove that disgusting piece of clothing; this is unbecoming of a Queen."

Lucy stared in horror, "Is it Susan?"

Caspian grunted, "Don't be ridiculous."

She pointed an accusing finger at him, "Don't lie to me! I see the way- oh for goodness sake; everyone can see the way you look at her. Do you understand how embarrassing it is to see you act like this?"

He sat up sharply, not caring the sheets fell dangerously below his waist. "I can look any way I want at anyone. You've forgotten I'm King. There's no embarrassment in what I do."

"I love you so much Caspian that it hurts. I've given everything to you, I have nothing else! So why are you destroying me like this?

Caspian snorted, "You're being rather dramatic. Destroying you? I'm giving you the perfect life. You're going to be Queen, riches beyond your wildest dreams, and fashion, and bloody everything, damn it!"

Lucy shivered against the cold, "I was Queen once Caspian, this is nothing new, I don't need anything! All I want is happiness and lo-"

But he interrupted her, "What? Love? Let's be reasonable, there is no love, just lust and that's what you were. I wanted you and now I have you. There's nothing deeper."

She took a step back, "You're lying."

"Am I?" He stared intently into her eyes, never wavering.

"You could've let me be with Charles…"

Caspian stood up in fury, "Damn it! Again with Charles? Did you know he killed his wife? That's right. Don't shake your head, it's the truth. She was with child, even from the beginning of her pregnancy she became violently ill, it was known that if she were to continue to carry the child, she'd die. But your dear Charles was so desperate for an heir; he denied getting rid of it even though he had the proper materials to do so. Not only did she die but so did their child. You could say he killed two people and that's who you wanted to be with? A murderer?"

"And would you get rid of your child Caspian? Is your love that low that you wouldn't even take a chance?"

An eerie silence passed over them, and then he spoke, "You-You're with child?"

"No! Thank goodness I'm not! I would never have a child with likes of you! Your bastard would be the epitome of evil!"

Caspian reached over for his sword.

Lucy eyes widened in astonishment, "You wouldn't."

"Get out of my sight."

Lucy was frozen. "NOW!"

Lucy threw the robes on while dashing out of the room. It wasn't until she reached her rooms that she let out a strangled cry. Admits her tears she could she Emily in the shadows watching.

"I want all my clothes packed. I'm leaving tonight."

She expected Emily to protest but she only nodded a started to do precisely what she asked for. "That bastard. I hope he rots in hell."

It shocked Lucy that Emily said that but she did not deny it and try to defend his honor. How dare he say she was unbecoming for a Queen? After the spectacle he caused on his ship! Lucy had a half a mind to knock some sense in him but she needed to leave as soon as possible. Tomorrow was the wedding, she sadly looked up at the beautiful wedding dress hanging on the rail. It was the most beautiful thing she had laid her eyes on. It even had pearls and diamonds sewn into the bodice and against the moonlight, it glowed like a halo. It saddened her she would not be able to wear it, perhaps Susan can find some use with it.

"I'm ready milady."

Emily was standing with two pieces of luggage; it looked as if she had packed her own things as well. Lucy understood, if Emily stayed behind, then she would be punished for letting her leave.

It was very easy to sneak out of the castle, in ten minutes; they were both standing on the dock.

"Where is he? He said to be here by four in the morning." Lucy looked over at Emily, "Are you sure you want to do this? We still have time."

Emily smiled, "My place is with you milady."

Lucy shook her head, "No more milady's, you can call me Alexandria, or Alex for short. What would you like to be called?"

Emily didn't respond for quite awhile. Lucy thought it was because what they had to give up was finally sinking in. Suddenly a tall figure approached them.

"Is that you Charles?"

Charles pulled her in for a hug, "Yes it is I. Who is this?"

"This is- "

Emily stepped forward, "Rebecca Smith."

Lucy smiled softly at her, "And I'm Alexandria Meriwether."

Understanding dawned on Charles. "Ah. Clever girls. Let's get going. It going to sail soon."

Both Emily and Charles grabbed their luggage and hauled them off to the ship but Lucy turned around for one last look at the exquisite castle. Who knew such a grand home could possess such hatred? A few tears rolled down her face as she said her silent goodbyes then wiped them hastily when Charles called for her.

"I'm coming!"

The voyage to a minimum of seven days. Seven horrible days filled with seasickness and a terrible storm. It was as if Narnia was telling them it was wrong for her to leave, it took all of her self-control to not ask Charles to turn back around. Every time she thought of it, Caspian's angry face came in mind and she felt herself go weak in the knees. She missed him. Oh God, how she missed him! She would give anything to run her hand through his brown locks, anything to hear him whisper he loved her, even though she was positive he was speaking about Susan.

However, she was sure as she stood there thinking about her love for him, he was shagging Susan and finally having what he always wanted. Large hands came around her and settled upon her waist.

"Are you alright?"

Lucy smiled, "Quite." She gently tapped his hands and turned around, "Do we have any more bread and cheese? I've this insatiable appetite for them."

Caspian slouched against his throne as his advisors scurried around with maps about an invading force from the north consisting of betrayers of Narnia. He clenched his fist tightly around the quill and snapped it in half. He ran a frustrated hand through his hair and stood up.

"Enough about the invaders. Gather all willing soldiers for war and prep them." He clasped his hands behind his back as he stared out the window. Susan was currently walking in the gardens. All of the guards were having a hard time not to stare at her. It was true, Susan was exceptionally beautiful and she was radiating in a red dress.

He turned back to his council, "Well didn't I tell you to get them ready? Go now!"

Several of them ran out of the room faster than mice. Now only Jonathon and he were left in the room. Caspian casually looked at the rare books to his side.

"Any news?" He whispered.

Jonathon opened his large journal, "None your majesty. We are wo-"

"WORK HARDER!"

Jonathon was quiet as he let his master recollect himself. Caspian had placed his hands on the desk with his head hunched over. He was taking deep breaths, trying to relax himself. He's been having a bouts of angry outbursts, his people have been fearing him yet again and what was more unsettling, he had begun drinking.

"Oh she's so beautiful Jonathon. She had the palest skin but smoothest. She feels like silk. I want to hold her again, I want to smell her again…you better not be imagining this Jonathon or I'll kill you."

His servant bowed obediently. "I only listen."

Caspian nodded, "Good. Find her before I turn Narnia upside down."