Heyyy guys. So this is a repost of chapter three. Im super sorry about all the issues with it when I posted it the first time. I posted it from my phone, and it did not go so well. I will never do THAT again. :) But again, forgive me. It was a boo-boo. Sooo, enjoy. Oh and if I didn't catch all of my mistakes, Im REALLY sorry! Please notify me and I'll fix them ASAP. -Bree
The Little Queen and her King
Lucy had always been thought of as the Little Queen. The one that needed the most protecting. Even now, as she stands at the side-railing of the Dawn Treader, her long hair flowing back, and her white nightgown flapping in the breeze of the cool night, she knew that there were at least several of the night watchmen keeping an eye on her. In less than five minutes, Caspian would be notified that Lucy was strolling the ship by herself, he would slip from his bunk to find her, to protect her. He was just like Peter. Even though now her siblings understood that Lucy did not need as much protecting as she once did, they are still a bit overbearing.
"Lucy?" Caspian's voice rang from a few feet away, sleepiness still making it deep and rough. She shivered at the sound and wrapped her thin nightdress tighter to her body. "Lucy, what is it?" Caspian asked, worry creeping into his voice, coming to stand next to her. She turns away to hide the tears in her eyes, and laughs. "Nothing. It's nothing, Casp." Caspian stood silent beside her for a moment. The ships rocking was very soothing to her breaking heart. Caspian clears his throat and looks at Lucy from the side of his eye.
"Lucy, why did you stay? Why didn't you go home with Edmund and Eustace?" Lucy held her breath for a moment and thne let it escape her mouth in one giant gust. "Because, London isn't my home anymore. My family doesn't need me any longer. But neither does Narnia." Caspian laughed at that, pure mirth in his voice. "Little Lu, Narnia will always need their Little Queen." She hated that. That even now, he thought of her as Narnia's 'Little' Queen. She wasn't little. She was anything but little. She had fought battles. She had saved lives. She was not a child anymore. But she also was not a woman yet.
"What if I don't want to be the little Queen anymore, Caspian? What if I want something different?" She asks, still staring out at the black waters. She turns after a moment to look into Caspian's dark eyes. Eyes that roam over her face, looking for a clue as to what is wrong, and then her body. It's then that Lucy remembers that she is in nothing but a glorified slip. And what with the slightly salty spray of water, she knows her nightdress is now see through. "What do you want, Lu?" He asks quietly, stepping closer to the Queen. Her eyes travel from his loose fitting top to his mouth, and then his eyes. "I want you to love me." She whispers, blinking back sudden tears. When Caspian notices that fact, he pulls Lucy into the tight, strong embrace of his arms, and settles her head under his chin.
"But that's just the thing, My little Queen. I have always loved you. From the moment you stepped in front of me three years ago, and when you fought by my side. I was stupid to have thought that I loved Susan." Lucy looks up at Caspian questioningly, her cheeks stained with tears. "Why?" He pushed a piece of hair from her mouth and bends to whisper in Lucy's ear. "Because I always loved you. I was just too frightened to admit to it." Lucy looks at him oddly now, knowing very well that it takes alot to scare Caspian. "Peter would have had my head, Lu. I mean, I grew up hearing tales of the Great King Peter, and his war stories, so to have him there, and me be in love with his sister. Well. Yeah." Lucy laughs and shuts his rambling up by placing her lips on his. As he pulls away, he smiles at Lucy. "Narnia will always need their Little Queen, but I too will always need you. I love you Lu."