Everyone else slept, one of those nights where the fair haired girl would pace about inside her bed chambers, the moon full casted bathing her spacious room, a heavenly glow , and her face displayed the restlessness that maneuver her from every now and then.
She didn't know when it started, nor she gave much thought about it. one could say it was very sudden what she began to feel for him
...there were no warnings, it was as sudden as a brash northwind, she has come towards a realization that she can no longer act as she should be.
always fidgeting, stuttering, breaking eye contact and trying all her must to avoid embarrassment and make a fool out of herself, for when the Dark Haired boy sets his eyes on her
her whole world flips and she is placed upon a stage, an amateur actress failing miserably to meet the standard of an audience, is exactly how the valiant queen feels whenever he sets his eyes on her, or listen to her attempt to conversing, directed or addressing him in any form of way.
she could feel the heat rising from her cheeks making her whole body inert and rather sweaty.
She's not too sure if it was his eyes, it was little things at first, little things that should not even concern her, when he moves just too near she would have such a strange feeling, or when she hears his warm brass tone then she would find her eyes going from his eyes to his lips. And most definitely the exhilarating aroma and warmth of his breath graining itself upon her mind and how it would feel if he came even closer.
Yet in spite all of the things she have been feeling, the conclusion just never seem to reach, things that she thought she would like to do with someone remains a fantasy, never addressing why and who causes these feelings and yet acknowledging that the analyzed source was the dark haired boy.
It is as if she's put a foot unto the hall but not really bringing herself to take the lunge, a luminality, or so to say an inbetween. as easy as it would sound, Lucy is far too ignorant of her own desires.
Distracted from the on-going turmoil inside Cair Paravel her mind would linger in her deepest desire only in such nocturnal hour. Once she wakes she must tend to her duty as the Valiant Queen.
As the night grows shorter the Valiant Queen slowed her pacing, after awhile succumbing to lassitude her restless ambulatory activity would cease, returning to her soft feathery cushion, she sleeps for the remaining hours there is left of the night.