The High Queen's Caretaker (Caspian x Reader)

CHAPTER 1

 Lucy Pevensie is a frail old woman with no husband and no children of her own. What she did have however were nephews, grand-nephews, and a humungous net worth due to the giant success of her books "The Pevensies in Narnia". The world ate up her stories of talking lions, armies, kings, and queens of old. To the rest of the world, her books seemed to be just that – stories. Oh, but they were so much more. They were her real memories that she wrote down to cherish forever.

Her caretaker, Y/N, was a nice woman. She's been taking care of her for seven years. She was kind, honest, bright, and young - only in her late twenties. When Lucy was in that age, she was writing her books as well as living the life a typical adult woman would live in her time; going to work, going out with her friends, savoring her freedom without a husband. She often wondered why Y/N wasn't out in the world, frolicking with friends, instead, she was looking after a lonely old lady. Y/N's response was the same whenever Lucy asked why: "I think I've had my share of living wild and free".

Lucy was fond of Y/N, and she was sure that the feeling was mutual. Y/N was different from the other caretakers. She was taking care of her because it was her job and she liked it, unlike others who took the job just to say 'I'm Madame Lucy Pevensie's caretaker'. Being a personal caretaker is hard mind you. It's a job where you have to be alert 24/7. Even though Lucy does say that Y/N can go out and have a day off, Y/N spends her days off buying groceries for the both of them and then returning immediately. When Lucy wants to talk, Y/N sits, listens, and pays attention, not one drop of patronizing in the air, except when she would argue "Narnia is real, girl, I tell you. It's not this dementia nonsense", and Y/N would then sigh and reply "Whatever you say, Lucy".

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Lucy was watching The Voyage of The Dawn Treader again. Y/N was cooking in the kitchen, one earphone in so she could still hear everything that happened in the living room. The songs were being played on shuffle. She had hundreds of songs on her phone. There were old songs, new songs, rap songs, and songs she hears from movies. Y/N and Lucy bonded over the motions pictures. Lucy had a very sharp mind that she would comment on the movie like a critic as they watched it. It was easy to forget that she was diagnosed with dementia until she would talk on and on about Narnia as if she was sitting on the sandy beaches of the world she wrote, and then get angry when Y/N would just agree with her out of pity.

Y/N grew up in an orphanage that gave the children basic needs, yes, but real parenting figures weren't present; only instructors, wardens, and housekeepers who pride themselves on how good they sheltered the kids. The moment Y/N got out of that orphanage, she vowed to enjoy her life in her twisted perception of 'adult life'. She jumped from job to job just to spend her cheque in clubs, drinking, and other adult enjoyments. She was young and naïve, having been sheltered by an orphanage, she had no real life lessons. She learned what true adult life meant the hard way. Once she decided to pull herself together, she enrolled in a caretaker training program and eventually became Lucy Pevensie's caretaker.

Lucy was the first person Y/N saw as family. She's grown attached to her, being her caretaker for seven years. When Lucy's dementia would hit, she would talk about Narnia, how the beaches were all beautiful, how vast the seas were, how she and her siblings were the kings and queens, and how time stopped in the real world when they entered Narnia. But that's just it, this world was real and Narnia was fiction. Sometimes, Lucy would drone on and on until she sleeps. Sometimes she would try to fight Y/N until she weeps because Y/N was a stupid liar and Lucy can clearly see through her patronizing gaze. It was very seldom that Y/N would genuinely be curious of the cultures and creatures of the fictional world, and those were the times that she would indulge in all the stories old Miss Lucy would tell.

Right now, Y/N was serving their dinner on the living room table. Lucy didn't want to eat in the dining room when she was watching something on the telly. She also refused to be spoon-fed, "Just guide my hand, love", is what she would say. So there they were, sitting across the T.V., slowly eating.