This is the tale of a journey that takes Luna not only to discover the world beyond Narnia's borders; she will find a purpose that goes deeper than protecting her king.
» That's why. I can't protect you the way I should... « As she looks into his ey...
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The Crown Shield has done the work for the day and looks forward to a quiet evening with her king. She would hardly admit it, but she is thankful for that retreat – which makes her almost feel old and fragile. Usually, they would both work late and rise early. Now, she is exhausted from being around all day. Though, she is forbidden to begin exercising yet. Fana says, the wound may have healed to little more than a scar – thanks to Lucy's Healing Cordial – but she wants her patient to take it easy still. Just to be certain. The older woman often sends Novice Tary to check on the warrior and bring her herbal tea and ointment for the back and stomach wounds. Jon thinks, Luna being up and around is good, but he has Elrik report to him now and then about their lassie's condition. Something, Elrik did blab to Luna first thing – since the wars the two decided that having secrets from comrades is only semi-optimal. Cas has taken it surprisingly well, even supporting her decision of taking charge again. Luna also told him of her idea to take this time to train someone of the Originals as her successor.
In his private study – not the stately room but a cosy space within the king's quarters – she finds him buried in books and maps and other parchments. Luna smiles as she leans in the doorway, arms crossed loosely in front of her. She watches him read, a finger following the line like he does when concentrated or tired, then turning to his notebook to scribble a few notes. She hesitates to announce her presence, she certainly doesn't want to disturb him. There is no need. As if sensing her, Cas looks up – directly towards the door. He halts, straightening from where he was hunched over his readings. With a bright smile he rises, quickly abandoning the feather and closing the ink.
» And here I thought I was supposed to pick you up, « he walks over. Luna pushes away from the door frame, placing her hands on his shoulders as he kisses her cheek. He makes a show of looking over her shoulder, » Is Rhea chasing you again? « Without thinking, Luna glances back as well. They both laugh at their silliness.
» She did, « the Crown Shield grins sheepishly, » But you know, Fana forbad running. So, I walked here. Quickly. « He equals her grin, chuckling. Rhea really did chase her. After freshening up, the maid insisted Luna wear a dress for dinner with the king. Luna was not thrilled but obliged, beginning to like, no, come to terms with a more ladylike wardrobe – something she wouldn't yet admit either, but Rhea and Valess probably know anyway. She only escaped when her friend opened the box with face paint – as Luna likes to call it. She is fine with painting her lips a little but draws a line at the coal many women use around their eyes – well, better said, she does not draw the line as Elrik certainly would point out. Now, here she is, clad in an orange gown. Simple, yet clearly belonging to someone living in a castle. Cas' eyes glimmer as he looks at her appraisingly – but knows better than to comment. He knows she has been feeling like a fish out of water in such an attire, though he cannot help but stare a moment.
» Well then, shall we? « Offering his arm, he leads her over into the small dining room. Well, small measured against the other dining rooms in the palace. Though they have been here together a hundred times before, this feels different. Luna can't put her finger on it.
