𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐃 | ❝Hope is good, Hope will never disgrace, but make no mistake, Hope will hit you in the face!❞
In which the Just King becomes betrothed to a princess from a neighboring kingdom, only to fall in love with the prin...
WALKING IN THE WIND v. SEA SHANTIES AND KIDNAPPINGS
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"DON'T BE DAFT, HOPE," Odette said as she forced Lucy by her shoulders into a chair in their private quarters. There were only two bedrooms for the rulers on the Dawn Treader, one for the Queens to share, the other for Caspian (though that would likely change now that Lucy and Edmund were back). "Those are far too large for her."
"She's not a little girl anymore, you acorn," Hope replied as she laid out a set of clothes for the Valiant Queen. "It's not like we have many options anyway. These will do perfectly."
Odette glided a brush through Lucy's chestnut hair. "If I had it my way, the entire crew would be in corsets and gowns, with matching gloves," said Odette. She gathered Lucy's hair into a side-lying ponytail.
"Yes, and they would anchor them all the way to the bottom of the sea when they fail to help them float," Hope retorted. "At least trousers are easier to move around in."
"I'm amazed you weren't born a man," Odette scoffed, making a grimace at Lucy in the mirror.
Lucy giggled. "It's alright, Hope. I agree with you. Trousers are far more practical," she said, "though I suppose they aren't very womanly."
Hope shook her head, sitting beside Lucy. She cupped her chin in her hands. "Oh, with a face like that, you could wear a potato sack and be the fairest in all the seas. Don't you agree, Ode?"
"Ha-ha," Lucy sarcastically said. "If only you could see Susan. I'm sure America's made her even more of a doll than she already is."
Odette's face brightened into a pink. "...Is that so?"
Hope snickered. "Is that so?"
"Shut up! Go kiss your stupid husband for all I care." Odette pretended to melt, squeezing Lucy between them on the small bench. "Oh, Edmund, is it really you?"
It was Hope's turn to blush madly. "You're just jealous you didn't fish the Gentle Queen out of the sea instead."
"My lady is too graceful to be fished," Odette boasted. "She would've climbed up the ship without any help — certainly not a man's help!"
Hope tossed the damp towel at her, cackling. "My lady, is it?"
"Enough of you!" Odette groaned.
Between them, Lucy just laughed and laughed. After being stuck with her brother and cousin for so long, she'd forgotten how nice it was, the comfort of having a sister (or in this case, sisters) by her side.
