The Naiad and Her King

Chapter 10

The Naiad Trilogy

Part 2: The Naiad and Her King

Chapter 10

Her lips melded perfectly with his own in a synchronized art. His brain could not fathom how something as simple as lips could stir him so. They were soft and supple, velvety smooth and sweeter than the sweetest fruit. And they were driving him wild. The thoughts they made run through his head were hardly appropriate, but he could not seem to stop them.

He playfully nibbled on her bottom lip and she giggled, causing his heart to race wildly. His lips moved from hers to taste the tempting skin of her throat. She let out a gasp of pleasure and a soft moan.

"Oh Caspian..."

"Caspian..."

Suddenly a voice drew Caspian from his thoughts. The young king shook his head and looked up at the Lord Drinian who was waiting for a response to a question he just asked.

"Yes Captain?" he asked, trying to sound normal; the hitch in his voice proved failure.

"I said, was there anything else Lord Bern told you about the mist?" Drinian asked.

"No, he told us all he knew, and I have relayed it all to you."

The mist, the green mist to be precise, was an odd phenomenon that Caspian and Edmund had witnessed from their cell on the Lone Islands. The two kings had watched in horror as two long boats packed with Islanders were sent out to sea only to vanish amongst a cloud of green mist. Lord Bern had explained to them how the Islanders were being sacrificed to the mist if they were not bought as slaves. Upon first hearing of the mist, that originated from the far east, the Seven Lords made a pact to find its source and destroy it. Six of the Lords set sail from Narrowhaven; only Bern remained behind to look after the Islanders.

Now, the Dawn Treader was following the path of the Six Lords. The Narnians were two days sailing from Narrowhaven, and the sun had just reached the edge of the western horizon. Caspian, Drinian, and Edmund were in the Map Room trying to chart their course as best they could. Drinian and the sailors had spent much of their time at Narrowhaven speaking with other sailors, hoping that some could tell them what lay beyond, but none knew.

"And how is the Princess doing?" Drinian asked, changing the subject. "We have not seen much of her since we left port."

Caspian paused; he didn't really know what to say. Ava had been avoiding him, and creating distance between them. She had hardly spoken to him since their kiss.

"She is shaken from the events that transpired at Narrowhaven. I have not seen her this reclusive since she was a servant in my uncle's castle. But I know she will pull through."

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When she closed her eyes and licked her lips, she could almost taste his kiss as his lips moved with hers. When she closed her eyes and inhaled deeply, she could almost smell the salty air that lingered on his skin as he held her close. When she closed her eyes and combed her fingers through her hair, she could almost feel his hands tangling in her locks.

Ava sighed longingly.

"Ava? Are you all right?" Lucy asked softly. Ava opened her eyes. She was lying on the soft velveteen blanket of the bed she shared with Lucy in the State Room. She was not where she wanted to be: in Caspian's embrace.

"I'm fine, Lucy," she lied. "Why do you ask?"

"Oh, I suppose I was just curious because you've sighed like that... maybe ten, fifteen times in the last five minutes."