Chronicles of Lucy and Caspian [ENG]

The Wrong Sister

Caspian can't say when he fell in love with Lucy. Was it when he pulled her out of the water, and he couldn't stop staring at her in shock when her warm smile greeted him? Was if after she had dried off and he could truly see her auburn hair, her blue stormy eyes and her freckled splattered cheeks?

Perhaps he fell in love with her when he realized he had fallen for the wrong sister.

He had never actually fallen for Susan…more…a passing fancy. She was beautiful. But it didn't take long for him to realize that Lucy was the one with the far more beautiful soul. She had been so young at the time, twelve years old. Of course he hadn't fancied her then.

But now, when she was this lovely young woman… how could he not begin to fancy her? No, it wasn't fancying. He had already loved her soul, her body growing to matching the beauty that her person already had shined through. So how could he not love her was the better question?

How could he not love her auburn hair, long and silky through his fingers- he had helped her braid it one night, helped her brush it when her tangled made her too frustrated, had brush against his nose when he hugged her close.

What it possible not to love her stormy blue eyes? They were bright and clear when her face was lit with joy, dark and fierce when she was filled with righteous anger. He had seen them turn almost gray when he was filled with love, relief and passion when they were all reunited after they had defeated the slave traders.

And the freckles that dusted her face…was there anything more whimsical or lovely?

Caspian loved everything about Lucy, inside and out.

Those who thought he had fallen for Susan had the wrong sister.