Chronicles of Lucy and Caspian [ENG]

Make My Happiness and I Will Make Yours

Lucy took off her shoes and waded ankle-deep into the sea. She took a calming breath…and then another. The ball for the visiting Lord Byron had been going so well…until he asked for her hand. He claimed he loved her from afar for most of his life. Lucy should have been flattered…but she wasn't. She didn't love Lord Byron.

Sure, it would be a fine political match. And he seemed intelligent and handsome enough. But she could never marry without love. She had simply stated she would consider it- she didn't want to be rude, she had no reason other than not loving him- and had run off very quickly. She had bummed into Edmund, who looked worried when he saw her, but she waved him off and kept running. She had expected him to follow her or send Peter, but he didn't.

She supposed she could come to love him- perhaps if he courted her first. But she didn't want to court him. Not when her heart ached for another. That wasn't fair to Lord Byron. He was a decent man who deserved a wife whose passion was for him, not a golden-eyed king.

Lucy sat down in the waves, ignoring the chill of the water. She felt numb and cold. It was only logical to either follow her heart and act on her feelings, or dismiss them and try to have a life with a man who claimed to love her. But she wasn't brave enough to do either- she couldn't act on her love, but she couldn't let it go either.

"Lucy, you'll ruin your gown." A deep voice called. Lucy let the sound wash over her as her heart sped up. "I except the ball will be over soon, so it doesn't matter much anymore. Does it Caspian?"

She felt him approach and goose bumps erupted across the back of her neck. She was splashed a bit when he sat down beside her. "Wha-?"

"You're right." Caspian shrugged, "It doesn't much matter anymore." He offered her a cocky smile; she returned it and also splashed him. He pushed the water back and before they knew it, they were at war, firing at each other with wave after wave of water. Then Caspian grabbed her over his shoulder and threw her down gently into the waves. She knocked out his knees and next thing that registered in either of their minds was being soaked wet with Lucy pinning Caspian down on his back in the tide.

He freed one of his hands to brush some of her stray hair back. "Say no."

Lucy blinked and pulled her hands away from him, sitting back on her ankles. "What?"

Caspian sat up and grabbed her hands. "Say no Lucy. Don't marry Lord Byron."

"How did you-?"

"I overheard." Caspian admitted. "Lucy, you don't love him. You deserve to marry someone you love."

Lucy pulled her hands from his and looked at her lap. "Not if I'm not brave enough to go after my heart's desires."

"Perhaps we both need to be braver." Caspian whispered and then cupped her face and brought his lips upon hers. Lucy's heart jumped into her throat and her brain froze. Her hands had a mind of their own when they twined around his neck. She moved closer to Caspian, letting his passion warm the chill of the sea. He broke there kiss to peck her cheeks, nose and chin. "Don't marry him Lucy," Caspian's voice came out in a raspy whisper. "Marry me. Make my happiness- and I swear I will make yours." Caspian claimed her lips again, pouring his heart and soul into his proposal. He had held his love for so long, biding his time-but no longer. Not when he could lose her before he every truly had her. Lucy kissed him back with all her love, willing him to understand she had never even considered saying yes to Lord Byron. And that she didn't need to consider his proposal, she knew her answer, "Yes."