The court lounges in the room but you stay put at the balcony, stilled with nerves. The sun, a fiery orb, dips into the horizon, painting the sky in a riot of reds and oranges, setting the stage for the grand entrance of Caspian, the king you've come to love. Your heart flutters with a mix of excitement and anxiety as you smooth out the wrinkles from your dress, ensuring every thread is in place.

The people of Narnia have gone against his wishes for a quiet homecoming, craving a celebration worthy of their king! The distant chatter of the preparations is like the hum of a thousand bees working in harmony, your heart can't stop and won't stop pounding — until he arrives — you suppose.

The horizon turned deep purples and blues, the stars beginning to peek through the darkening fabric of the sky. The sea, still the same you'd prayed to for the safety of your husband during his month-long voyage, stretches out before you, not disappointing. You spot his ship, the Dawn Treader, cutting through the waves, bringing him back to you, back to the safety of the castle's embrace, to your embrace. He is a speck in the vast sea, but to you, he is the center of the world.

The moment the ship docks, bells ring and people cheer almost loud enough for the other worlds to hear. Your feet feel lighter than air as you glide down the castle's grand staircase, the anticipation building with each step. The doors to the harbor fling open, and there he is, Caspian, the king of your heart, stepping off the ship with a weary grace. His eyes scan the crowd, and when they find yours, they light up with warmth.

He strides towards you, the crowd parting like the sea before Moses, and before you know it, you're in his arms, "You're my lighthouse," he murmurs into your hair half expecting you to berate him, still happy as can be anyway, "so trust I'll come home to you."