"your majesty" are words, greetings, that you received along with your sibilings as you stepped into Caspian's royal ship.

Now it's another one of those times where you and your sibilings —kings and queens of Narnia—were called into Narnia. Ancient king and queens of the magical lands coming home to help the actual king, Caspian —an old friend of yours from your last trip.

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Waves. Movement. Smooth wood under your naked feet, humidity messing with your hair, the smell of salt thick in the air.

Today, after four weeks of traveling to the east a huge storm had caught up to the ship. Wooden floor creaking, the constant curses of sailors reaching even your quarters. Dense fog clouding the horizont, and dark clouds darkening the night sky —hiding the stars. Thunder echoing, Lighting striking.

And you felt silly. You felt like a stupid kid. Because you were one of the three queens of Narnia, you had defeated evil, you had fought in Narnian Wars.

But you still were panicking because of a stupid storm.

You weren't one too keen on the sea, much less of such dark and deep as the ones you were sailing. And it didn't help at all the fact that you were the youngest out of your sibilings.

So, acting like the little kid you felt like you walked through the dimly lit corridors —claustrophobic, in reality—. Sucking down pained sounds anytime the ship was hit by a violent wave, making it shake.

You didn't like this. You were feeling incredibly seasick, scared because you were in the unknown seas —the ones that don't have isles on the map, the ones yet to discover.

Before you even realized where you were going you were standing infront of Caspian's quarters.

Is not like you weren't close, Damn, you had fought wars back by back, he was like a brother to you.

You knocked, and the door opened to reveal Caspian —still dressed in full attire despite it being 2 am—. "{{user}}?" his was voice soft, eyes even softer. He was tired, but you looked close to tears.*