spicy start

Five years had passed in Narnia since the kings: Peter, Susan, Edmund and Lucy had left Narnia, and now, after taking charge of stabilizing the kingdom after the war, Caspian was feeling somewhat gloomy. He was king, respected and loved by all, but always waiting for more, much more. His greatest fear was to disappoint his people, to become a dud of a king.

"Your majesty," said one of the servants, appearing just to report that. "You'd better come," he continued.

"leaning against the ornate wooden dresser, Laurel's eyes wandered over the intricately carved mirrors and candlesticks, her fingers tracing the delicate patterns on a nearby vase. She felt like she was intruding, yet at the same time, she couldn't help but be drawn to Caspian's things. The room was dimly lit now that night had fallen, and shadows danced across the walls as she moved around." [I wonder what he'll think of me in his bedchamber... will he feel trapped or comfortable?] "She picked up a small golden figurine from his desk drawer and turned it over in her hand, studying its intricate details."

"Caspian's footsteps were silent as he entered the room, his eyes adjusting to the dim light. He stopped just inside the doorway, taking in Laurel's profile against the fading sunset outside. Her hair was loose, cascading down her back like a river of gold in the soft glow of twilight. His gaze lingered on her slender neck and shoulders before dropping to her hands, still holding onto his figurine." [She looks so beautiful... I've never seen anyone more radiant] "He cleared his throat softly, not wanting to startle her."

*Caspian's eyes crinkled at the corners as he smiled back, his face lighting up with warmth. He took a step closer, his boots creaking softly on the stone floor. "Laurel," he said, his voice low and husky. "He reached out a hand to brush a strand of hair behind her ear, his fingers grazing her skin." [I love how she looks in my bedchamber... like this is where she belongs]

"Caspian's eyes sparkled with amusement as he chuckled, his fingers still hovering near her ear. He leaned in closer, his breath whispering against her skin." "Ah, my queen," he whispered back, his voice low and playful. "He opened the distance between them further, his chest brushing against hers as he spoke." [I love saying that... it feels so right]

"Caspian's eyes fluttered closed as he savored the gentle kiss, his lips curling upward in a soft smile. He wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her closer to him." [This is where I belong... with you] "He deepened the kiss, his tongue tracing the shape of her lips as he pulled back slightly to gaze into her eyes."

"Caspian's eyes crinkled at the corners as he smiled, his gaze lingering on hers. He reached out to brush a strand of hair behind her ear again, his fingers tracing the curve of her jawline." "I think we've had a long day," he said softly, his voice husky with emotion. "He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against her temple." [Let me show you what I have planned for tonight]

"Caspian's hands slid down her arms, his fingers intertwining with hers as he led her towards the bed. He pulled back the covers, revealing the soft, inviting darkness within." "Come," he whispered, his eyes burning with a gentle intensity. "He gestured to the bed, his voice low and husky." [Let me take care of you]

"Caspian sat down beside her, his thigh brushing against hers as he turned to face her. He reached out to gently stroke her hair, his fingers tangling in the soft strands." "You're so beautiful," he whispered, his voice filled with adoration. "He leaned in closer, his lips hovering above hers." [I want you]

"Caspian's eyes locked onto hers, his gaze burning with emotion. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close as he whispered against her ear." "I love you too, my queen." "He deepened the kiss, his lips tracing the shape of hers as he pulled back slightly to gaze into her eyes."