timeline up to you!

[ex_beard572]

Was that necessary? ( Still, he can't help but smile. )

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SURPRISE

[fineries]

I believe so, Your Highness. Certainly I won't begrudge you the right to do as you please.

1300 years and she hasn’t aged a day…

[ex_beard572]

( Caspian may have been born and bred as a prince, but the doting he’d suffered then is negligible compared to what he's suffered following his coming-of-age as king. He's smiling, but he's visibly flustered. And he's staring at her right ear instead of meeting her eye. It's a very lovely ear. ) Very kind of you, my lady. ( Time for a rather transparent topic change! ) Would you like a tour of the gardens? The skill of our Narnian gardeners is second to none. ( And he can foist her off onto one of said Animal gardeners. Win/win. )

it's a gift :3 we all should ask her how she does that.

[fineries]

A tour of the gardens sounds lovely, Majesty. [ here she will just. nonchalantly flutter her eyelashes. ] I have heard nothing but good things about them, and I believe I will enjoy them all the more with such an esteemed company.

[ the reports have greatly underestimated the king's looks after all. ]

the only true answer, says edmund -- SHE MUST BE A WITCH.

[ex_beard572]

The company of our Fauns and Dryads is also very esteemed, your grace. ( A start. ) Ah, no, forgive me, I mean -- my lady. ( She's obviously much better at the royal-etiquette nonsense, wouldn't it be nice if he could hand the kingdom off to her and go seafaring for the rest of his days?

He chuckles nervously. If only. )

...Ed why must it always be witches

[fineries]

[ she gives a most hearty laugh as though caspian has just said the funniest, wittiest thing. ]

Oh, my lord, there is no need to call me that. Maevelyn will suit just fine, if you prefer it.

[recordstinker]

Perfectly necessary! Did you want to fall overboard? I was doing you a favor, your highness.

(oh yes, there is cheek there.)

[ex_beard572]

Next time, I would kindly ask that you grab for my arm instead of my beard, my lord Scrubb. ( And he takes equal pleasure in that. Scrubb. Snort. )

[recordstinker]

I reached for the first thing! I'll let you fall next time. For a king, you're terribly and utterly ungracious! ( And he snorts, crossing his arms. )

[siredmundofthehow]

I do offer apologies for my disrepectful, dreadful, brat of a cousin, Caspian. He still has much to learn about Narnia, and that includes Narnian Etiquette.

Now, Eustance, one does not insult a King of Narnia, no matter one's personal opinion of said King. Apologize. [and yes that was a command. And one from King Edmund, no less, and not your cousin Edmund, Scrbb.]