This is my second story in the series, about Lucy. Thank you, thank you, thank you for your reviews! I'm not going to say this one is bad, but I don't absolutely love it. I like it.

Disclaimer: I forgot to do one on the last one, so here it is: If I owned Narnia, Edmund would have a girlfriend who, in the movie, was portrayed by someone who looked curiously like me. (If you can't tell, I'm a bit obsessed with Skandar Keynes.)

To be a queen is to keep your head high, to keep smiling, to never waver.

Lucy had always been the optimist, even in her days as a queen. Even when her siblings had doubted the existence of Narnia, she never faltered in her belief that it was real; she faltered in her faith in others.

Naïveté, she decided, was something that could be an enemy and a friend. To put total faith in others was suicide. To trust them was to believe in them. There was a difference, Lucy thought, between faith and trust. It was a matter of how much you rely on others, rather than who you rely on.

When Caspian became king, she, for the first time in her life, doubted someone. She knew subconsciously that he was entirely ready to reign, that he would take care of Narnia as she would have. Lucy couldn't help but feel over that that no one would rule Narnia as she and her siblings would have.

Then she remembered that a queen never falters, no matter the circumstances. That included, she scolded herself, never doubting someone. Now she knew that she would have to put her trust in someone else.

To put trust in someone else is far harder than putting trust in yourself. You know your own limits, your own values. But trusting others unwaveringly is something you master over time. Lucy knew for a fact that her reign was over, and that she, for once, would have to believe in someone no matter what. It was a scary thought, but she was resigned to it. She must be.

Lucy was once a queen. Now, she'd better start acting like one; for queens never, ever doubt.

-Fin-