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[calledmegentle]

The King of Narnia is heading home from a battle when his daughter is brought into the world.

He had been so good about staying close to home, as his wife had gotten closer to the time when Rilian and Errian were to enter the world. And they had both believed that this trip away, this close to their third child's birth, would be a brief one. Neither of them had anticipated he would have gotten caught up in a battle with dark creatures that had crept their way into Narnia. Neither of them had thought he'd be forced to stay away for two weeks to ensure the danger had passed.

Neither of them had thought she was quite so close to the her due date that he was so entirely at risk of being able to be there for her as he had for their previous children.

But the world, apparently, had gone pear-shaped for this particular span of time. He's at least close enough that a fast-flying griffin is able to come to the front, tell the king the queen is giving birth and that things don't look good for her or the baby. He won't get there in time to welcome the child.

But he'll get there. And, when he undoubtedly bursts through the door, he'll be relieved to see that-- at least for the moment-- both Queen and babe are alive, if not quite entirely well yet.

Susan, sweat-slicked and paler than she's ever been, can barely force her eyes open to see who slammed the door wide with such force. Still somehow manages to call a smile to her face at the sight of him.

"Caspian. We-- we have a-- a daughter."

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[calledmegentle]

"We do," she replies, before shifting to search for the third child in question, "Agnes, where--?"

"Just in the other room, Majesty. I'll fetch her."

And as the midwife does exactly that, she'll turn to her husband with happiness lighting up her features, "It was a girl, after all."

She can't help but be entirely excited about it.

[navixator]

"So it was. So-- so it is."

He shifts slightly closer, pulling an arm carefully around her shoulders to begin to ease her slightly more upright on the bed. It will be easier to hold their daughter if she's propped up properly onto pillows with her husband helping to keep her upright.

"The boys will be thrilled, you know."

[calledmegentle]

The movement is still a careful thing, has her leaning against him as best she can while she moves to get more settled again. She can't help the pleased smile in response to Caspian's words.

"I'm certain they will be."

The possibility of a younger sister had been a welcome one, after all.

[navixator]

Hopefully, she won't mind her husband sticking close for the next few weeks. He's not sure he's going to be able to get much farther from her than this without extreme effort.

It's a blessing she's still here. It's a blessing, for all there was a struggle, that their child has come into the world.

"We'll name her after your sister, then?"

[calledmegentle]

She won't mind it. In all likelihood, she'll still need to linger close to him, herself.

Besides, she'll be caring for their daughter. That's something that he'd have had trouble drawing himself away from even if things had gone smoothly.

The suggestion of the name has her nodding, smiling slightly, "Please. If-- it suits her, at least."

They'll be able to discern that for themselves, since Agnes is coming in with the child now.

[navixator]

"What daughter of yours--of ours, my love--shouldn't fit such a valiant name?"

He could say more. He could murmur sweeter things against her temple. He could wax poetic, in his own way, about how wonderful this would all be now.

But he's completely distracted by the midwife's return--and by the small bundle in the woman's arms.

[calledmegentle]

"Truer words were never spoken," she murmurs happily, shifting and straightening a little more and holding her arms out to take the little girl in them.

"Hello, darling," she coos to the babe, making sure her husband is able to see her as well.

[navixator]

It's so important to have Susan hold their new little one. It's just also so important that he be allowed to hold Susan while she holds the child.

He presses a firm kiss against his wife's temple, an overwhelmed little laugh in his throat.

"She's perfect."

[calledmegentle]

"She is. Thank Aslan."

It was always a concern, after all, even if the mother did get through the birthing process all right. It was a relief to see the little girl so entirely healthy.

[navixator]

"Just like her brothers before her."

She hadn't come as smoothly into the world. She hadn't been afforded the same easy peace as the boys had. But she had arrived. She had made it all the way to breathing and squirming sedately in her mother's arms.

They would remember the struggle, yes, but they needed to start solidifying fully the joy in the birth of their daughter.

[calledmegentle]

"Indeed."

And, really, this moment is very much like the one they shared with the boys. Susan is significantly more tired, yes, and Caspian more battle-worn, but at the heart of things, it's the same.

"So. Lucy for a first name, then?"

...I totally didn't write down any of the kids name but Rilian Peter.

[navixator]

His hum is entirely thoughtful as he moves one hand, with infinite delicacy and nervous awareness of his own callouses, to delicately smooth at their daughter's cheek.

"She won't match the boys, then."

Which isn't a good or bad thing. It's just a thought.

Rilian Peter, Errian Edmund, and I'm p. sure it was Lucy Amaryllis. o/

[calledmegentle]

What a blessing, to see her husband touching her daughter. It has her smile more properly sliding into place.

"I've a feeling she wouldn't, regardless," she answers him .

Might as well have a name that matches her clearly unique self.

And now it's saved here. Excellent. /o/

[navixator]

"Probably true."

Which is wonderful. Rilian and Errian are far from identical as it is, of course; but there's something that feels very right about knowing their daughter will be her own particular self.

Like her aunt had been--and likely still is, no matter how far away. Like her mother is, here before them.

It's amazing, really, how little time it takes to become completely enamored of one's children. There's already nothing in the world which could induce him to stop holding Susan close and smoothing his fingers against their daughter's cheek. "Lucy it is, then."

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[calledmegentle]

"Lucy," she affirms with a contented nod and a soft kiss to his cheek, "What about a middle name, then?"

[navixator]

It isn't difficult to lean slightly and catch her lips briefly, properly with his own. It's a completely normal thing--when coming home, when holding their child for the first time, when letting go of the shadows of war. It's necessary now.

"Something softer, I think."

[calledmegentle]

"Something more Narnian than the boys', maybe?" she queries him softly, "I'm certain Lu would appreciate that."

[navixator]

"More Narnian?"

There's genuine hesitance in his entire being before he shifts just a hair, curling just a little closer.

"My-- My nanny's name was Ianthe." And, for such a crucial moment in his life, she had been the entire definition of 'Narnian' in his life. "And-- her niece was called Amaryllis. I always thought that was-- rather pretty."

[calledmegentle]

"Amaryllis."

The echo is thoughtful.

"That is quite lovely. Lucy Amaryllis."

She seems to enjoy the way it sounds.

[navixator]

"Lucy Amaryllis," he echoes softly, a pleased little grin on his lips as his fingers drop gently to the little one's new tiny fingers. "It suits her."

A strong, beautiful name for a strong, beautiful new child in the world.

[calledmegentle]

The little girl's fingers twitch as if reaching for her father's. Susan smiles at the sight, looking much more hale than she had minutes before.

"It does." A careful shift so she can press a kiss against the girl's hair, "Welcome to the world, Lucy."

[navixator]

Of course his fingers curl gently around their daughter's. Of course there's going to be mutual delicate clinging.

It's just as amazing now as it had been the day Rilian was born.

"Welcome to our family."

[calledmegentle]

It's so wonderful to see Lucy's fingers curled around Caspian's. It's so wonderful to hear him welcome the new baby to the family.

She can't help the entirely bright laughter that escapes her lips in response, her forehead pressing briefly against her husband's temple as her eyes shut contentedly.

"We're so blessed."

[navixator]

"We are."

His arm, still gentle and delicate around Susan's shoulders, pulls a little tighter now. She's seeming much sturdier now, after all; much more like herself.

"We've done well by Narnia, Susan. We walk at the side of the Lion."

[calledmegentle]

"We do."

And she can't help but thank the Lion and every star that it's the case. That they're so blessed as to have known the Lion and been able to follow in His path. That they've been able to extend that kind of serenity to their people, as well.

[navixator]

The best part of the blessed life they've lived, of course, is that it's extended beyond just themselves. It's enveloped their children. It's enveloped their entire nation.

It's so much more than he could ever have dreamed of, to have all this joy with such a wonderful partner as Susan.

"And now, so is the kingdom, mm? To still have its Queen and its perfect new little princess."

[calledmegentle]

She smiles even more at that, pressing a kiss against his cheek.

"They are."

And she's lucky to be here. So blessed to be able to enjoy these moments so fully.

[navixator]

"Should I go get the boys, then?"

The poor children had been reassured their parents and new sister were fine, yes, but they were both still of an age where actually seeing worked far better simply hearing.

Which didn't mean Susan didn't still need to rest more before adding all that energy to the room.

[calledmegentle]

"Do, please."

She'd need to rest soon enough, likely, but it was important she see her boys and reassure him before she did.

[navixator]

His chuckle is soft as he ducks his head, pressing a kiss first to his wife's cheek and then to their new daughter's fingers.

"You'll have to promise poor Agnes you'll get proper rest after, you know."

Which doesn't at all mean he isn't tearing himself away from the women in his life to go get the young men.

[calledmegentle]

"I will," she promises.

And she will. She'll greet her boys with joy and love. Will assure them she's well. Will, absolutely, be getting rest once things have calmed somewhat.