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Adventure used to be a word in novels, the tag line in a movie about people doing things with an ease she couldn't have, saving worlds or families or kittens caught up in trees, defeating monsters masquerading as men, or men masquerading as monsters. They were the kinds of heroes who hit ski slopes and ran river rapids and dove off waterfalls, wrestling with all sorts of beasts named and unnamed, emerging triumphant to those who loved them with a smile and stories to tell. Caspian seemed to feel that word as she did, the promise of the larger than life even in the mundane, the potential brought about by imagination from the fabric of reality, despite probability. It made it that much easier to laugh with him, to propose the ridiculous, as well as the important, to appreciate the kind of kingdom lucky enough to have a person like him on the throne.

To hope that the idealism and sense of appreciation for the finer, better things in life will accompany him through all his days, to led to a fair and good way of life for those he cared for; kingdoms were fairytales to her, and he is part of that magic, as surefire and warming to have known once as to have met a thousand times over. She's glad for even the once.