Eliana loved her life in Narnia. She’d always been a girl who believed, believed in the stories of the Golden Age, of the Kings and Queens of old. Her parents told her stories that had been passed down for ages, stories she coveted and believed in with all her heart. She knew Aslan hadn't forsaken them.
And she’d been proven right. Barely a month ago, those same Kings and Queens had arrived in Narnia, saving them from the cruel reign of the usurper Miraz. And they had their true King, King Caspian. And Eliana was fortunate to call herself a friend of the young King.
She thought he was smart, and kind, and a good person. She admired his character, his morals, and she knew he’d be an amazing ruler. And she often told him so.
Yesterday, the Kings and Queens had left for their own world, taking with them many of the Telmarines. And today, she sought Caspian, intending to tease him into good humour, or, if he was already in good humour, tease him in general and distract him from the pressure of being King.
With that goal in mind, Eliana searched the castle, her feet silent along the marble and stone, grinning at herself when she noticed the newly-crowned monarch facing the opposite direction, allowing her to sneak up and cover his eyes with her hands.