Anne's teasing stopped, suddenly realizing what he was asking - or what he could be asking. What could she possibly have done to proved worthy of such an honor, to sit at his side forever? To wear a crown akin to his own and lead a nation to which she had not been born?

"The weight of the monarchy is one I know well," she spoke slowly, her eyes focused upon him as everything else in the world faded away. "Caspian...what are you asking me?"

She wanted to be sure that she was understanding him explicitly. That she wasn't misunderstanding and thinking too highly of herself.