Lysander was delivered across the sea. He was in a bitter mood, and seasick to boot. He did not like large bodies of water, it reminded him of the long days and nights he himself had been stranded upon that endless blue expanse. 

He walked up on the cold shore. He was nearly as pale as the snow around him. Many Atlanteans had pale hair like him, but few were so pale as Lysander, it was a trait in the royal bloodline, they had no pigment in their skin. (On earth the scientists might call him 'albino', but on Atlantis and in Narnia it was merely a trait of the royal line).

As Lysander traveled toward the frozen palace his bad memories were forgotten, he was in awe of the power displayed around him. An entire kingdom frozen in a day? Marvelous... 

He wondered if he would meet the bodyguard that the girl had spoken about, or even the queen herself. This would only be possible if they didn't kill him on the spot...

"They could try." He muttered and put his hand on his curved sword. It had been made for him by the Narnian smiths under his careful instruction to be like an Atlantean sword. Prince Caspian could best him with a rapier, but not when he held the bade of his people as he was accustomed to. 

If only he could see the princess now, he might think twice about crossing her.

She battled the young mouse bravely. Caspian watched, at first from a high window. A large hen was chirping at him about trade agreements and diplomatic agreements and how their message was being received across the land. Caspian found himself entirely distracted by the princess's blade flashing in the sunlight, her fire hair flying in the wind, she was dressed like a man, but it suited her in it's own way. He was seeing so many sides to her that he had never imagined... 

He dismissed the hen and made his way toward the courtyard and found the rat and the princess sweating and smiling at one another. 

"Well played." He hadn't seen the conclusion of the fight.

The loyal mouse quickly bowed and saluted the king. "Your Majesty! The princess has fought most honorably and bravely!"

"Indeed." He smiled toward Celine. "Where did you learn to sword fight?" He was genuinely curious. Under his uncles Caspian had grown up seeing very traditional gender roles, but since the revolution he had seen plenty of strong women. The old queens of Narnia had few equals on the field... if only they could meet Celine now. He felt a pang of sadness at the thought of his earthbound friends. He knew in his heart that his old friends were living their own lives in their own world as they must, but still he missed them dearly.