I bet Lucy was the Pevensie that nobody in Narnia messed with, especially when it came to Susan’s suitors.
Yeah, Peter and Edmund could be terrifying and would intimidate the suitors and do subtle things like sharpen their swords or practice their knife-throwing around the suitors but Lucy would just be a different kind of threatening that was much more psychological. She would come and meet the new suitors, flash a dazzling smile, and give them a bouquet of freshly-picked flowers. The suitors would become instantly enamored by her charm and as she grew older, some would consider her for marriage if everything failed with Susan.
Then, as the suitors’ visits stretched, they became slightly uncomfortable around Lucy. An edge to her began to appear. Most suitors had negative intentions with Susan and Lucy knew that. The men would let their guard down around her, believing her to be all innocence and kindness, unable of hurting a fly. They would let things slip around her or become less careful whenever she left the room. She would hear things, see things, that the men tried to hide from Susan and her brothers.
Lucy’s compliments would start to carry an underlying hint of malice. If the men blinked, they would miss the intense glares she would throw their way. The bouquets would become drier, as if they were on the verge of death, their demise coming sooner than they had at first. Sweets she would gift them would hold a strange twang to them. The suitors would write it all off, though. Maybe they were imagining the double-speak. Perhaps Queen Lucy was jealous that her older sister had so many more handsome suitors than her. Winter was nearing so it was only logical that the summer and autumn flowers would wilt sooner. The kitchen could have had a change in bakery chef who knew little of how to make a proper cake. Lucy was kind and innocent. It was all paranoia. They should be worrying about the kings, not the small, little queen.
It’s not until the accidents begin that they would truly fear for their safety. Horses would be spooked, throwing the suitors off them in the process. Branches holding beehives would fall near the men, if not directly on them. Carriages would have large, covered openings in them that the suitors would slip through. The accidents would happen for days, sometimes several in one.
Lucy wouldn’t show her true colors until after then. She would be seen sharpening her dagger to a fine point, testing the blade’s sharpness by throwing it at the wall across from her and inspecting the cut it would make in the wood. Her words were no longer thinly vieled, they became out right threats spoken in a sweet and innocent manner that sent shivers down the suitors’ spines. Her archery practices were held in the open fields while the suitors strolled by, her arrows narrowly missing the men’s heads by mere centimeters. She would openly glare at the them, one threat clear in her eyes: they will have to go through her if they want to do much as consider proposing to Susan.
The suitors knew they had to leave when a bouquet of dead flowers would appear by their bed with the note You’ve overstayed your visit attached to it.
Peter and Edmund would pat themselves on the back as the suitors would flee Cair Paravel in fear, Susan berating her brothers for being the rSusans why she had yet to find a husband.
Lucy wouldn’t be in the castle. She would be in the shadows of the trees near the Narnian ports. She would always be the suitors’ last image of Narnia: a lovely, golden-haired girl holding a bouquet of fresh flowers in her hands, a triumphant grin across her face.
