A/N: Okay, I feel really bad about taking so long with Phyllis. As I've mentioned to other people, my muse has been all over the place lately. It wants to go chase plot bunnies in other fandoms when it ought to be staying in Narnia, grrr... *bonks Muse* (BEHAVE!) Anyway, this is a little something for you to snack on while you're waiting. Hey, Caspian needs some love, too! I wrote this ficlet a while back; it's been hiding in the closet for months (mainly because I'm ashamed of how cheesy and ridiculously romantic it is, ehehe). I've always wondered why Caspian fell in love with Ramandu's Daughter so fast; was it that "love-at-first-sight" thing, or physical attraction, or something more? This is my way of explaining it, I guess.

It's not my best work, but I hope you enjoy this little morsel of canon love. (And I do have a companion piece that's about one-third finished, so you may be seeing more Caspian/Stargirl goodness in the near future!)

This is dedicated with much love to Siberian Christmas and Conner, who will be getting married to each other soon! Congrats to both of you!! May God bless you in your new life together, and may you never lose sight of the starlight in each other.

Starlight

He could never clearly describe how he fell in love with her. It was too wonderfully strange to explain; something that couldn't quite fit into human words.

All he knew is that when he saw her, he saw her. It was as though someone had pulled back a curtain and granted him a glimpse of something inside, behind and beyond what his five senses told him. Whenever she looked at him, he forgot all about her golden hair and slender figure...for what he saw in her dazzled him far more than mere physical attraction could.

He’d seen countless women and suitors back in Narnia. Princesses, noblewomen, peasants, kitchen maids…many of them lovely and striking. He’d seen a few who even surpassed the Star’s Daughter in physical looks. But none of them had what she had. She possessed a beauty that started somewhere deep inside her soul, where music, joy and purity merged together, then gently shone and shimmered through her and finally exploded outwards in a brilliant galaxy of virtue; a clear, untainted beacon for all to see.

Goldwater was nothing compared to this.

It is a rare and wonderful thing to see things not as they seem, but as they are. And still King Caspian ponders the mystery of why he, of all men, was deemed worthy of this brief privilege...and this Queen among queens.

A/N: I KNOW. IT'S SHORT.