"They could see that it was a tall girl, dressed in a single long garment of clear blue which left her arms bare. She was bare-headed and her yellow hair hung down her back. And when they looked at her, they thought they had never before known what beauty meant." --The Voyage of the Dawn Treader
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 and Archenland. 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 privilege...and this Queen among queens.