#if anything narnia is realer to me

[heartyearning]

obsessed with battle of the bands, something americans made up for high school movies about underdogs and friends who are growing in different directions and need some final high-stress situation to be able to speak to each other about it. its perfect. theres absolutely no way it exists in real life. its like narnia to me.

[breanime]

Rewrite The Stars (Part Six)

So this is it, guys: the last part of Rewrite the Stars! Thank you so much for reading this, I hope you enjoy the conclusion!

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Reepicheep, Nip, Kip, and Caspian were all in a fantastic mood as you rowed back to the ship. Caspian was even being friendly towards Nip, laughing with him and promising to help him with his archery when you got back to the castle. Reep kept calling you “your majesty”, and Kip was practically begging Caspian to let him make your wedding cake—apparently he was an aspiring baker. Adeline stayed silent, glaring over at you with tears in her eyes. The others ignored her, but you actually felt bad for her. She started this voyage thinking she would return with a husband, but she would be leaving a failure. Granted—you truly couldn’t be happier that she failed—but you hoped she would perk up.

“May I have the pleasure, my King?” Reep asked as you pulled up to the Dawn Treader.

Caspian looked over at you, his smile bright and infectious. You both knew what Reep was asking—if he could tell the crew about you and Caspian. You shrugged, smiling back at the man you loved. “You may,” Caspian grinned.

Reep whooped and climbed up the ladder. You heard the crew’s boisterous laughter as he scurried up, screaming: “Make way! Make way for King Caspian and his Queen!” Apparently that was code for something, because as soon as he said that, the entire crew started cheering and clapping.

You rolled your eyes, still smiling as you listened to the ruckus above you. “Are we a crew of sailors or a crew of pirates?” You joked.

“Some days it’s hard to tell,” Caspian said, standing and offering his hand to you. He would do that every now and then, act gentlemanly towards you, but now you could tell it was less for the sake of manners and more about being able to touch you, in any way—even if it were small.

Still, you were just a commoner and Adeline was a Lady, so you took a small step back in the little rowboat and gestured to Adeline. He should help her up; you would be fine.

Adeline turned to him before he could even speak. “What am I to tell my mother? And my uncle?”

Caspian put his hand down, and you could tell he was holding in a sigh. “Tell her that you will always be a friend to the crown, but that’s it: a friend.”

“I didn’t come here to be your friend,” she said, voice wavering.

“I’ll just leave you two alone…” You said, reaching for the ladder.

“No—Y/N, my love, stay,” Caspian’s voice was effortlessly commanding, “Lady Adeline,” he turned to her, “I know this is not the outcome you or your family hoped for, but it is what’s happening. I don’t love you.” Adeline’s eyes watered until they overflowed as he spoke. “I have never had any romantic intentions towards you. Never. I have only ever loved Y/N, from the moment I saw her until the day I join my ancestors, I will love her. Y/N and I will be married, and she will be your Queen.”

“But we can still be friends,” you added quickly, “There’s no reason we can’t enjoy the rest of our time together on this voyage.”

Adeline’s mouth twisted in a sneer, and you could almost feel the heat of her hatred towards you in the air. “I spent all my life studying and practicing to become a proper lady, been told I would marry a King—this King,” she specified, green eyes burning, “not to be the friend of some common wench.”

“Don’t you—” Caspian began.

You put a hand up, making him pause. “Could you give us a minute, please?” You asked him, eyes still on Adeline.

He nodded, pressing a quick kiss to the top of your head before climbing up the ladder. There was another joyous uproar as the crew greeted him. You heard “congratulations” and “about time” called out more than once. You turned to Adeline, who’s pretty face was wet with tears. “Sit down,” you told her. She opened her mouth to protest. “Sit. Down. Or I will make you sit down.”

She sat down.

“Listen,” you sat across from her, trying to keep your voice even, “I’m sure this is hard for you, I’m sure this is the first time you haven’t gotten what you wanted, but here’s the thing… You have to get over it.” You watched the indignation flash across her face. “People—common folk like me—we don’t always get what we want, but we move on. What you’re doing now…” You shook your head. “Did you really think you could make him love you in just a few days?”

“You did,” she sniffled, mouth in a pout.

You laughed. “I’ve known Caspian for years,” you said, “I’ve kept my feelings from him hidden, even to myself; this did not just happen in a couple of days. You—do you even like him?”

“He’s the King!”

“Yes, but he’s also a man,” you said, thinking back on all of the conversations you’d had with him, all the times he made that point to you himself, “He has feelings and hopes and fears. He has dreams and aspirations,” you went on, “There are days when he isn’t confident and he needs assurance, times when he is wrong and needs direction. Have you ever thought about that? Have you ever thought about the fact that yes, he is the King, but he is also a man and men are flawed? That you might have to protect him, to aid him, to help bring him up? Are you even capable of that? Because I am,” you said, feeling yourself growing emotional, “I am because I love him; I want the best for him—and for a moment in time, I did think that the best was you,” you confessed, “Because, as you said, I’m just a commoner, but…” You took a breath. “But I love that man more than I’ve ever loved anything in my entire life. I love everything about him, and I want to be with him until the day I die, so…” You shrugged. “…You can either accept that, or stay angry, it’s up to you.”

Adeline’s lower lip trembled, and she let out a sob. She covered her face with her dainty hands and cried. You let her. Finally, shoulders shaking, she looked up at you. “I…” Her voice choked. “I never… I’ve never felt that way towards anyone,” she said, “I didn’t know… Is that what it’s supposed to feel like?” She asked. “Is that love?”

You shrugged. “It is to me.”

She wiped her eyes, looking tired and defeated and much realer than you had ever seen her before. “What am I to do now?” She asked softly. She looked at you with confusion; she was so lost. “My whole life I was told that my only assets were my looks and my name,” she sniffled, “My entire upbringing was dedicated to preparing me to be a suitable wife to a powerful man—to the King—what do I do now? How do I face my family?”

You bit your lip. Her problems were so far from your own experiences, but you could tell she was being earnest—probably for the first time ever—and you wanted to offer her some kind of encouragement. “Be honest with them,” you said, “and yourself. What is it that you want to do? What do you want to accomplish in your life? If they truly love you, your family will understand and support you.”

“And if they don’t?”

“Then you are always welcome to live in the castle. You have my word.” You smiled.

Adeline wiped her eyes, and you took that moment to glance up. Caspian was standing near the ladder, probably waiting for you to come back up. You hoped he hadn’t been listening in; it seemed that the crew had calmed down a bit… “Y/N,” Adeline’s voice brought you back to the present, “I believe I owe you an apology. I… I don’t deserve your kindness, and I don’t know how I can ever repay you for…for this.”

“Well, I imagine I will need some coaching when it comes to behaving like a proper lady…”

Adeline laughed, throwing her head back and showing all of her teeth. In all the days you’d known her, you had never seen her laugh like that. “I will make a proper lady put of you yet,” she giggled.

“Good,” you stood up and offered your hand to her. She took it, and you pulled her to her feet. “Shall we?”

She sighed. “Yes… I must apologize to Caspian as well.”

“Another day,” you said, grabbing onto the ladder, “For today, just smile and enjoy the celebration—because there is sure to be one.”

Caspian was waiting for you when you boarded the Dawn Treader. He gave you and Adeline an inquisitive look, but you shook your head. You would tell him about it later. The crew surrounded you, joining Reepicheep in calling you “your majesty” and “my Queen” and cheering as a grinning Caspian put his arm around your waist. Lord Drinian produced a cask of wine from somewhere and poured drinks for everyone.

“A toast,” he bellowed, more carefree than you’d ever seen him, “to King Caspian and future Queen Y/N! We Narnians have never been more fortunate in our royalty!”

The rest of the crew yelled in agreement, and you laughed. You looked at the faces of all of your smiling friends and felt yourself grow warm with gratitude. Even Adeline gave a small smile as she raised her glass. You looked up at Caspian and melted in the loving heat in his eyes. Truly, there was not another woman luckier than you.

Later that night, you lay in bed with Caspian in his cabin. As the King, his rooms were the most spacious and decorated (not by choice), but you could have been in a closet and still been happy. You snuggled against his naked chest as he held you close, fingers idly running up and down your skin. You had told him about your talk with Adeline, and now you just sat in companionable silence, holding onto each other.

“I asked Lord Drinian to send a letter to my advisors telling them that we are to marry,” Caspian said, voice soft, “And I was thinking… The whole of Narnia will be at the wedding, of course, but I was wondering if, perhaps, you would like to have a private ceremony…just for us?”

You smiled up at him. That was exactly what you wanted. “I would love that.”

He grinned, leaning down to kiss you. “I love you,” he said.

“I love you, too, Caspian,” you spoke, lips against his, “My love…”

He groaned, gripping you tighter against him. “Darling, you can’t know what it does to me to hear you say that…”

You grinned, pressing your chest against his. “What does it do, my love?”

You felt his hands on your hips, and he kissed you again—slower and longer this time. “I can show you better than I can tell you,” he promised.

And he did. As you lay in his arms, engulfed in his love with his lips secured against yours, you envisioned what the rest of your life was going to be and could only see love and happiness in your future. Together, you and Caspian had found love, and together, you would finally rewrite the stars.

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Highkey, I am totally down with writing one last blurb for this series, maybe sometime in their future or something. Would anyone want to see that?

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